Thursday, June 15, 2017

Still cooking, both figuratively and literally.

38 1/2 weeks.
Also, I legitimately thought this mirror was clean until I looked at the photo. Whoops.

Well. I just realized it's been a minute since I last blogged. I feel like a lot has actually happened in the last couple of weeks - is this what it feels like to actually have "blogging material" for a change!?

The most notable occurrence is that I quit my job! Technically I turned in my 6+ week notice way back in April, but last Friday was officially my last day. It was a really, really crappy final week, if I'm being honest. I wish I could say I was able to float through with lots of goodbyes and I'll miss yous on my way out the door (skipping, of course), but it just didn't really go down that way. It's funny how people suddenly realize you're actually leaving and suddenly come up with a million and one emergencies they need you to handle. And, I know - lack of planning on their part doesn't constitute an emergency on mine; I'm well acquainted with that phrase. But it's hard to actually put that into practice when you're the kind of person that, no matter how much you wish you could mentally check out early, you can't help but feel an overwhelming need to make sure everyone is set up for success before you leave.

That said, I was reminded exactly why I was leaving (other than the having-a-baby part, of course) when, an hour before I left, the CFO actually asked me if I would be willing to work "just one more day." I resisted the urge to start maniacally laughing and crying at the same time and managed to politely say sorry, but no.

After I finally left (!) I made my way over to my 38 week doctor's appointment, where I expected to be told the exact same thing I've been told at every appointment thus far: Baby's heartbeat is perfect, your measurements are perfect, your blood pressure is perfect, see you in a week. Whomp, whomp, nope. I was informed that my fundal height, which is supposed to be approximately the same number of centimeters high as you are weeks along in your pregnancy, was only 34 centimeters. He said that low amniotic fluid was a concern or, worse, restricted fetal growth (which can also be caused by low fluid). He immediately sent me for an ultrasound, just to see what might be going on, so I headed over to the hospital.

On the bright side, we got an unexpected ultrasound and we were able to see our adorable little girl's face for the first time. It wasn't 3D or anything, but it was good enough to get a photo and give me a little boost of motivation to power through these last couple weeks of pregnancy. The ultrasound tech also confirmed that she is absolutely, without a doubt, truly a she - which is nice, because now Isaiah and I can stop agonizing over a middle name to go with our backup boy's name.

Unfortunately, the ultrasound tech was not very encouraging and informed us that indeed, my amniotic fluid was lower than doctors like to see, which sparked a weekend full of furious Googling, a lot of praying, and the chugging of multiple gallons of water just so we could rule out dehydration should I need a follow up ultrasound the next week.

Thankfully, praise the Lord, when I went back to talk to the doctor on Tuesday, he told me that no, the tech was actually wrong, my fluid levels look perfectly fine and although the baby is measuring about a week on the small side, she's still within perfectly normal range and I'm still on track for a June 24th due date with not a thing to worry about. I asked why he thought I was measuring so small and he said that it was likely just a combination of her having dropped down into my pelvis (and boy do I feel that!), the way she was turned, and the fact that she's just a hair on the petite side. He said he's more of a safe than sorry person, hence the rushed ultrasound, which I actually appreciate even if it did cause some undue worry in the meantime.

He also told me that based on the ultrasound's cervical measurements, not a lot is happening down there yet. Which is fine - I'm still a week and a half away from my due date and it sounds like she needs a little more time to plump up anyway!

Having some time off before the baby does come has been really nice. My hips have been progressively hurting more and more, but there is still a lot I want to get done around the house so it's been really convenient to be able to be up and around being productive but also be able to sit down whenever I need to. I'm still exhausted by the evening one way or the other, but at least I have the majority of the morning and afternoon to do what I need to do so I can relax in the evenings without feeling guilty (whereas before I was getting home from work and basically dragging myself straight to the couch, lucky if I even managed to unload the dishwasher first). On tomorrow's to do list: Grocery shopping and prepping five or six freezer meals. I'm hopeful each meal will feed us at least twice, and I'm hoping to do it all for less than $150, which sounds outrageous to most of you I'm sure, but remember where I live - a block of Tillamook cheddar is almost $20. Alaska may be a dream destination for a lot of people but you definitely pay the price, and the Last Frontier is effing expensive.

One last thing - I made this sweet potato bread today, and it's freaking delicious. It's probably something that would taste even better in the fall/winter, but I had a potato I needed to use, and it's been rainy and in the low 50s here so it might as well be October. Add a cup or so of chopped walnuts or pecans to the batter - you won't regret it.

I guess that's the downside to being at home all the time now...I have to stare at things like sweet potato bread and use all my willpower not to just devour the whole thing in one sitting. Time to go distract myself with a deep cleaning of the bathroom...

Friday, May 26, 2017

Life Lately #9

Are you even pregnant if you don't take your selfie in the work bathroom
at the most unflattering angle possible?

Reading: Simply Clean: The Proven Method for Keeping Your Home Organized, Clean, and Beautiful in Just 10 Minutes a Day. It's not that I don't know how to clean. I know how to clean. I just don't know how to keep a good cleaning schedule, and before I know it, things like the bathroom floors haven't been mopped in three months and the living room rug hasn't been vacuumed in just as long. It sounds like we live in a pig sty...we don't, I just forget to clean things until they look dirty. We're really good at keeping clutter to a minimum, but actually busting out the cleaning supplies and rags is another story. I need to be better, especially since I won't be able to blame my lack of motivation on a full time job in the near future. These is my confessions!

Watching: Well, we just finished binging season 3 of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (she alive, dammit!), and I just noticed that Netflix added the new season of Sherlock, so that's probably next on the list. Other than that, I'm open to Netflix suggestions.

Listening to: The new Linkin Park and Blink 182 albums. Hello, high school/college flashbacks. I'm actually enjoying both, though - LP in particular sounds less angry on this album than in the past and I can't say I hate it, since I'm not an angsty 18 year old anymore. 

Wearing: Well, I'm down to rotating through the same five or six maternity t-shirts and just wearing them with various cardigans and button-up shirts (not buttoned, clearly) for some variation. I'd love something new at this point but I'm basically refusing to buy anything since I only have a month left, and I'd rather save my money for some new non-maternity clothes this fall. 

