So its been a while, yeah? We have been a little on the busy side and while things haven't necessarily slowed down they're taking a different direction, hence a few minutes to update our many followers :)
The last time we talked I do believe we had just been robbed. That was fun. And no, they didn't catch the perps, not that we were holding our breath. We have since moved to a new home, smartly enough just down the road! We figured 'why give up on the neighborhood now?' Our allegiance to the city and the neighborhood of Tower Grove won out. BUT that being said, we LOVE our new home. We're going on 3 weeks in it and have found it to be everything we hoped for and could possibly want. I think a lot of that has to do with all the love goin' around these walls, that and our house could be featured on 'Cribs' its that cool :) (kidding, sort of ;)). So about 3 weeks now, which means we're all unpacked except for a few minor details. That was an experience! I thought it was never going to end, though in the end it went a lot faster than it felt like at the time. Within the next week the baby's room should be just about ready. Which is a good thing because....
WE'RE ALMOST THERE!!!!!!!!!!
I may seem a little excited, but its beyond words spelled out in caps lock, I assure you. Scary and exciting and sudden. Sudden? Did I say sudden? I did, because feeling like i've been pregnant forever provides the pretense that I'd go on being pregnant forever and now that she's big, never stops moving, contractions have happened and my body is threatening to just quit altogether when I want to do the simplest of things such as turn over in the middle of the night, I know that this is coming to an end. Well, an end and also a beginning.
So, we are beyond excited to meet our little one whom we still call Bean but will be legally known as Emerson Zo Sehy when she makes her grand entrance :) Not only are we excited to meet her but me personally, I am excited for a few things that will come with her arrival. Or within a few weeks/months of it. Allow me to share my list of selfish things I am looking forward to:
1) Getting my boobs back. Thats right, I said it. Where most of the feedback I've received about that growth experience has been positive, I for one am not a fan. I was very happy with what I was sporting before not to mention i was soooo much more comfortable! So when those bad boys shrink back down to size, I won't be crying, I'll be celebrating :)
2) Being able to bend over. Granted this might take a minute, but barely being able to put my socks on, or any clothing for that matter is starting to make me feel like an invalid. Starting to have a hard time reaching the sink when brushing my teeth or washing my face. Bean has taken over these quarters. I'm happy to share the space and all but the patience for that is beginning to run out. Did I mention pregnancy is 40 WEEKS LONG!
3) Feeling sexy again. Luke does everything he can to assure me that he still finds me attractive and to him, I know that I am. But I don't feel attractive. I can't even put my own shoes on and can barely shave my legs. How would you feel? Enough said.
4) Wearing normal clothes again. I'm not a big shopper by any means but once in a while I like to pick up something cute when I see it. This has been an option taken forgranted for the last 28 years. When shopping for an event (such as holiday parties) I was beside myself. I tried my best to be a good sport and also come up with alternative solutions but its enough to demand a pity party when you find yourself eyeballing a cute top, and then you remember you're carrying around Mount Everest in your stomach and your maternity clothes will barely even fit, much less the extra small tank top you absentmindedly stuck in the cart.
