Friday, October 31, 2008


Tonight we have a barrage of trick-or-treaters coming up to the door and I am hiding upstairs. Nels gives out all the candy. I don't like to interact with all the kids. Bad sign for parenthood? I teach middle school and I never have any issue interacting with the students. I have always liked older children better then the wee ones. I enjoy children who can wipe their own butt & wash their hands. Although I don't know how many kids do the latter....

I am nervous about all the poop and spit-up and gross things that babies can do. I have a very sensitive gag reflex to smells. People tell me it will be different with my own child... I sure hope so otherwise I will have to move back in with my mom. She can handle any smell!!!

In a year will our child have a costume for Halloween? Will I have to make a costume in a few years for them to wear? One of my favorite costumes my mom made was a unicorn in first grade. I had a rainbow mane and a sparkly horn! I even won a prize. She made my older sister a Crest toothpaste costume. Only my older sister would have wanted to be tube of toothpaste as a child. I can't even think about our child being in college going out to parties. I just want them to develop ok inside me... I can't imagine them as an adult! Now that is a SCARY thought.

Happy Halloween!!! Maybe this time next year we will have some cute baby Halloween pictures to post. And in 22 years.... God only knows!

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Worries & Cravings

I am not going to complain about how fat I am.

But I want to. I can't stop eating. I am always hungary. I ate two & a half peices of halloween cake at school (it wasn't three Lauren!!!!). I eat more than one taco or hotdog at dinner now. And the way I grew up... you NEVER eat more than one taco.... it's just an unspoken rule. Nels is very supportative and always gives me more food or juice or water with a lemon when I ask. He never makes me feel fat. But I am.

Although, I am pregnant and the little person inside me wants to EAT!!! I found out that Nels' first word was actually "eat" not mommy or daddy or another normal first baby word. I am definitely carrying his baby. I have also started to have stinky sneezes. If you had no idea that your sneezes could smell, count your blessings. Since I have known Nels he has always had stinky sneezes. He implants a baby in me and I start getting stinky sneezes too!!! It is funny how I see this baby changing my habits to reflect those of Nels. There is no question, it's his child in there!!!!

I know my baby is eating well but I am so crazed at work, sometimes I think the baby can't sleep... screaming kids at lunch, me running around our building, climbing on desks and chairs and under tables to fix the technology. I broke up a fight the other day (don't worry it was a 6th grade fight... both kids together might have weighed a buck ten). This baby is getting a wild ride though. There is no routine, each day is different then the next. At least our lives are not boring & predictable. Some days I wish it could be though....

So to wrap up this rambling blog, I worry but I'm also have fun along the way. I like sharing my body with someone else, especially when they remind me of my husband even if it means I am turning into a cow. I can't wait to feel the baby move and kick! We will really find out then if they are more active and hyper like me or more laid back and calm like my husband!!!

Now it is time for a trip to Taco Bell....

Friday, October 10, 2008

I know you want a healthy baby...

But what do you want more a boy or girl? I am getting is question alot from my co-workers. I am a technology integeration specialist in a middle school. We have over 100 faculty members at my school and I work with all of them.
I'm thinking more about this since we get to go for an ultrasound on Election Day and we will be given the option to know the sex of the baby! EXCITING! I thought my mind was made up... we need to know the sex, like yesterday! I have to be prepared and ready. The real reason? I am intrincically nosy. I just have to know or it will drive me crazy. But lately I have been second guessing my presumptive choice just to know right away. I certainly won't love the baby any more or less. Maybe I should be patient? You might be wondering about my husband's opinion on this matter. If you know my husband, he generally does not have strong opinions and he can do 'whatever' in most cases... complete opposite of myself.

So the answer to the question of boy or girl? I am truly undecided. I love love love girl clothes, little girls are the sweetest and most adorable. I am, afterall, one of four girls. Girls are epic in my family. We are just cuter. Boys are foriegn to me. I have very little experience with boy children but it poses a great adventure for me and my all girl family. I always wanted a brother. I can't tell you how disappointed when I was told I had another sister (twice). When my youngest sister was born, I think I groaned in annoyance. However, today I would not trade my family for anything. So I know whatever sex the baby is, it's exactly what it's meant to be. I am more anxious at discovering the personality of the baby. I pray it is more like my husband, laid back and less like my hyper self

I told my husband that we should go to the OB appointment and then vote for president based on the sex of the baby. Boy = Obama, girl = McCain. He did not find it very amusing. I thought it was a great idea!

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Being pregnant in hard economic times...

So as the stock market plummets and my personal investments and private retirement looses 5, 10, 15, 20 percent (yikes!), I can't help but worry for the future with a baby. How are we going to take good financial care of our new family?

I have to calm myself down sometimes as I get more anxious: so my nest egg is not quite as large as it once was and retirement is many years away. We are still ok and our finacial planning has cushioned this economic blow. I think about what a baby really needs. What if we don't buy the $400 stroller or the solid cherry crib? Our child will not know the difference between new and used clothes... so why should I care? One lesson we should all take away from this economic downturn is an awareness of excess. Do you really need name brand clothes? Or furniture? So what if I shop at consignment stores?! The baby will not care.

What our baby will be aware of is who cares for them. Enter the issue of child care. I love my job... in theory. But I already love this baby more. So what if my child wears the same 10 outfits in rotation? But my child will know if I am not around. I can't bear to think about the time that our child needs us and we are not there. I want to comfort my child. I want to feed them, I want to be there the first time they sit up and crawl and walk. I don't want someone else raising them. Here comes my point in a very round about way... even in these hard economic times, I already know I will be home raising our baby. Why? because my husband can provide for our entire family. No, we are not independently wealthy. We do not live above our means. We live in a very modest house and work hard for the benefits we enjoy. We do not spend money that we don't have. Our credit cards are paid off each month. We limit our buying to what we need. If we want something, we save up for it until we can buy it. We have been living like this for many years... maybe because my accountant mother installed an innate sense of finance.

Although being pregnant in these economic times is difficult. It is not impossible. Our economic choices and family planning has given us one very rare and precious gift that even Wall Street cannot strip from us: the ability to have one of us stay home and raise our child. So although our financial future is uncertain, I am certain of who will care for our baby and I would give up my retirement and investments any day for that privilege.