Eating: A LOT of berries. I still hesitate to really call anything a craving, because it's not like I'll die if I can't get ahold of some strawberries, but anything with berries or lemons just tastes amazing lately. On the same note, have you ever eaten frozen blueberries just as a snack? Holy delicious.

Loving: That this baby is moving so much that I haven't even had to bother doing kick counts. 10 movements in 2 hours? More like 10 movements in 2 minutes, all freaking day long. Her favorite thing is to punch/elbow me in the left hip while simultaneously jamming her feet up under my right rib. I'm honestly starting to wonder if she's even going to like being swaddled, because she sure likes to stretch out in there as much as possible.

Not Loving: Slightly not loving that she's moving SO much. I love having the peace of mind that she's alive and healthy, but after hours on end of almost constant movement, I just want her to take a nap because I start getting nauseated and really uncomfortable. My organs need a break sometimes!

Annoyed with: People who keep insisting on using the word "literally" when they apparently have no idea what it means. I heard someone say they "literally died" the other day when something happened to them. Really?? Did you literally, actually, physically die?? Are we speaking with a ghost right now?? That, and people who use the slang phrase "Netflix and chill" to mean they actually watched Netflix and ate junk food or whatever. That's not what it means, and now I'm just confused by how you actually spent your Friday night. If you actually watched Netflix and ate snacks, say so. If you mean it the other way, that's gross, and I don't need or want to know that much about your personal life.

Wanting: Nursing bras that actually fit properly. Why do they all fit so weird!? I ordered a set from Amazon and they sucked so bad I sent them back the very next day. Then I ordered a sports bra, two sleeping bras and two regular bras from Motherhood Maternity (which took 3 1/2 weeks to arrive, omg I hate UPS SurePost). The regular bras are just okay, we'll see how they fit when I actually need them. The sleeping bras are fine, they are what they are. The sports bra...oh my hell. I don't think they ever tried that thing on an actual person. Back it went and I'm hoping the two regular bras end up working because by the time I can test them out it'll probably be too late to send them back.

Laughing at: 

35 Humor Quotes about work #work humor #funny

Two more weeks...Lord, beer me strength.

Feeling: Very frustrated with family members who tell, don't ask. My mom was supposed to come visit us and the new baby over 4th of July weekend, and then come visit again for a whole week in August while Isaiah has to be out of town for a work training. She had previously invited my aunt, who lives in Michigan, to come visit her for a long Memorial Day weekend. Next thing I know, I'm learning that my aunt has not asked, but has informed my mother that she will be coming for two full weeks, not a long weekend. My mom has limited PTO at her job, which means her 4th of July trip to Alaska is now cancelled and she's not sure exactly when or for how long she can come in August.

Hoping: That the last month of pregnancy flies by. That this girl decides to come on time or a few days early. That when I walk out of the building on my last day of work, I don't immediately start getting frantic phone calls asking me questions because they can't figure something out. 

Anticipating: This three day weekend. I need it, and badly.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

8 months down, 1 to go.

+ I have started losing things. I thought that pregnancy brain meant you just get a little forgetful, but no. Last week I somehow lost the remote to our tv's sound bar. I was folding baby clothes on the couch, placed each item one at a time into a dresser drawer sitting in front of me on the ottoman, carried each drawer into the bedroom one at a time to put them back in the dresser, and when I sat back down on the couch, the remote was missing. I have scoured the house looking for that stupid thing, and it is nowhere to be found. Isaiah even helped me move the couch and search in between every single couch cushion, under the rug, inside every. single. item. of baby clothing I folded, and it is gone. And if we don't want to get up from the couch every time we need to adjust the volume like total peasants, I'm now forced to spend fifteen bucks on a new remote.

Then, this morning, I drove to work, parked, and went to pick up the car keys from the cup holder where I always put them and they were gone. We have a push button start in our Jeep and it won't work without the keys physically inside the car, so I re-started the car and it worked, which told me the keys were still somewhere inside the vehicle. I searched my purse, my lunch bag, underneath the seats, in the BACK of the car just in case, and nothing. It took me a solid five minutes before I finally found them wedged in between the passenger seat and the center console. And let me tell you, searching small places inside a car is suddenly one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do, thanks to my almost-9 month pregnant stomach.

You have to understand, I do not lose things. I just don't. I have a fairly photographic memory and I can almost always picture where I last set something down, but I told Isaiah I can no longer be trusted with anything smaller than our cat because it is almost guaranteed to disappear.

+ My emotions have suddenly kicked into high gear. I have been 100% fine this entire pregnancy as far as hormone-induced emotions are concerned, but I cried actual tears this last weekend because my husband made plans for us to go over to our friends' house for dinner on Monday night. I've just been so exhausted and brain dead after work every day that I absolutely could not fathom having to go spend an entire evening engaging in intelligent conversation and witty banter. And I like these people! A lot! It took me several minutes of deep breathing and a good hour of searching Pinterest for a dessert to make/take to their house before I finally calmed down.

Every little thing has started irritating me. Thankfully it hasn't really (to my recollection) bled over into my marital relationship but at work? Oh mylanta. Every day there's someone I want to punch, and it's over relatively silly things. I'm probably just dealing with short-timer's syndrome since I have two and a half weeks left, but if I get asked the same questions from the same people one more time, or if that one coworker doesn't quit making such a racket every time he walks into the break room/kitchen next to my office, or if that other coworker doesn't quit busting loudly into my office without even pausing or knocking to tell me she's taking a 15 minute break and can I please answer the reception line while she's gone, I'm going to freaking lose my mind.

Oh, and if one more person tells me how much my life is going to change once the baby gets here...look, I can handle a lot of things. I'm the kind of person that leans toward giving people the benefit of the doubt with their words and I choose not to get offended by the silly things people sometimes say. But dude...I'm 33 years old, I've been married for over 7 years, we're financially stable, we own a house, we planned this. The next person that says "Get ready for a big change!" is going to hear me say very sarcastically, "Oh...really?! Crap, had no idea. Is it too late to change my mind? Well, there's always adoption if this doesn't work out."