5) Ordering a coffee without Evil looks. Pregnant people aren't suppose to drink caffein right? Wrong, pregnant people are only suppose to limit their intake, not eliminate it. And that goes with so many other "pregnant policies" its ridiculous. Unless you see me chugging a beer or taking long drags off of a cigarette keep your judgement to yourself or I'll tell you where to stick it. This has been my motto for the last 35 weeks. Rest assured I am doing everything to make sure we have a healthy baby but I will NOT lay comatose in a bed while the world tauntingly circles around me. Which is what it amounts to if you follow every 'no, no' uttered by anyone. Besides, do you have any idea what your parents where up to while you were chillin' in your snug, compfy little quarters? I think its the stress and fret over what NOT to do when your pregnant that causes more problems than what you're actually doing while housing the little one. Chill out and be healthy, thats what I'm diggin' on :)
Well, we'll start with 5. I'm sure the list is about 5 pages longer but I don't want to exhaust our readers:)
I want to wrap up this short update with a HUGE thanks the lovely group of ladies who threw Luke and I a baby shower suited for the books: Mimi Newman, Janet Pope, Sue Helfrich, Sue Marshall, Katie Good, Teresa Dorsey and Jani Piercy... you ladies rock! :) The turn out was amazing and the support overwhelming (that being said, everyone that braved the weather and made it... seriously, thank you thank you thank you). It meant so much to us!! And as always a big thank you to Luke, who is more amazing than I could possibly vocalize. I am by far the luckiest lady I've ever known :) I'll get pictures of the babies room up as soon as I can and some updated photos of the house (the one we live in and the one that used to be my stomach:))
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
This is a place of residence, man
What is new in our world, you ask? About oh, a week or so ago I decided I was a superhero. It was only for a brief moment as I was somewhere between the world of the dreaming and the world of the waking which no doubt hindered my ability to make good decisions. Good decision or not, I was ready to battle the crime world singlehandedly for the span of about 30 seconds. (You'd know thats a long time if you had been in my shoes).
I'll start at the beginning. It was a Saturday night, about 10:30 pm. I decided to bail on a night of drinking (because I'm pregnant of course:)) and instead hang out with my loved one in bed and do some reading. Luke had fallen asleep maybe 30 minutes earlier and I was dozing off so I closed my book and turned out the light (this is starting to sound like the beginning of a logic puzzle... ever heard the lighthouse one? anyway.....). We were both sound asleep when somewhere far from dreamland, yet just down the stairs we heard a loud crash of sorts and some commotion. Now, I'm not sure if either one of us were fully awake even with that kind of noise as it was sometime later before I fully interpreted what was happening. So, loud crash and I think Luke said something to the effect of "Baby, i think there's people downstairs!" followed by "its in the middle of the night." Feeling extremely confused as to why our friends would be having a party in our living room while we were asleep upstairs, I asked "But why would people be in our house?" Remember, I'm still far from fully awake and trying to piece together what should have been a simple equation. This all passes within a matter of seconds of course and it seems we simultaneously looked up from the bed to see a figure in our doorway reaching for the light switch. For the next 30 seconds, I process nothing. There is no rational thought because there is no thought at all. Luke yells out loudly to this dwarf/kid/thief figure in the doorway and said dwarf/kid/thief figure turns and takes flight. Instinctively and simultaneously I throw the covers off and bolt after him. Not from him, but after him because I, unbeknownst to us all am a superhero.
There are a couple of things to take in to consideration here. One, first and foremost I am pregnant. Should pregnant ladies be fighting crime? While I agree that we are pretty amazing creatures and ones to be reckoned with at times I don't think we should fit ourselves in to the category of "crime fighting superhero's". Lets just say its unsafe. Two, I have no weapons nor any knowledge of kung fu protection karate... or whatever. Third, I have no plan. As I said, there was no thought involved in this process therefore no time to plan. What was I going to do if I caught the robber/robbers? Considering I hadn't even processed the fact that we were getting robbed, I think I would have been screwed. We would have been screwed, me and our child and Luke. It was that thought that woke me up. I halted at the bottom of the stairs as the dwarf/kid/thief figure and his pals slammed out the back door. I was suddenly aware of the situation in its entirety and the fear came rushing in. I was immobile, torn between chasing them still and knowing that that would be the dumbest thing I could do.
I retreated safely back upstairs as Luke was calling 911. Because, thank god, one of us had rational common sense in the face of immediate danger. (Yet another way we balance each other out:)) I was angry and confused at my reaction... my reaction without thought. The fact that I don't even feel like I actually 'woke up' until I'd hit the bottom landing of the staircase.
