Tuesday, July 17, 2012

It's never too early to discipline...

Myself, that is.

I need a time out.

I think it hit me about the time I dropped a Tupperware filled with sliced red peppers and then preceded to repeatedly slam the vessel to the floor that once held them.

Oh...and I was yelling.

I yelled as I picked the pathetic little things up off of our dirty linoleum, yelled as I stomped my way over to the trashcan, and then gave an encore worthy UGH!! as I shoved them into the layers of smelly garbage.



Wanna know why?

I spent the previous forty-five minutes convincing myself to get off the couch with the promise I could scavenge tasty tolerable sustenance to feed my growling tummy, and those red peppers were part of the plan. Peppers, avocados, and toasted gluten-free bread. I even had an overwhelming urge to pee, but even that wasn't enough to rouse me from my resting place. The fear of becoming fat and lazy? Nope..not enough. The only reason I was able to drag myself out of my comatose state was for some friggin red peppers!

I just love being pregnant.

No, no. Let me rephrase.

I just LOVE being pregnant with food allergies. Only a pregnant lady who can't eat eggs, wheat, or dairy would let the loss of a container of plain-jane red peppers send her into this much of a tizzy-fit.

I'm sure the "Armageddon" episodes on the History Channel and "Death of a Cheerleader" on ABC Family combined with Bravo's "Pregnant in Heels" had absolutely nothing to do with it.

My poor husband...

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Couch Dwellin'

Hey peeps! Or....peep....whatever. HI!

I have been a little busier than I had imagined the last time I posted...orchestra gigs....camps....MU summer welcomes....eating....

I really tried to not eat the whole thing...but it was the best cheese-free/gluten-free pizza I have ever had the pleasure of devouring. YUM. Even though I've started my second trimester, I still get those insane waves of nausiousohmygoshputsomethingwithcarbsinmymouth. Veteran moms, I'm sure you know the feeling!

Though I've been procrastinating a tad, I've started a few projects to help me start preparing to connect with our little one.

The first one is a baby book of sorts, only it is just a little journal I can write in every day. I've been filling it with scripture, prayers, notes, encouragements, etc... It's been really good for me to channel more of my "baby obsessed" emotions into something a little more productive than stuffing my face with pizza, watching backtoback episodes of A Baby Story, and poring over all of the ridiculous posts on mommy message boards. :)

Another little thing I've started is an embroidery project to put scripture around what will become the baby's room. I know that it's a little early to start decorating, but I will hit the ground running with school in a little over a month, and I know there won't be time to do ANYthing. AND, my sewing machine is going to be in the shop for two weeks...so I HAVE to start doing something, people!

Anyway, I really wanted to stitch little samples of Psalm 139 to hang in pieces...either in large painted embroidery hoops or frames. I haven't decided which. Getting started was a little rough, but I'm getting the hang of it, thankfully:)

First, I just entered the text with a cute font into Word, printed it out, and taped it to a sunny window.  After cutting a square from a bird's eye flat and taping it over the printout, I carefully traced the words with a fine tipped sharpie.

Leaving me with this--and I haven't the faintest clue why I can't get the picture to be right side up. My head hurts too bad to mess with it...so you'll have to use your own inventive imagination.

The current state of the project has been sitting on my coffee table for a few days until I get the gumption to continue working on it. I almost have the first line stitched. Too many baby shows on TV for me to stay focused!!

The marker lines are a bit dark and thick to cover up with the thread I have, so next time I will probably just use a light pen or pencil. I think this one will look okay from a distance, but I'm definitely working toward an improvement next time.

No belly pics this time...though it is definitely a larger bloat since the last time I posted! My OB even gave me a curt little lecture about eating more veggies so I won't gain weight so fast...and I'm currently looking for a new OB!! :) As long as I'm healthy and happy, I really don't think comments like that are necessary. The only reason I gained 6 lbs. is because unlike a lot of women, I had the (amazing) blessing of being able to keep all my food down. And I'm really hungry!!

Ok, that's enough for this time...happy 100-degree July weekend everyone!

Thursday, May 31, 2012

8 Weeks

Our second doctor's visit yesterday was very exciting, partly because it was our fourth wedding anniversary!!  Normally I wouldn't have had two appointments so close together, but my OB wanted to double check the baby's measurements to confirm my due date. I didn't complain because it just gave me another chance to make sure everything was going ok in there. I was so suprised to see how much bigger the little bugger was! The heartbeat was up to 160 bpm and you can totally make out where the head/arms/legs are. So cute! I keep talking to my belly telling him/her to "be careful in there!" hehe... never to early to nag, right?

The only concerining matter was that the previous week's bloodwork indicated my thyroid isn't functioning up to par. The doc said it's pretty normal for someone like me and scribbled off a perscription for Synthroid. My mom has been on thyroid meds for years, so it really didn't suprise me much. I was a little sad to have to add one more pill to my cocktail, but I guess you do what you have to do.