+ I never fully understood this meme before...

Image result for pregnancy length meme

...but now I do, and it's so true. Up until recently, it didn't feel like that long ago that I was staring in disbelief at a positive pregnancy test. Now, I swear it's been at least five years. I don't necessarily want the baby to come soon because it's better for her health if she doesn't, but...I wouldn't be terribly disappointed if she wanted to come at 39 instead of 40 weeks. I'm my mother's firstborn and I was born on my actual due date (punctuality is my middle name), so I don't really think I'm hoping for too much.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Things I Like #2

These Simple makeup remover/facial wipes are inexpensive and work really well. They're not super soaking wet, but they're not too dry, either. I don't tend to wear a ton of makeup, so I rarely actually wash my face before bed (I know, I know). Instead, I use side to remove all my eye makeup and the other side to clean off my skin.

We recently bought this faux fur ottoman (in the color "wolf") to put in the baby's room, but you definitely don't have to have a baby to appreciate them. They're on sale right now, they're nice and heavy and they're soft as all heck.

I'm normally a diehard Madewell t-shirt lover, and frankly I honestly cannot wait to be able to fit into my old t-shirts again. In the meantime, though, these Target ones are a nice substitute. They're really soft and really flowy, and I bought a size larger than I would normally wear so I can fit into them now and they'll (hopefully) also disguise my stomach for a while after I poop this baby out. For reference, I bought them in medium and I'm 8 months pregnant and they fit my belly, so that should tell you how flowy they are. Size down if you hate oversized stuff. They're also 8 bucks, so I mean...

For the life of me I can't figure out the negative reviews, because I have this Essence blush in the color Heat Wave and I absolutely love it. It looks intimidatingly bright in the pan, but if you're careful with your application, it's the perfect shade of coral/hot pink. Nice and summery, and it lasts on my skin all day, which I always appreciate whether a blush is five bucks or twenty.

If you're into brow pencils, you really can't beat this micro brow pencil from Nyx. I've purchased and repurchased (and repurchased) this pencil for a couple of years now, and I have yet to find anything I like better that even comes close to the price. It's creamy enough to glide on smoothly, but not so creamy that it rubs off on your face/fingers if you touch your eyebrows (and you can set it with a brow powder if you're that worried about it). The pencil tip is really thin and in my opinion, they're pretty comparable to the Anastasia Brow Wiz pencils everyone raves about - except those will run you $21.00 per pencil. If you decide to try the Nyx pencil, keep an eye on Ulta prices. They regularly have sales on Nyx products, buy one get one half off.

Finally, a well-deserved shoutout to a small Etsy business called Love, Amalie Maren. I ordered this set of three baby headbands recently, and they are adorable. She has a ton of colors and patterns you can choose from and you can buy them as singles or in sets of three. If you're not super into baby bows and are more into wraps/turbans, check them out. There are adult sizes, too!

Don't worry, none of these links are sponsored - I don't play like that. They're just things I like, therefore you probably need to know about them.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Things I no longer take for granted

+ Being able to bend over to put on socks/tie my shoes without essentially suffocating myself.

+ Not involuntarily grunting when getting up out of a chair/off the couch/out of bed/off the toilet/out of the car.

+ The ability to climb the stairs in our home without my heart racing like I just ran a mile.

+ Not taking a full minute to roll over in bed, attempting to get comfortable again, and then laying there for a good ten minutes trying to fall back asleep.

+ Standing up after sitting for longer than five minutes without my tailbone feeling like it's going to crack in half.

+ Being able to eat without all my food feeling like it's sitting in my chest...and then forcing its way back up my throat for a good hour afterward whenever I burp.

+ Not needing Tums on me at. all. times. always.


+ Being able to pop an Aspirin or three whenever I get a headache.

+ Sleeping more than one hour at a time.

+ Zipping up my jackets/buttoning up my shirts.

+ The ability to reach into the bottom of the washing machine for wet clothes.

On a lighter note...6 1/2 weeks to go until this kid's due date, and while I'm under no delusion that I'll miraculously be less tired, I am definitely looking forward to being able to bend all the way over and sleep on my stomach again. I also just ordered a pair of harem/jogger type pants with a stretchy waistband and, thanks to the encouragement of my husband, I now fully intend on figuring out how to wear them to work without looking like a complete slob.

God bless him.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Life Lately #8

Reading: I just downloaded a book called The Illusionist's Apprentice by Kristy Cambron. I read a review of this book on Callie's blog and thought it sounded right up my alley! I haven't started it just yet but if you follow me on Goodreads, you'll be able to see what I rate it when I'm finished with it.

Watching: OH MY GOODNESS did you know that there are three seasons of a show called The Great British Baking Show: Master Class on Netflix!? Apparently Mary Berry and Paul Hollywood talk about baking techniques and such?? Maybe? I haven't started it yet so I'm not entirely sure but put "British" and "Baking" in the same sentence and I am all about it.

Listening to: Nothing at the moment. I've been in kind of a music rut lately.

Wearing: An ever-dwindling supply of maternity clothes that actually fit. 8 more weeks...8 more weeks...8 more weeks...

Eating: Breaking all the rules and eating a cold turkey lunchmeat sandwich. Potential listeria never tasted better.

Loving: Iced tea and lemonade. If you have never tried the Crystal Light Pure packets, you need to. I make the lemonade ones in a big water bottle with a couple of slices of lemon for some extra tang, and let's just say I'm now getting more than enough water every day!

Not Loving: Being busy. I have various social events being forced upon me at least once a week between now and June, and I'm already getting a stress headache from having to be around people so much. Hashtag introvert problems. Add to that the fact that I'm done with my job in 6 weeks and people (not me) are panicking that I'm leaving, I'm getting increasingly uncomfortable by the day, I'm not sleeping well anymore, and I'm ready to put myself on bed rest just so I can avoid everyone and everything.