The thieves came, took my cell phone and Luke's Ipod, tried for the TV amongst other things but unlucky for them they realized quickly that we were home and dropped it all in order to flee. The police came, tried to talk us into getting a gun and shooting all of the bad guys (I should have explained that my superhero moment had passed, thanks but not thanks), dusted for fingerprints and left us to barricade our broken door and scared demeanors. They didn't catch them and won't... when I'm un-pregnant maybe I will hunt them down (kidding, kidding:))
In retrospect my action without thought intrigued me enough that I pondered on it for a bit and came up with the theory that my instinct was that of a mother bird... protecting her nest if you will. While thats cute and all it wasn't rational and it all came to a screeching halt when that managed to force itself through my brain in those brief moments running down the stairs. I have developed this innate sense of protecting my family which I find curious and simply amazing.... something that the stork delivers when he's dropping off the baby I guess :) I just need to find the balance of action and thought that will equal safety. In the meantime Luke has made me promise not to chase after anymore robbers and I've assured him that at least for the time being I've retired my cape. Our alarm system is up and running and we make sure to leave lights on to signify that we are home. It was a learning experience in so many ways and more than anything I am extremely grateful that we are all ok. As I'm sure you can all imagine, it could have been much, much worse.
I'll start at the beginning. It was a Saturday night, about 10:30 pm. I decided to bail on a night of drinking (because I'm pregnant of course:)) and instead hang out with my loved one in bed and do some reading. Luke had fallen asleep maybe 30 minutes earlier and I was dozing off so I closed my book and turned out the light (this is starting to sound like the beginning of a logic puzzle... ever heard the lighthouse one? anyway.....). We were both sound asleep when somewhere far from dreamland, yet just down the stairs we heard a loud crash of sorts and some commotion. Now, I'm not sure if either one of us were fully awake even with that kind of noise as it was sometime later before I fully interpreted what was happening. So, loud crash and I think Luke said something to the effect of "Baby, i think there's people downstairs!" followed by "its in the middle of the night." Feeling extremely confused as to why our friends would be having a party in our living room while we were asleep upstairs, I asked "But why would people be in our house?" Remember, I'm still far from fully awake and trying to piece together what should have been a simple equation. This all passes within a matter of seconds of course and it seems we simultaneously looked up from the bed to see a figure in our doorway reaching for the light switch. For the next 30 seconds, I process nothing. There is no rational thought because there is no thought at all. Luke yells out loudly to this dwarf/kid/thief figure in the doorway and said dwarf/kid/thief figure turns and takes flight. Instinctively and simultaneously I throw the covers off and bolt after him. Not from him, but after him because I, unbeknownst to us all am a superhero.
There are a couple of things to take in to consideration here. One, first and foremost I am pregnant. Should pregnant ladies be fighting crime? While I agree that we are pretty amazing creatures and ones to be reckoned with at times I don't think we should fit ourselves in to the category of "crime fighting superhero's". Lets just say its unsafe. Two, I have no weapons nor any knowledge of kung fu protection karate... or whatever. Third, I have no plan. As I said, there was no thought involved in this process therefore no time to plan. What was I going to do if I caught the robber/robbers? Considering I hadn't even processed the fact that we were getting robbed, I think I would have been screwed. We would have been screwed, me and our child and Luke. It was that thought that woke me up. I halted at the bottom of the stairs as the dwarf/kid/thief figure and his pals slammed out the back door. I was suddenly aware of the situation in its entirety and the fear came rushing in. I was immobile, torn between chasing them still and knowing that that would be the dumbest thing I could do.
I retreated safely back upstairs as Luke was calling 911. Because, thank god, one of us had rational common sense in the face of immediate danger. (Yet another way we balance each other out:)) I was angry and confused at my reaction... my reaction without thought. The fact that I don't even feel like I actually 'woke up' until I'd hit the bottom landing of the staircase.
