I have been sitting in the library computer lab for almost 45 minutes and have successfully strung together two sentences of my eight page paper I am attempting to write.
"I want fried chicken. I wonder if I can lean my forehead against the computer screen and write my paper by osmosis."
I don't think I'll be able to actually keep either of those in the final draft of my paper: "Social Emotional Learning and the Emotional and Behavioral Disabled Child." UGH! Where did my focus and drive go? I'll tell you where it went...down the drain with my svelte bod and acne free skin. The baby is making me STOOPID!
It is kind of funny to walk around the library all pregnant and stuff. Since there isn't a large population of grad students or PhD candidates hanging out on campus, I get the weirdest looks from the younguns. I've had very polite young men hold doors for me, offer to carry stacks of books for me, and give up their places on the elevator. Next thing I know they're going to be offering to escort me across the street like some 80 year old granny with a walker! I kind of want to wear a name tag that says "Yes, I'm old and pregnant, but I'm a married grad student - it was planned!"
I better go, I think I just came up with sentence number three.
"I have to pee."
xoxo
AK
p.s. Baby, while attending a baby shower for a friend over the weekend, I overheard some other expectant mothers talking about the books they are reading to their bumps. I hope you like journal articles titled, "Building inclusive education on social and emotional learning challenges and perspectives - a review" because that is what I will be lulling you to sleep with tonight. Who needs "Goodnight Moon" when you've got this not at all zzzz inducing material?!
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Don't Stop Believin', Baby F
OMG - Rockabye Baby! Lullaby Renditions of Journey. If you know B and I at all, you know that Don't Stop Believin' is "our song". I can't wait to pump this up on the stereo...I mean, softly play this as sweet potato drifts off to sleep. Enjoy!
xoxo
AK
p.s. Baby, I hope they're still playing this song at Harry's when we take you there for your 21st birthday. Daddy and I will embarrass the crap out of you...out of love of course!
xoxo
AK
p.s. Baby, I hope they're still playing this song at Harry's when we take you there for your 21st birthday. Daddy and I will embarrass the crap out of you...out of love of course!
Not America's Next Top Fetus Model
The weather here is downright miserable! Overnight it turned cold and rainy - yuck. Of course, hoping to avoid any delays, I booked the absolute first appointment available (8 AM) for my monthly checkup this morning. Let's just say that B and I stayed up way too late last night watching Friends on Nick @ Nite and chatting about how nervous and excited we were to see the baby again on the ultrasound at the appointment. So, the thought of seeing sweet potato's face was the only thing that pulled us out of bed and into the wet dreary Chicago morning.
At our last ultrasound, sweet potato was an absolute rock star. Elite Modeling actually sent us a contract that's how photogenic the little thing was. We couldn't wait to see some more adorable thumb sucking pictures and share them with everyone. Unfortunately, a bit of my stubborn streak was apparent in our little model this morning. (Hey, at least I know something of me is in there! It's really my kid!) I had felt lots of wiggling around this morning, so I wasn't surprised to see that little sweet potato was basically standing up in the womb with arms waving in the air. Here's the best picture of the bunch:
Ok, I'm not one to sugar coat, so here it goes: this is not a cute picture. In fact, this picture scared the crap out of B and I! We joked about this being an alien baby, but we didn't really want it to so closely resemble one! At least sweet potato has clearly already picked out his/her Halloween costume (skeleton...duh) so we won't have to worry about fighting anyone over the last Snow White costume at Target. The other pictures are equally frightening. Luckily, the "whoosha, whoosha, whoosha" of the heartbeat washed all the weird thoughts away. We could've sat in there and listened to that all day long. Also, relief set in when the doctor told us that everything looked good and all body parts were accounted for. I was so nervous that she would slip and tell us the gender of the baby, but she didn't, and the secret is still safe. Per usual, our immature selves wanted to giggle every time she said genitalia - ha - parts of us will never grow up!
xoxo
AK
p.s. Baby, we are half-way to meeting you! Your crib and dresser is being delivered next week, and our apartment is already filling up with everything you related. We're doing everything to make sure that we're ready for your arrival. Now, you just keep doing your part and keep growing and maybe put some fat on. Visible spines are so out these days. Yes, I will always have something to say about the way you look. Get used to it. Love you, Momma.