Annoyed with: People who use my office when I'm out sick for one day and don't leave it like they found it. Papers re-stacked in different places than I left them, pens randomly left all over my desk, my computer tower turned and left all askew with a USB drive still in there, a chair close to my desk pulled out and left at an awkward angle...RESPECT THE SPACE, PEOPLE. I'm a little OCD about keeping my office tidy and leaving it extra neat over the weekend so I have a nice clean area to come back to on a Monday morning, so when I'm out sick on a Monday and come back to any semblance of chaos on a Tuesday, I am not a happy camper.

Wanting: This water bottle (white, please!). It's a great brand with excellent reviews on every website I've looked at, but WHY does a water bottle have to be $45? I'm tempted to ask for it for my birthday anyway. New water bottles make me happy and I have a feeling I'm going to need something to cheer me up when I'm up and down 18 billion times a night feeding a hungry baby.

Needing: Recommendations for postpartum yoga pants. I don't want anything too tight (no leggings!) because I plan on wearing them in and home from the hospital, and I want a dark color because...well, light colors in that type of setting under those circumstances make me nervous. I also don't want them to look TOO much like pajamas. I almost pulled the trigger on these but I just can't decide if they look too much like pajamas or if they'd look fine with a hoodie and Nikes, too.

Hoping: That the trees and plants start budding and blooming around here soon! I have a bit of a botanical-themed art project planned for baby girl's room that ties in with her name, but the exact plant that I need to start growing is still dead from our extended winter, and I'm getting impatient. 

Friday, April 21, 2017

I don't want to write about...

Pregnancy/baby stuff. There's nothing I can say that hasn't already been said by a million women before me, and there's nothing new to report, anyway. Plus, people are super judgy about everything under the gosh darn sun and I'm over it. 9 weeks left, and please pass me a stiff drink the Tums.

All my pet peeves. I was actually on the verge of writing a pet peeves/confessions-style post this week after seeing a few done by other people, but I just don't have the energy to write about everything annoying me right now. Also, I eat up those posts when other people write them but somehow I always come across as super bitchy (even when I'm just trying to be funny).

My job. I have exactly seven weeks until I'm out of there, and while they say you're supposed to keep your stress levels as low as possible during pregnancy, I wouldn't be surprised if that place sends me into early labor.

My husband's job. Not that I can really talk about it much anyway, considering he's a police officer, but it really ruffles my feathers that we have literally had to order a security camera for the front door of our house due to some of the drug dealing scumbags he's been dealing with lately. 

My newly rekindled non-hatred (love is too strong of a word) of meal planning. I could link a bunch of recipes I've used lately, but does anyone really get excited and turn around and make the same recipes themselves? I doubt it. I never do when other people talk about what they've been cooking. Besides, this isn't a food blog.

The books I've been reading. Most of them are pregnancy/childbirth/breastfeeding/sleep training related, and nobody cares.

So...that explains the 2+ week gap in between this and my last blog post. Maybe soon I'll think of something I do want to write about.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

So close, yet so far

Welp, here we are officially in the third trimester, and not a whole lot has changed. I feel like I've had a fairly easy pregnancy, relatively speaking, for which I will be forever grateful. Other than all-day nausea in the first trimester and some crazy heartburn/acid reflux and aching hips lately, everything has been pretty textbook so far...knock on wood.

I think my biggest struggle has still just been the weight gain, and I'm not even that far off track from where I wanted to be at this point. I'm a few pounds heavier than I'd like (who isn't) but honestly, my body's gonna do what my body's gonna do no matter how I feel about it, and I'm getting better about not looking at myself in the mirror with an instant "ughhhh" reaction. I did finally bite the bullet and order another pair of maternity jeans one size bigger than I normally would wear, and I'm so glad I did. My hips thank me every day. I can't lie, though (and neither can my hips), I have never in my life been into the "athleisure" trend (save it for the gym, please) until now. Pregnancy does weird things to your psyche, that's for sure.

We've officially decided on a name for this little girl, but plan on keeping it between us and our parents/siblings until she's born. While in Seattle, Isaiah took me out for a really nice belated anniversary dinner at Salish Lodge, overlooking Snoqualmie Falls, where we agreed to finalize our name choice. Up until last weekend, we were 95% sure we were settled on what she'll be called, but it's nice to have that final 5% of indecisiveness out of the way.

The baby's room is about finished, which is pretty comforting. I'm a huge planner and not a fan of last-minute anything, so even though we still have 12 weeks to go (give or take), I really love being able to walk into her room and not automatically have my eyes settle on twenty things that still need to be done. I have a few final projects to finish up but I'll share full room pictures at some point, I'm sure. At least by the time she starts kindergarten.

We also installed the car seat this weekend, and I'm sure all you seasoned moms are collectively rolling your eyes that we did that at only 28 weeks, but you just never know! says my boss every time I remind her I'm not due until the end of June. It's a little surreal to look in the back of our Jeep and see this little infant car seat sitting there. Some days it's SO REAL that we're having a baby, other days I feel like this has all just been a drawn out version of playing house, like when you're six years old and you think you'll get married and have a baby when you turn 18 because that's what adults do.

Now, my brain is turning to all the rest of the things I still need to do: Call our insurance company to find out how/when to add the baby to our insurance, ask about a breast pump and if/how it will be paid for, call the hospital to ask about a hospital tour and hopefully a list of things to bring/not to bring, make a list of hospital bag contents and eventually pack it, figure out which postpartum purchases I still need to make, wash all her clothes and cloth diapers before I actually need them, write out a brief birth plan (nothing crazy, just a few notes to have on hand to remind myself what I want/don't want)...I'm sure I'm forgetting a few things.

A few of my coworkers are absolutely insisting on throwing a baby shower, which is super nice, but I can't say I'm extremely close with any of them so I feel a little awkward about it. And, of course, the one coworker I am actually friends with is going to be out of town and can't come. It feels especially awkward since I'll be quitting mid-June (still a secret) and I feel terrible being like, "Thanks for all of the goodbye forever!" I also ran into two ex-coworkers at the coffee shop this last weekend who asked if I was having a baby shower and essentially invited themselves and I have no idea if that's good manners or not, inviting ex-coworkers to a baby shower being thrown by current coworkers??