The thieves came, took my cell phone and Luke's Ipod, tried for the TV amongst other things but unlucky for them they realized quickly that we were home and dropped it all in order to flee. The police came, tried to talk us into getting a gun and shooting all of the bad guys (I should have explained that my superhero moment had passed, thanks but not thanks), dusted for fingerprints and left us to barricade our broken door and scared demeanors. They didn't catch them and won't... when I'm un-pregnant maybe I will hunt them down (kidding, kidding:))
In retrospect my action without thought intrigued me enough that I pondered on it for a bit and came up with the theory that my instinct was that of a mother bird... protecting her nest if you will. While thats cute and all it wasn't rational and it all came to a screeching halt when that managed to force itself through my brain in those brief moments running down the stairs. I have developed this innate sense of protecting my family which I find curious and simply amazing.... something that the stork delivers when he's dropping off the baby I guess :) I just need to find the balance of action and thought that will equal safety. In the meantime Luke has made me promise not to chase after anymore robbers and I've assured him that at least for the time being I've retired my cape. Our alarm system is up and running and we make sure to leave lights on to signify that we are home. It was a learning experience in so many ways and more than anything I am extremely grateful that we are all ok. As I'm sure you can all imagine, it could have been much, much worse.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Deep Thoughts, by Mom (that would be me, i'm a mom now :))
So far not much has happened with the Kicker since the beginning. The kicker, bean, little one, the as yet unnamed new light of our lives. Nothing out of the ordinary that is (knock on wood). She's growing and we're loving it:) But much has happened with us. For this stretch of verbage I'll share my personal experiences as an up and coming mother. These experiences mostly center around "Holy crap, i'm going to be a mother" (i'll elaborate shortly) and "Holy crap what is happening to my body". So pretty much, my whole life has changed. But please don't misread... I am happy about what has happened and even happier about what is going to happen. But holy crap, my whole life has changed! :)
Growing up I may have had dolls, I don't really remember. I mean dolls other than Strawberry Shortcake. THAT I remember:) I wasn't obsessed with having children and come to think about it, I don't believe I was born with a biological clock. You know, that gidget that causes a woman to crave procreation? Anyway, my clock never came in the mail. I have a ridiculous amount of siblings and growing up I felt the guidance i provided them fulfilled that nurturing instinct and I was comfortable with that. So it was deemed that I would be the one to never have children, or maybe it was self proclaimed. It wasn't that I didn't want any, just that I didn't feel the need to have any. Either way, I knew that time was apt to change things, as change is quiet the constant in life and so I was prepared but not expectant of the day I would wake up jumping out of bed screaming about my unfulfilled need to bring a being in to the world. As you can imagine, that moment never came. What did come however was someone that I fell in love with. Like the kind of love that feels ok. What I mean by 'ok' is 'right'... the real stuff if you will. The kind that I can trust. (If you've ever been jilted, then you know what I mean). Finally, a man I am absolutely crazy about! Without any ifs, ands, or buts. The best kind of love :) (if all this sappiness is making you sick to your stomach, I apologize. I just can't help it:) if it was you, you'd understand)
All of this being said, and all of you knowing that we are expecting, I'll skip the part about finding out and the initial reactions and blah blah blah. I've heard a lot from family members of mine "oh, from the girl who was never going to haaaaave children" and that, along with this new amazing feeling of being a mother (she may not have officially arrived yet, but i'd say i am officially a mother anyway:)) got me thinking about my cautious treading in the light of procreation. I know without a doubt that my childhood, my past, current, and future approach to motherhood along with the existing emotional support of the most important person in my life (yup, that'd be Luke:)) will bring me into the light of being the best possible mother our bean can have. Together, we are prepared to show her the purest kind of love there is (probably going to overdue it a bit too, poor bean:)). She may not have been "planned" but the best things that have happened in my life have not been planned at all. Make no mistake about it, the three of us WILL rock this :)
So have I convinced you yet? :) I know no convincing is necessary, just sharing thoughts. And ranting a little maybe :) Stay tuned for part 2... the "Holy crap, what is happening to my body" portion of the pregnancy :)
much love to you all!
