I awoke at 0745 this morning, fed Puck some of his food and heard my mom in the kitchen. I asked if she'd take Puck out and keep an eye on him until I was done sleeping. Of course, she said yes. It's really nice to have other people around to help out. I passed back out until 1000 -- at some point, Puck came back to lay with me for a while, but that was expected.
I woke up and before I had a chance to even empty out my water cup, we were all by the front door opening up the crib box. We carried all the pieces to the nursery and my dad set to work counting all the pieces. At this point, my mom took me to the kitchen to make sure I ate breakfast. After my bowl of granola, I went back to help my dad put the crib together. We put the two ends together easily enough, but encountered some trouble when we started attaching the first side. Personally, I was battling some stabby heartburn, while my dad wasn't happy with how the side of the crib was cut. I called my mom on my cell (she was in the other room) and asked her to bring me a Tums. She took over my helping duties and made me go lay down. After about 10 minutes of listening to them talk about the crib side, they asked me in to give my opinion.
The bottom of the side was flush with the end, but the top had a 1/4" gap. Should my dad try to sand it and make it flush or just leave it as is -- I knew he would sand it if it were his. I asked if it wiggled at all or if it was just a gap, but there was no potential pinching to it. Since it was sturdy and wouldn't pinch, I said just leave it be and finish putting it together. I stayed in the room while they finished up the crib -- it looks beautiful. I'll have to take a picture soon. I would rather wait until I have some sheets, but I may snap one tomorrow just to showcase it in naked form.
We finished up and I was given some mail from my dad -- Progressive and Chase. I had my dad read the Chase statement because I can't comprehend much of anything these days unless it's illustrated. I called Progressive through USAA and dealt with the issue of them giving my hubby motorcycle insurance even though he's deployed. Then I called Time Warner to ask how they're going to issue our credit of $35.45 -- I didn't want to get stiffed. They said they'd mail a check, but it takes 4-6 weeks to process out.
After that was complete, I took all my important files to the kitchen for some help in organizing and figuring out what I could toss and what I needed to keep. Unfortunately, my dad was busy and that's not a great task for my mom. So I moved on to the next item on my to-do list: finish sewing Ty's cool wrap. I had hand sewn the sides together Wednesday night, but that's as far as I'd gotten. I spoke with my mom about her sewing machine and she filled the bobbin and I got to work. I re-sewed the stitching I'd done -- just to reinforce it. Then I had a logistics talk with my parents about how to proceed next. Turns out the best option is to make "pockets." While I was measuring and filling up my pockets, I timed the gel beads. Ideally, they need to soak for 3-4 hours. I allowed plenty of room in each pocket for the beads to get pretty big. I found out tonight that I did not allow enough room, should they reach maximum absorbency, which would require soaking 6 hours to overnight. Oh well, I can always make more or change it up, should Ty request so.
I was made a lunch of watermelon, ham and cheese rolled up, a celery stick with peanut butter, and some grapes while I sewed. It was nice! However, I was quickly shuffled off to clean up/organize my bathroom once I'd finished Ty's cool wrap.
My mom had already cleared cabinets and provided as much space as possible. I just had to go through my stuff and figure out where I wanted everything. It actually went surprisingly fast. The bathroom looks amazing and I don't dread going in there anymore. My room still has a daunting amount of crap everywhere that we need to organize, but that'll be a job for Monday or so.
All finished with the bathroom, I put on my swimsuit and hat and headed out to the pool. My mom was blown away by my "map of rivers." I told her that Tyler loves my transparent body and blue veins, especially the ones going up the sides of my face. As I mucked about in the pool, Puck pooped, then decided he wanted to go inside. I was kind enough to let him in to hang out with "Grandpa." While I was on the deck, my mom asked to see me from behind. I obliged her, and was told, "You wouldn't think you're pregnant from behind..." but as I began to turn and walk back to the pool, heard, "But then you turn sideways and it's -- bam! -- huge!"
Thanks, mom...
I got in the pool and said, "That reminds me of something funny Jamie said a few minutes ago, on the phone," as Jam had called while I was heading out to the pool.
Jam: Hey! How are you feeling?
Jen: Fine. Huge, but fine.
Jam: Are you huge? Or are you skinny with a baby bump?
Jen: I dunno. I'm big enough.
Jam: Mom said you were obese...?
Jen: Uhhhh... (Jam cut in...)
Jam: What were her words... Um, she said you were "high risk obese!"
Jen: Hahahahahahahahaha
Jam: I was worried...
Jen: No, no, no. I was seeing a high risk OB, as in OBGYN.
Jam: Oh. That's good.
Funny thing is, both my parents said to me, "I don't think she knows what an OB or OBGYN is..." I told them she has to because she's had her lady-exams and is on birth control, which she originally got from an OBGYN.
After an hour, we got out of the pool. I went and showered -- I know... seems too soon, but it looks like I can't get away with fewer showers with my folks around -- and we went to go eat. We went to Mimi's at the Galleria. There weren't many people there, which was nice. The food was delicious, but huge portions. I got the roasted chicken crepes -- delicious, but too much chicken. Sadly, when it was time to go, it was a bit difficult to get out of the booth... My dad and a waitress had to help me out. Embarrassing -- yes!
We drove over to the theater and got tickets to see Bad Teacher. I felt a connection to this movie when I saw the previews because that's how I felt I wanted to be... though reality and my morals wouldn't let me behave that way... not to mention I don't do drugs or drink much (or at all right now!). However, I was a bit surprised by the movie. Minor/potential spoilers to follow: I was nonplussed by the choice of language. I think it would have been more effective and funnier to use less vulgar language. It was somewhat There's-Something-About-Mary-esque. I don't care for the following words or phrases: tits, dicking, dry-hump, etc. Especially when sitting with my folks while pregnant. I didn't need to see Justin Timberlake dry-humping her and then "finish" in his jeans, nor did I need to see the wet spot. I also don't ever need to see the "sign language" involving a backward peace-sign and a flickering tongue...
It was an alright movie, but I think went too far into vulgar to be relatable for all the teachers out there.
Tomorrow, we are going to go to my house and check things out. I had three realtors showing the house today and have heard nothing from anyone. Totally ridic. I need to make sure I pay the neighbor kid for mowing the lawn and keeping an eye on things.
Well, as I am exhausted, I think I should go to sleep. It was great getting to chat with Ty today. It was even nicer knowing that I could let him go write and feel good about doing so. Hooray for dust storms. Hooray for getting "home" before 2200. Hooray for getting to chat and still having time to write. I know that won't happen much.
My one major concern is for the upcoming future. Since my folks are home and there's a lot that still needs to be done, I don't want to miss opportunities to chat with Ty, nor will I have as many as I did. BUT, once the baby is here... I imagine it'll be far more difficult to get to chat with him. I know I'll want sleep and therefore I'll sleep when the baby does, but I don't want to miss his calls, nor will I want to chat all through the time I'll have available in which to sleep.
I know everything will work out and be fine, but it's crossed my mind. How does one balance sanity/sleeping, a new baby, and the love of your life who only has moments a day in which to communicate...?
I vote:
1. Husband
2. Baby
3. Sanity/sleep
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