My sister-in-law and mother-in-law also wanted to throw us a baby shower, but considering I/we don't really have many good friends in town or relatives other than Isaiah's immediate family, we agreed that rather than invite a bunch of acquaintances we don't really know that well, we'll just have a fun family dinner instead. My SIL is going to make a "virtual baby shower" invitation of sorts to post on Facebook, just so that friends and family who don't live here (like, all of mine) can have our registry link and what not.

I'm just not used to all this attention or people wanting to buy us stuff (I'm the girl whose birthday is forgotten by most people almost every year) and I'm feeling so weird about it all. Part of it is probably just my own hang-up, I get annoyed when people don't seem to care much about ME but now that we're having a BABY, oh, that's different!! Whatever. I know I just need to embrace it all and appreciate the fact that that's less money we have to spend ourselves, but it's just awkward.

That was a rabbit trail I did not intend on going down...I digress.

I had my 28 week doctor's appointment on Monday, and I had a sneaking suspicion I was going to hear "see you in two weeks!" at the end of the visit, and I was right. It's not that I hate the appointments themselves - love hearing that baby heartbeat! - I just find it to be a hassle. I really shouldn't complain, I literally work one block away from the clinic.

At least at my appointment I got to see one of the resident doctors for a second time. Oh, did I mention that our clinic doesn't assign patients to a single doctor? Nope, you just get to see whichever OB/family practice physician happens to be working on the day you make your appointment, and there's a rotation of 4-5 other doctors that fly in on a monthly basis to help ease the case load for the two permanent OBs. So far I have had seven visits and seen six different doctors. I definitely have my favorite two, and this week I got to see one of those two, so at least there's that. She went over my glucose screening from a month ago and said I passed with flying colors, so I celebrated that night with about a dozen Oreos. She also felt around and said this baby girl is already head down, which I know can change at any time, but it was nice to have confirmation that all the thumps and rolls I feel all day long underneath my right rib are due to a foot/feet and not hands.

I will leave you with a picture of one of my favorite baby outfits so far. I love all the florals and chambray and furry hoodies with bear ears and little leggings and onesies we've gotten, but Isaiah picked out this shirt/pants/shoe combo ($3.00 moccasins, obviously not for walking) and I love it. We did agree it needed something to make it look a little girlier, though, so we added this hat.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Life Lately #7

Reading: Slowly making my way through Natural Childbirth the Bradley Way by Susan McCutcheon. Isaiah and I are reading it out loud, which is...interesting. The actual reading of the book is totally fine, and it has a lot of good information for women who want an unmedicated birth, but the photos in this book are definitely not something I was expecting. In almost every single photo containing a woman, she is buck naked. Suffice it to say, I am reading while Isaiah listens. The book is also little bit outdated in some ways and with some of its information (the last revision was in 1996), but since there's no way for me to actually take a class on the Bradley Method, it'll suffice.

Watching: Nothing really at the moment. I've tried (and stopped) several shows lately, but nothing seems to hold my interest very long. Instead, I've been watching a lot of YouTube videos.

Listening to: Lots of Ben Shapiro podcasts while I (im)patiently wait for the new Chainsmokers album to come out on April 7th.

Wearing: Lots of layers, because apparently winter is never going to end.

Eating: Lots of chicken and lots of oatmeal. Oatmeal is one of the only things I've found for breakfast that actually fills me up for longer than a hot second, and chicken is cheap (ish) and easy to work around for dinner. Wednesday night I made BBQ chicken and pineapple pizza using this pizza crust recipe, and it turned out really well with a few tweaks I added. Next time I'm going to try half white and half wheat flour.

Loving: This gnocchi from Amazon. Yeah, you have to buy 6 packs at a time, but it's worth it if you have the space. They're dried, so all you have to do is boil them for like two minutes, then throw them in a pan with a little oil or butter to crisp them up. Then, the meal possibilities are endless. Here's one suggestion for you but really, it's not hard to be creative with these. Earlier this week I cooked them up, tossed them with pesto and some chopped up (cooked) chicken breasts and crumbled some goat cheese over the top. Marinara and sausage is another option, or use them in place of pasta in a pasta salad.

Not Loving: HEARTBURN and acid reflux and also how if I burp too soon after I swallow a mouthful of food or liquid it just wants to come right back up again. I'm pretty sure my stomach is situated right below my collarbone now.

Annoyed with: The cost of everything where I live. I was comparing some prices online to what we pay for the exact same items at our grocery store, and almost everything I found was literally three times the price. And I'm using the word "literally" properly, I promise. I can't even read blog posts about how to budget for groceries or feed your family of five for $100 a week or whatever people in the lower 48 do because it's literally (again, literally) impossible for me to do that here. And don't get me started on how our electric rates have been raised 20% in the last 6 months because we have the most incompetent city administration on the planet. Thank the good Lord above for wood stoves, that's all I have to say.

Creating: A spreadsheet that shows the cheapest prices for cleaning supplies and dry grocery goods (that will actually ship here) between our grocery store, Target and Amazon. Spoiler alert: Our grocery store is never the cheapest.

Wanting: This nail polish remover. I have never been able to wear nail polish without making my nails peel and split within a day of taking it off, and I'm pretty sure it's due to nail polish remover and not the nail polish itself. I've tried both acetone and non-acetone removers and they both wreak utter havoc on my nails. This alternative has good reviews, and I'm intrigued.

Laughing at: The checkout lady at the grocery store who pointed at my belly and said in a knowing tone, "You're having a girl?" I said yes, good guess, and asked how she was such a good guesser. She said that with both of her daughters, her belly button stayed in/flat; with her son, her belly button popped out. I'm only 27 weeks (tomorrow) so even if my belly button does eventually poke out I think it'll be a little while. 

Feeling: Pretty good other than lots of hip pain. It's not too bad in the daytime, especially if I get up and walk around a little bit off and on, but in the I feel like a 90 year old trying to get out of bed.

