31 Weeks

I can't believe he'll be here in less than 2 months! I can't wait...and yet we have so much to do.

Everybody Needs a Bosom for a Pillow

Ben found this rather poetic description on Craig's List; I thought I would share it with you, Internet. I think someone down at Seymour Ford missed his calling as a novelist.

Is there a doctor nearby? Runs so smoothly, you may need to borrow a stethoscope. Luxury for a fraction of the cost of new. No cigarette burns or dirty ash trays here. This previously owned vehicle was a Non Smoker vehicle. Let this vehicle wrap you up in the bosom of comfort with Side and Rear Airbags. Ye“& it was previously loved, but still looks like it just rolled off of the assembly line. Vehicle was a local trade, why not keep it in the hometown family? Previous owner purchased it brand new! Rest assured with this purchase. It has been given the seal of approval by our Service Department.

My favorite line is the "bosom of comfort".

Early Audition for Cirque du Soleil

We had our 30 week ultrasound today. It was so good to see him again...and yes, he is DEFINITELY a he. I had this overwhelming fear the other night oh, around two in the morning, that he was really a girl and there was, I don't know, a stick or something in there with him.

We got to see him in 3-D mode, but he was down for his winter's nap and wouldn't move into the most accommodating of positions. We got to see that he already has a good deal of hair on top of his noggin. We also found out that he is quite the contortionist. He had his leg over his head most of the time, and that coupled with the umbilical cord made seeing him a little fuzzy, but we got some pics. Here's one for your viewing pleasure. It's kind of hard to make out, but he has his hand over his face. He looks quite comfortable.



Only ten more weeks to go. I can't wait to meet this little guy!

Dedicated to my Beloved Relatives Who Live in Sunny California

My grandparents, Aunt Dolores and Uncle Sal, and Aunt Linda live near San Francisco, and I know they would love to be here experiencing this deluge of snow (my tone, since you can't hear my thoughts, is sarcastic). I took these pictures for them...








Our two cars are in that parking lot somewhere.



I think this is what they call "snowed-in". Aaandd (I know...I just started a sentence with a conjunction) because of all this snow, these cupcakes will not be inhaled by hungry WCA teenagers due to our snow day, but will instead be taken to a Christmas party we're going to tonight.

I Found my Camera Cord!

My camera/computer cord has been missing for the last couple months. And by missing I mean right in our desk drawer in front of my own eyes as I shuffled through the mess to look for it.

So, I thought I'd post some pregnancy pics (in chronological order).


When he was wee




Dressed up as Juno for the Halloween dance that I chaperoned.


Getting ready for Thanksgiving deliciousness.


Compare/Contrast (NOTE: Rachel is not pregnant...she just came to visit last week and we took this picture together.)


I seem to like this pose.


Pay no attention to the puffy face...it's all an illusion (says the voice in my head).

I'm So Tired.

I am officially in my third trimester (as of two weeks ago) and the rundown feeling I experienced during my first trimester is back. I cannot get over how tired I am. Not just sleepy, but entire body could hibernate for the next two months. I don't understand this phenomenon. Is this my body's way of saying,

"Oh, hey, you know how your little guy wakes up at about 3:30 a.m. and starts kicking and somersaulting and doesn't take a break until about 9:00 a.m., yeah...that's going to be your life in about 10 weeks, so why don't we get as much sleep as we possibly can now to preserve an ounce of your sanity."

It could be a possibility. Another thing that makes me mentally tired...the never-ending mental list that plays over and over in my head. Since I'm a list person and have not officially committed my cranial list to paper, here, Internet for your reading pleasure, is a list of things I need to get done between now and January 5.

-Write 6 exams for administrative review before Christmas break
-Read 15 more "Epic" papers by Monday
-Edit nearly 200 midterm comments by Tuesday
-Grade 11 Persuasive Essays by Tuesday
-Create Lesson plans for the week by Monday
-Finish my Christmas shopping by next Monday
-Make sugary sweets for my students by Friday
-Get Baby "Buford's" (not his official name) room painted (all of which will probably done by Ben)
-Get our new room situated (most of which will be done by Ben)
-Attempt to organize my long-term sub plans
-Eat pizza
-Apologize for my noxious gas

and

-A partridge in a pear tree

I'm sure there's more, but that'll do, pig, that'll do.

Teaching + Pregnancy = Leverage

Yesterday a student was beginning to argue with me over an assignment when I overheard another student whisper this to him:

"Don't make her mad again."

Hormones, the perfect scapegoat.

Sorry for Baby-Themed entries

I remember before I was pregnant (vaguely) that I would pridefully (& ignorantly) say to myself, "I will not let my life be consumed by pregnancy or a kid...I'm sure other people don't want to hear (or read) about MY baby." Oh, Jeanette from 8 months ago, how naive and ignorant you were. Because, now, I don't care. I love him and it is my assumption that everyone else loves him, too. Even though he's not here yet, he consumes my thoughts. So, sorry, but here is yet another entry about my pregnancy and my anticipation of his arrival. Deal with it...(all 3 of you readers).

So, I'm officially in my 3rd trimester. I had a doctor's appointment yesterday (where a friend of mine and I just missed each other). My sugar test came back great! Which is shocking, seeing as my diet consists of candy and cereal (candy cane, candy corn...). I have a 3-D ultrasound scheduled for Dec. 22 to see if I will need a C-section or not. We're 2/3 of the way there...which brings me to my next train of thought.

Oh my word! We are almost there! I don't have anything! I'm so nervous about this. I know that I'm over exaggerating (I know, crazy...me over exaggerate). We have a crib, some clothes, and a diaper bag. I know everything will fall into place...but I'm just anxious about everything.

Something that I am far more anxious about is the fact that I will be in charge of a little human. I'm not worried about Ben...he's so together and calm about things. I, on the other hand, flip out when I haven't felt him move in a half hour span. But, oh my word. How will I know what to do with him? What if he doesn't like me? What if I don't feed or change him when I'm supposed to? What if? What if? What if? I know somewhere, a mother is rolling her eyes.

Okay, freak out...done (for the next 20 minutes).

On a slightly grosser note, my 1st trimester gas is back with a vengeance. I feel so sorry for Ben and my students and the general public. Yikes!