At our last ultrasound, sweet potato was an absolute rock star. Elite Modeling actually sent us a contract that's how photogenic the little thing was. We couldn't wait to see some more adorable thumb sucking pictures and share them with everyone. Unfortunately, a bit of my stubborn streak was apparent in our little model this morning. (Hey, at least I know something of me is in there! It's really my kid!) I had felt lots of wiggling around this morning, so I wasn't surprised to see that little sweet potato was basically standing up in the womb with arms waving in the air. Here's the best picture of the bunch:
Ok, I'm not one to sugar coat, so here it goes: this is not a cute picture. In fact, this picture scared the crap out of B and I! We joked about this being an alien baby, but we didn't really want it to so closely resemble one! At least sweet potato has clearly already picked out his/her Halloween costume (skeleton...duh) so we won't have to worry about fighting anyone over the last Snow White costume at Target. The other pictures are equally frightening. Luckily, the "whoosha, whoosha, whoosha" of the heartbeat washed all the weird thoughts away. We could've sat in there and listened to that all day long. Also, relief set in when the doctor told us that everything looked good and all body parts were accounted for. I was so nervous that she would slip and tell us the gender of the baby, but she didn't, and the secret is still safe. Per usual, our immature selves wanted to giggle every time she said genitalia - ha - parts of us will never grow up!
xoxo
AK
p.s. Baby, we are half-way to meeting you! Your crib and dresser is being delivered next week, and our apartment is already filling up with everything you related. We're doing everything to make sure that we're ready for your arrival. Now, you just keep doing your part and keep growing and maybe put some fat on. Visible spines are so out these days. Yes, I will always have something to say about the way you look. Get used to it. Love you, Momma.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Babysitters Club
Look who got some practice with a sweet little boy last night....
We had an absolute blast taking care of this little man while his parents attended a wedding. After taking care of him problem free and remembering his mother's problem free pregnancy, I am pretty sure our kid is going to be a little crazy devil.
xoxo
AK
p.s. Baby, I don't care if you are a crazy little devil....as long as you grow up to support your parents...just kidding!! You are supposedly about 5 1/2 inches long right now and squirming around like crazy. If I match your movements to the music playing in the car, you love Frankie Valli (no surprise there) and hate Ke$ha (good kid).
We had an absolute blast taking care of this little man while his parents attended a wedding. After taking care of him problem free and remembering his mother's problem free pregnancy, I am pretty sure our kid is going to be a little crazy devil.
xoxo
AK
p.s. Baby, I don't care if you are a crazy little devil....as long as you grow up to support your parents...just kidding!! You are supposedly about 5 1/2 inches long right now and squirming around like crazy. If I match your movements to the music playing in the car, you love Frankie Valli (no surprise there) and hate Ke$ha (good kid).
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
One Week Anniversary!
To best explain the first seventeen weeks of my pregnancy, I will quote my favorite tv dad of all time.
"It was the most I ever threw up, and it changed my life forever." Homer Simpson
Yes, Homer, I couldn't have said it better myself. But today is not a day to look back on those dark days. Today is a day to celebrate! It has been exactly one week since the last time I wasted $12 on a Corner Bakery panini only to lose it later in the day. I've turned some sort of corner, and knock on wood, I'm feeling pretty good! Ok, I'm still heavily medicated with nauseau meds, but now they're actually working! Ahh to feel like a human being again. B and I even left the house for three seperate social events over the weekend. I mean, who do I think I am?
I never thought I would be so happy to stop carrying my travel sized toothbrush and toothpaste in my life. Thanks, future Fleming, for giving Momma a break.
xoxo
AK
p.s. Baby, we registered for everything we think we're going to need to take care of you at Babies R Us and The Land of Nod on Saturday. It only took us 2 1/2 hours and several frantic phone calls and texts to my one lucky friend who is already a mother. When we got home, we put our feet up and pulled out a newborn diaper and wondered at the tiny size of it. How does something that small need so much stuff to take care of it? I grew up on a farm, and baby pigs just came out and started walking around and hanging out all "what's up" and stuff. Humans are so much work, but I know you'll be worth it :-)
Saturday, October 1, 2011
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