Anticipating: A quick jaunt to Seattle this weekend. We're flying out tomorrow morning and flying back Wednesday evening, so it's a quick there-and-back trip but we've been wanting to do a little baby shopping in person as well as get out of town one more time we have to start lugging a car seat/stroller/etc. with us. Also, the last time I saw my mom was at Thanksgiving and I was only 10 weeks pregnant and definitely not showing yet. We figured she might want to see her unborn granddaughter before she makes her grand entrance later this summer.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Myspace surveys are so fetch.

I'm stealing this from Michelle, because I have nothing better to do and nothing better to talk about. It's still snowing, I'm still running out of things to wear on a daily basis (my workout sweatpants barely fit around my hips anymore), and I'm still counting down the days until I can be done with my job.

So this is what's happening today.

Oh, and happy St. Patrick's Day. The day everyone pretends they're Irish and know who St. Patrick was.

1. What are your nicknames? What you do like to be called? As my blog title suggests, it's just Angi. My name is kind of a nickname by itself, since my parents didn't like the name Angela, but sometimes people call me Ang, and Isaiah calls me Ann on occasion. You can call me whatever you like, just don't call me Shirley.

2. What books are on your shelf begging to be read? War and Peace. No, not really, though we did find an old beat up copy at the thrift store a couple of years ago and snagged it because it looks good on our bookshelf. Truthfully, one of these days I need to read a Jane Austen book. Cue the collective gasps.

3. How often do you doodle? What do your doodles look like? I don't doodle a whole lot, but when I do, it's usually typography type stuff. I used to doodle various fonts a LOT in high school and college, and I have sloppily recreated one of my favorites for you here. Pretend it's done with multi-colored glitter pens.

4. What do you do if you can’t sleep at night? Do you count sheep? Toss and turn? Try to get up and do something productive? Dude, if I tried to get up and do something productive in the midst of a bout of insomnia, I'd never get back to sleep. Usually I just lay there, grumpy about how tired I'm going to be the next day, until I finally fall back asleep.

5. How many days could you last in solitary confinement? How would you do it? Well, I spend 90% of my time alone at home as is (cop wife problems) so probably quite a while. I don't want to commit to a number, though.

6. Do you save old greeting cards and letters? Throw them away? I usually save most of them for a while and then toss them. I try not to be a hoarder.

7. What is your dream career? A baker. If only it paid better and had better hours. I was *thisclose* to taking a baking job at a local cafe last fall, but the hours would have conflicted so badly with my husband's job that it would have been a miracle if we had two hours a week to spend together. In short, quality time is one of my top two love languages, so I passed on the job.

8. When making an entrance into a party, do you make your presence known? Do you slip in and look for someone you know? Do you sneak in quietly and find a safe spot to roost? Ha, fools, you assume I go to parties in the first place and worse, that I attend them alone.

 9. What is your strongest sense? If you had to give one up, which would it be? Good question. I personally don't think I'm terribly funny, I have an average sense of direction, and I refuse to answer this the obvious way (sight/smell/etc).

10. How many times a day do you look at yourself in the mirror? These days, I'm torn between every 5 minutes and never. Never, because I don't even recognize my own thighs anymore and it's enough of a reminder trying to pull my jeans up every morning. Every 5 minutes, because I still can't believe the size of the basketball under my shirt.

11. What’s the strangest thing you believed as a child? I don't remember believing anything particularly weird or strange. I was quite the realist as a child (still am, who am I kidding) and my friends hated me because I thought they were stupid for believing in Santa/the Easter bunny/the Tooth Fairy.

12. What is one guilty pleasure you enjoy too much to give up? Black licorice. Always and forever, amen.

13. Who performs the most random acts of kindness out of everyone you know? I'm not sure, honestly.

14. How often do you read the newspaper? Which paper? Which sections? I don't get an actual paper, but I read the news online every single day. Usually it's a mix of politics, local news and weird news.

15. Which animals scare you the most? Why? BEARS. Because coastal brown bears are some of the biggest in the country, second only to polar bears, and in the town where I live, they've been conditioned by irresponsible idiots to eat garbage. That means every single summer, we have to carry guns when we hike and stop/look/listen before walking to our cars in the morning. Did you know it was an Alaskan hunter who took the world record for biggest brown bear ever killed? NINE FEET. That's how tall that bear was.

16. Are you more likely to avoid conflict or engage it head-on? I think this totally depends on the situation and the person with whom I am conflicting.

17. What was the most recent compliment you’ve received and savored? Isaiah always tells me I'm "good at everything" but I don't necessarily think that's true, though it makes me feel good when he says it. There are plenty of things I'm not good at. Making pie crust from scratch, for example. Or drawing realistic looking things.

18. What is something about yourself that you hope will change, but probably never will? My eyesight. I have rotten eyesight which I pray I do not pass onto my child(ren). Isaiah has great eyesight, so it's 50-50 there. Someday I WILL get Lasik surgery. I will. Now who wants to lend me about 5 grand?

19. Are you a creature of habit? Yes and no. There are some things I have to keep as a habit or I won't do them. But most of the time, I get bored and change things up.

20. Are you high maintenance? Explain. Eh, I don't think so, but that'd probably be a better question for the guy that has to live with me.

21. When was the last time you really pushed yourself to your physical limits? July 2016, when we hiked the Laugavegur trail in Iceland. Between hiking 34 miles in 3 1/2 days, carrying a 30lb backpack the whole way and sleeping on the ground, it was one of the hardest and greatest experiences of my life. But I have to give birth to an actual child this summer, so we'll see which experience wins out as the hardest when all is said and done.

22. Do you have a whole lot of acquaintances or just a few very close friends? Why? I kind of have both. Living in a small island town and being married to a guy who has been here for 20+ years means I "know" a lot of people. But I don't have any actual friends here - I have a few good friends in other cities who I keep in touch with via e-mails and texting, and that's okay - though not ideal - for now.

23. Are you more inclined to “build your own empire” or unleash the potential of others? Uh, neither?

24. What’s a strange occurrence you’ve experienced but have never (or rarely) shared with anyone? Strange things don't really happen to me, especially not strange things I refuse to talk about. 