Growing up I may have had dolls, I don't really remember. I mean dolls other than Strawberry Shortcake. THAT I remember:) I wasn't obsessed with having children and come to think about it, I don't believe I was born with a biological clock. You know, that gidget that causes a woman to crave procreation? Anyway, my clock never came in the mail. I have a ridiculous amount of siblings and growing up I felt the guidance i provided them fulfilled that nurturing instinct and I was comfortable with that. So it was deemed that I would be the one to never have children, or maybe it was self proclaimed. It wasn't that I didn't want any, just that I didn't feel the need to have any. Either way, I knew that time was apt to change things, as change is quiet the constant in life and so I was prepared but not expectant of the day I would wake up jumping out of bed screaming about my unfulfilled need to bring a being in to the world. As you can imagine, that moment never came. What did come however was someone that I fell in love with. Like the kind of love that feels ok. What I mean by 'ok' is 'right'... the real stuff if you will. The kind that I can trust. (If you've ever been jilted, then you know what I mean). Finally, a man I am absolutely crazy about! Without any ifs, ands, or buts. The best kind of love :) (if all this sappiness is making you sick to your stomach, I apologize. I just can't help it:) if it was you, you'd understand)
All of this being said, and all of you knowing that we are expecting, I'll skip the part about finding out and the initial reactions and blah blah blah. I've heard a lot from family members of mine "oh, from the girl who was never going to haaaaave children" and that, along with this new amazing feeling of being a mother (she may not have officially arrived yet, but i'd say i am officially a mother anyway:)) got me thinking about my cautious treading in the light of procreation. I know without a doubt that my childhood, my past, current, and future approach to motherhood along with the existing emotional support of the most important person in my life (yup, that'd be Luke:)) will bring me into the light of being the best possible mother our bean can have. Together, we are prepared to show her the purest kind of love there is (probably going to overdue it a bit too, poor bean:)). She may not have been "planned" but the best things that have happened in my life have not been planned at all. Make no mistake about it, the three of us WILL rock this :)
So have I convinced you yet? :) I know no convincing is necessary, just sharing thoughts. And ranting a little maybe :) Stay tuned for part 2... the "Holy crap, what is happening to my body" portion of the pregnancy :)
much love to you all!
Friday, September 24, 2010
Testing 1,2,3
Hello everyone! I was recently inspired by another baby specific blog to start my own blog about my own baby... and my own self... and my most amazing boyfriend, Luke. Simply put, my family :) I feel like its crazy to be saying that yet its so very true. If you are reading this then you probably already know the story but just in case you don't, I'll summarize for you.
I met Luke a little over a year ago at a little neighborhood pub by the name of Riley's. Most stories that start this way typically have an ending, sometime abrupt, sometimes not but an ending never the less. However this one only has a beginning. I fell in love (to say the least) and he's convinced me that he has as well, which makes us two very lucky individuals. A chance meeting on a chance night in a chance neighborhood and here we are :) Well, not exactly here per say, but rather there we were. In love. So, as most of you are probably not as entertained by this story as I am, I'll try to pick it up a little.
There is a progression of events that typically occurs in a lasting relationship... fall in love, get married, have kids, etc. We decided to mix it up a bit and do the kid thing first (I never did like to follow the rules :)) . In June we found out that we are expecting a little one. Though it was a surprise, a BIG surprise, considering how we feel about each other we figured it would have only been a matter of time anyway and found ourselves to be very excited.
Yup, all that just to tell you guys we're starting a family. We went in for our first ultrasound September 22nd to find out that we are having a girl!!! She is due Feb 9th and looks to be as healthy as she can be so far.
I plan on writing, er... blogging pretty frequently about EVERYTHING... the aches and pains of pregnancy (oh, the joys too of course:)), the adventures of a young relationship, the happenins' in our lives in general. I might even get Luke to throw a few words out once in a while :) Once little bean decides to show herself there will be all those fun adventures as well :) We absolutely can not wait for her to get here!! Though we're also not trying to rush her... healthy.... key word.
Looking forward to sharing our experiences with everyone! :) and if you have any parenting advice, we may or may not want it but feel free to share it with us regardless :)
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