Monday, March 24, 2008
Welcome to our World, Kid
Landon Joseph To, born March 19, 2008. Already knows how to kick it old school.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Guest Blog: Rants of a Crazy Pregnant Woman
Hello folks. I'm 36 weeks pregnant and my doctor told me on Friday that I'm likely to go into labor anytime now. By this time with Wyatt, I was already in the hospital delivering him. So I should just thank my lucky stars that I'm at home right now in front of the computer, but instead, I just need one good bitch session, at least while I can blame it on the pregnancy!
My various rants:
* I weigh more than Joe. That really really really blows.
* Even though Joe and I put TicTac on a diet, I actually still give her treats. 1. I'm trying to curry her favor. And 2. I'm fat, and misery loves company.
* I'm a little sad that I won't be pregnant anymore, as it's given me a solid sense of entitlement (as in "I'm sorry, but are you going to get up from that chair because you know, I am pregnant, and well, you seem perfectly able and healthy to stand...").
* If my 17 month old son cracks his big head against my nose or elbows me hard in the eye (in a single afternoon, for example), can I hit him back? What if it really really really hurts?
* Second pregnancies don't generate as much interest as first pregnancies. By friends, family, or frankly, myself, too.
* I wonder a lot of things about labor and delivery this time (will it be longer, shorter, will it hurt more, will the baby be bigger, etc.), but mostly I wonder if I'll be able to eat something before I deliver. Sometimes, ice chips don't cut it.
* On the topic of food, should my first meal after the birth be salami, a creamy soft brie, or a spicy tuna roll?
* Have I been breaking out like 12 year old pre-teen girl idolizing Ryan Seacrest (don't tell her yet, she'll learn soon enough he's "unavailable," well, at least to her gender) because of hormones, or because I've been gorging on junk food like a cherubic pre-teen the night before my parents send me away to fat camp?
* My taste in TV is just awful these days (can we say hello to Make me a Supermodel and Rock of Love?? And why exactly does Brett keep that skanky Kristy Joe on the show anyway? The woman needs some eyebrows!!).
* I have 2 big bottles of Sapphire Gin in my fridge that haven't been touched since dating Joe. Ohhhhh...good times.
Whew. Glad I got all of that off my chest. Now I can obsess over other minutiae like whether it really makes a difference when you use magic gift tape versus plain ol' scotch tape when you wrap a present. Don't people just care about the present, and not the wrapping anyway?
My various rants:
* I weigh more than Joe. That really really really blows.
* Even though Joe and I put TicTac on a diet, I actually still give her treats. 1. I'm trying to curry her favor. And 2. I'm fat, and misery loves company.
* I'm a little sad that I won't be pregnant anymore, as it's given me a solid sense of entitlement (as in "I'm sorry, but are you going to get up from that chair because you know, I am pregnant, and well, you seem perfectly able and healthy to stand...").
* If my 17 month old son cracks his big head against my nose or elbows me hard in the eye (in a single afternoon, for example), can I hit him back? What if it really really really hurts?
* Second pregnancies don't generate as much interest as first pregnancies. By friends, family, or frankly, myself, too.
* I wonder a lot of things about labor and delivery this time (will it be longer, shorter, will it hurt more, will the baby be bigger, etc.), but mostly I wonder if I'll be able to eat something before I deliver. Sometimes, ice chips don't cut it.
* On the topic of food, should my first meal after the birth be salami, a creamy soft brie, or a spicy tuna roll?
* Have I been breaking out like 12 year old pre-teen girl idolizing Ryan Seacrest (don't tell her yet, she'll learn soon enough he's "unavailable," well, at least to her gender) because of hormones, or because I've been gorging on junk food like a cherubic pre-teen the night before my parents send me away to fat camp?
* My taste in TV is just awful these days (can we say hello to Make me a Supermodel and Rock of Love?? And why exactly does Brett keep that skanky Kristy Joe on the show anyway? The woman needs some eyebrows!!).
* I have 2 big bottles of Sapphire Gin in my fridge that haven't been touched since dating Joe. Ohhhhh...good times.
Whew. Glad I got all of that off my chest. Now I can obsess over other minutiae like whether it really makes a difference when you use magic gift tape versus plain ol' scotch tape when you wrap a present. Don't people just care about the present, and not the wrapping anyway?
Feeling ripe and juicy!
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Enjoying Freedom Before Lockdown
It's coming. Wyatt doesn't know it. But you can't fool me again. I know what's happening. Dina's belly (and perhaps ass, but don't tell her I said that!) has been getting progressively bigger, and she looks pretty close to near-explosion. She's going to burst a new baby any time now.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
So until then (and I hope that then is really a far-off then, as opposed to a tomorrow then), we are trying to enjoy our freedom before all hands are on deck, back-up troops are called in (i.e., grandma and Wyatt's nanny), and I get neglected for an indefinite period of time that I can only hope will be measured in months as opposed to years (yes, feel sorry for me; feel give-me-peanut-butter sorry for me).
Crissy Field action shots
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