25. What do you think about more than anything else? Currently, it's a toss up between how many days are left until I get some time off with my husband and how many hours are left before I can go back to bed.

26. What’s something that amazes you? How perfectly a woman's body is designed to grow and house a live baby until that baby is ready to survive in the outside world.

27. Do you prefer that people shoot straight with you or temper their words? How about a nice combination of shooting straight in a tactful manner?

28. Where’s your favorite place to take an out of town guest? I don't ever have out of town guests, but if I did, and they were into hiking, I'd take them to the top of a mountain.

29. What’s one thing you’d rather pay someone to do than do yourself? Cut my hair.

30. Do you have a catchphrase? No, do people actually have those and do people actually think they're funny after they're said once or twice?

31. What is one of your most cherished memories? Getting married, honeymooning in Hawaii, and backpacking in Iceland.

32. How and where do you prefer to study? Never and nowhere.

33. What position do you sleep in? I used to sleep on my side but kinda tilted forward onto my stomach, but now that I have a basketball in the way, just on my side. And...

34. What’s your all-time favorite town or city? Seattle. Bet you couldn't guess that one.

35. What are the top three qualities that draw you to someone new? Kindness, able to hold a conversation, and a shared love of The Office.

36. How has your birth order/characteristics of siblings affected you? I don't really think it has, honestly, and I don't know how much stock I put in that birth order theory anyway. Most people seem to think that having siblings makes you codependent and unable to do anything alone, or that being an only child makes you super independent and/or antisocial. I have one younger sister with a completely (and I mean completely) opposite personality of my own, so we weren't that close growing up and don't even talk all that much as adults. I'm introverted and independent, thank you!

37. If you could eliminate one weakness or limitation in your life, what would it be? My shyness. It's a huge hindrance in a lot of areas. Also, my lack of upper body strength. I just want to be able to do pull ups!!

38. If you could restore one broken relationship, which would it be? The one with my dad, but a) that's impossible now due to his Alzheimers and b) there were plenty of chances for that to happen in the past and one of us was never really fully interested, so there's that. I'm fine, really!

39. If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to? Eh, I wouldn't. I've never really wished my name was anything else, though I have always wished people would spell it correctly. It bothers me less as an adult, though.

40. Do you believe ignorance is bliss? Why or why not? It depends, as usual. Sometimes, sure, but I don't want to be ignorant of a bear in my driveway and walk around my car and boom, there's 800 pounds of teeth and claws. That would not be a blissful experience.

41. What do you consider unforgivable? Eating the last piece of cake without asking if I want some.

42. Have you forgiven yourself for past personal failures? Sure. I don't like to dwell on things that can't be changed.

43. How difficult is it for you to forgive someone who refuses to apologize? I feel like "it depends" could be the answer to the majority of these questions. It depends how close I am to that person, it depends on what they did in the first place, and it depends how much what they did affects me going forward.

44. Do you hold any convictions that you would be willing to die for? I'm a Christian, so yes.

45. What three fictional characters best represent you? I have thought and thought and thought about this question and I just flat out have no idea. I have definite April Ludgate tendencies, though.

46. In what area of your life are you immature? I'm so immature I refuse to admit I'm immature.

47. What was the best news you ever received? That we're having a baby! I broke that news to myself via a pregnancy test though, does it still count?

48. How difficult is it for you to be honest, even when your words may be hurtful or unpopular? Honestly (ha ha), it's not that hard. I don't really care too much about being unpopular. However, with friends/family, I do tend to withhold a lot of my opinions until I'm either asked or in the middle of an appropriate conversation about said opinion. If I am asked, though...well, you asked.

49. When did you immediately click with someone you just met? Why? I have a couple of blog friends that I immediately clicked with, does that count? In person, probably my husband.

50. When do you find yourself singing? When you least expect it.

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Picking bones, as usual.

+ I don't really like to talk about work much on here because I rarely have anything nice to say about it and I'm paranoid someone will find it and report me, but I have to say that if I owned a business and one of my employees was having a baby, I would absolutely bend over backwards to make sure that person was able to quit/take maternity leave without guilt. Now that I'm about three months out from leaving, I'm suddenly getting suggestions like, "You could keep working and just bring the baby with you!?" and "Are you sure you can't just work from home for like...a few extra months, just to get us over the hump of changing multiple software systems at once?" No, I cannot. Lack of planning on their know the rest.

+ On a related note, it honestly surprises me how much people assume you're going to continue working after you have a baby. I feel like the attitude has switched, and I'm sure a lot of it just depends on where you live (cultural norms and all that) but I have been bombarded with questions about which daycare I'm going to use, if I'm really going to take three whole months off or if I'm just going to take a month or so and then bring the baby to work with me, if I'm going to continue working from home, and so on and so forth. Not one person has asked or assumed that I'm going to stay at home with my kids, like it's just not done these days. SO 1940s, right?

+ Forgive me, but I do not understand those in-home ball pits everyone seems to be buying for their toddlers. Are ball pits nothing short of amazing when you're a kid? Obviously. But all I can think about are balls rolling all over my house, all the time, and just the thought gives me hives. Also, it makes a perfectly good living room look like Chuck E Cheese moved in.

+ I was booking tickets for a super short trip to Seattle at the end of the month, but since the trip is two weeks away, seats were ridiculously limited. As in, the only two seats together on the way down were in the last two rows of the plane, and on the way back, there were literally six middle seats left to choose from. I'm praying now that someone will either switch us seats or not show up because I have no desire to be squashed between two strangers at 27 weeks pregnant.

HOWEVER, I digress. What I discovered during this particular ticket booking process is that Alaska Airlines, as of last November, now charges $15 extra per passenger for the privilege of sitting in an exit row. Back in my day, the extra few inches of legroom was your reward for being first in line to help other people get off the plane if it crashed. Now you have to pay extra. I didn't think I could like Alaska Airlines any less than I already did, but apparently it's possible.

+ Amazon Pantry does not ship to Alaska. Jerks.

+ The free Welcome Box that Amazon sends you as soon as someone buys something off your baby registry also does not ship to Alaska. Double jerks.

+ My biggest confession of this entire blog post, and the one that I think will probably get the most people riled up...I am not a huge fan of, nor do I ever really use the Oxford comma. Granted, there are times I will use it, if a list is particularly confusing and really needs the extra clarification (and I don't feel like rearranging the sentence). But otherwise, I think I just see such prevalent comma misuse that any extra commas, even appropriate ones, are a huge eyesore. Please don't hate me. I'm just an AP Style girl living in an Oxford comma world.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

This post was made with love.

+ I mentioned this on Twitter the other day, but it bears repeating here. Is it just me, or do baby onesies that say "Made with Love" seem awfully...awkward? It's along the same vein as people who announce their pregnancies with a photo of themselves holding a positive pregnancy test while sitting on their bed. Like...we know how you got pregnant and we know how that baby was made. Thanks.

+ I don't know how I didn't realize this until last night, but Netflix has actually added seasons two AND three of The Great British Baking Show. Commence the binging.

+ Target is a butthole. Sometime in the last few months they've apparently decided they aren't going to ship anything smaller/cheaper than furniture to Sitka. I don't have official proof of this, but the fact that I was able to order a crib and dresser but not a few maternity tanks and t-shirts without getting a "cart error" (that NOBODY there can seem to figure out) is highly suspicious. I also tested this theory by removing the clothing items and replacing them with food and toiletry items. Same error. Also suspicious is the fact that both my coworker and a random post office worker have both said they've been having the exact same issue since around Thanksgiving time.

+ Pet peeve: Sending a message to an Etsy seller about a custom order, and not hearing anything back. It's been three days and still no response. Maybe I'm overly anal about customer service, but if you own a small business, you need to make sure you're checking and replying to emails at least once a day.

+ Speaking of Etsy, I ordered a small plant (heartleaf philodendron) from a seller on there recently and it arrived yesterday. I had to pick it up at the post office, and printed on a giant green sticker across the top of the box were the words "LIVE PLANTS". Considering that marijuana is legal in Alaska, I wonder what the post office lady thinks of me now. I almost said "It's not a pot plant, I swear," but I wondered if that would look like protesting too much.

+ In music news, have you heard this Coldplay + Chainsmokers collaboration? Catchy, sweet, and two of my favorite bands. I'm obsessed and also so VERY tempted to preorder the vinyl album this song will be on.

Friday, February 24, 2017

Life Lately #6

Reading: Seeking Allah, Finding Jesus by Nabeel Qureshi. I just started it the other day so I don't have a lot to say about it yet!

Watching: Totally binging on season 2 of The Great British Baking Show on Netflix. HOW I MISSED YOU AND YOUR SASS, MARY BERRY.

Listening to: The Goo Goo Dolls' most recent album, Boxes. It's pretty darn good if you're into them at all. Different in a way from their older stuff, but not in a "they've totally jumped the shark" way.

Wearing: A few actual maternity shirts here and there, but mostly a lot of the same tops I wore pre-pregnancy. It's amazing how much you can get away with wearing when your style tends to include oversized/flowy shirts to begin with. Ask me in three more months how that's going...

Smelling: Not a whole lot at the moment. I've had a cold for over a week now. More on that in a minute...

Eating: This chicken and rice soup. I've made two batches in the last two weeks, each batch feeds both Isaiah and me for a good two or three nights, it's really easy/cheap to make, and it is delicious. There are stovetop instructions at the bottom of the recipe if you don't have an Instant Pot/pressure cooker. As usual, I leave out the onion and just throw in whatever bags of frozen vegetables I happen to have around. The first time I made it, I used corn and carrots. The second time, corn and carrots and a few leftover green beans.

Loving: Finally knowing that the baby is a girl! We're making some serious progress on her room and buying a few baby clothing items here or there, and it's just been so fun. We're not making the nursery extremely girly, probably because *I* am not an extremely girly person either, but we did spring for a floral crib sheet and I'm in love with it. I'm also in love with this Lord of the Rings print we found on Etsy. Hashtag nerd alert but seriously, how cool is this:

Not Loving: That our anatomy scan three weeks ago cost us A THOUSAND DOLLARS. $800 for the ultrasound itself, and $200 for them to send the results to some lab in Oregon who actually deciphers and reads those results. On the bright side, that's our entire 2017 deductible right there in one single office visit. On the dark side, I had way better plans for that thousand bucks.

Creating: So many projects...a baby blanket, a yarn pom-pom rug that looks like moss, a few other semi-secret projects for the baby's room...

Wanting: Someone to come and clean out my tiny little quarter-sized kitchen pantry and reorganize it for me. I'm tired of things falling on my head and feet all the time but I'm also exhausted just looking at the stupid thing. It's small, there's not enough space for an actual human family, I have a bad habit of buying new dry goods/canned goods without checking first to see if I already have what I's just a mess. 

Laughing at: Not so much laughing as completely identifying with this meme I stumbled across on Pinterest:

Feeling: Uncomfortable and sick. I managed to catch the cough/cold that's been circulating around my workplace lately, and it's been over a week and I still feel terrible. Not as bad as the first few days, but when your body is focusing on growing a person instead of fighting a virus, it's rough. I'm tired of coughing, and I'm tired of blowing my nose, and on top of it all, I think this baby's having a growth spurt or something because my stomach feels like it's stretching like crazy and the band on my maternity jeans is too tight at the top all of a sudden which makes me nauseated and just UGH. I'm enjoying being pregnant because of the reward at the end, not because I feel like some empowered rockstar superhero woman. I don't. I just feel sick. 

Contemplating: Deleting my Twitter account. The few friends I follow(ed) on there either barely use it anymore or don't use it at all, and while I do use it primarily to keep up with current events, it's still pretty boring when you're Tweeting and nobody's interacting. Because that's the main point of Twitter in the first place. Also, I'm tired of random Twitter trolls somehow finding my posts (sans hashtags, mind you) and trying to pick fights. Over it.

Wishing: Winter would hurry up and end so we can get to spring. Ha ha, who am I kidding. Spring in Alaska is the same as winter. All you people bragging about your 60 degree weather...stuff it. It snowed here yesterday.