Nausea has definitely reared its head...though I'm not the type to actually throw up. I was thirteen the last time that happened, and I think I just will myself to not do it anymore. I would rather do most anything else than to heave uncontrollably into a nasty toilet. Not my cup-o-tea. So....about 2pm every afternoon...when that yucky swimmy feeling hits....I just park my happy butt on the couch and suck on candied ginger until it's time to make dinner.

Are you bored yet? Too bad..I'm going to keep blabbing.

One of the ways I try to boost my mood is to exercise at least every other day...usually swimming, biking, or jogging.

ONCE in a while, I pop in my prenatal yoga dvd. It's total cheeseball...so I'm not always in the mood. The ladies look like teletubbies without the wierd head thingie. Seriously...check it out: http://www.gaiam.com/text/videos/90-0020_video.html.

But anyway...yesterday I hopped on my bike for a few laps around the park across the street. It was a gorgeous morning, and since I usually feel pretty great when I'm working out, I was having a great ride. Until.....I tried to turn around on the narrow path so I could go look at a different part of the park. Normally sharp turns are a cinch....but since I'm just a little off these days, I forgot to look the direction I wanted to go...and instead stared directly down at my bike. BIG mistake. The bike drunkenly wobbled about and since my seat was hiked almost all the way up (from the triathlon), my feet couldn't reach the pavement. There was a moment of "oh crap" where everything started moving in slow-mo and I was TERRified I was going to fall off the bike. NOOO! I determined to NOT fall...and somehow I didn't. Whew! My adrenal glands had a hey-day with that near disaster and I was so shaky that I had to go sit on a bench to calm down. So...maybe I should forego the biking for a while...or at least the 180-degree turns.

Anywho...that's enough for one week.

Here's the latest progress:

The sad part is that the belly bloat is 0% baby and 100% gaseousness. Oh weeeell. That's what the flaxseed meal is for. Eat up!

Saturday, May 26, 2012

It's Really Long!!!!

Hello faithful readers!!! I hope you are still here with me!!!

I'm finally settling down after a long semester to reflect on all of the adventures we have tackled...and there have been many! One of the more taxing ones was our recent trip to Ireland with Marching Mizzou. The trip was quite a task to orchestrate, and we were excited to finally get it underway.

Tom and I departed STL with the band on the Wednesday before St. Patrick's Day and landed in Dublin about twenty-four hours later. It was the first international flight for both of us, and Tom's first flight since 9-11. He thought I was being ridiculous when I urged him leave out most of the electronic/sharp metal trinkets and gadgets he had been stowing around in his backpack all year. Apparently I didn't do a good enough job...because he still got stopped at EVERY security checkpoint for a detailed scan and swabbing of his things. Something to do with him carrying his conducting baton in a repurposed PVC PIPE!! Wow. Pipe-bomb anyone??

Poor Tom...
After our awaited arrival in Ireland, we did some sightseeing for a couple of days and then marched the St. Patrick's Day Parade in Dublin on Saturday morning. Here are some of my flute girls before we stepped off: 

The next day, we loaded up all six charter busses and hauled everyone to the west coast of Ireland to spend a few days in Limerick. Here's a pretty view from the bus window:

Following the parade in Limerick, we did some more sight seeing including Blarney Castle/Botanical Gardens, Blarney Woolen Mills and the Cliffs of Moher. Here is a shot of me in the Blarny Castlegrounds:

Tom overlooking the Cliffs of Moher...we climbed to the tops of the cliffs in the background. 

And on the way to the top, we encountered this sign. Don't worry, I didn't act stupid like the kids and actually go that close to the edge. Stupid kids...

More cliffs along the coastline...he was a brave one. I would've never stood where he is standing in this picture. Captain Morgan, anyone?

The trip was EXHAUSTING...but it was absolutely beautiful. I am very happy to have the experience under my belt, but we were SO glad to finally get home to finish out the semester. We sacrificed two weeks of time in our graduate music classes and it was a tough chore to catch up. 

About a month and a half later, the semester's end drew nearer, but the numerous contests, concerts, research papers, and finals were really weighing us down. Normally, I can keep up the pace pretty well, but this time it was getting the best of me. I found myself crying in the silliest of circumstances, one of the more confusing ones being the time our director informed me my pitch was a little low in one of the pieces we were playing. Literally...I could barely keep the tears from falling down my cheeks. I am a grown woman, people, I should be able to handle constructive criticism! Though it was strange, I chalked it up to end of the semester exhaustion mixed with a few monthly hormones...no big deal.

A few days later, the biggest weekend of the semester had arrived: State Solo and Ensemble Contest. This is the day that all of the high-schoolers in Missouri who recieved a "I" rating at their district contests come to be judged and rated on our campus. It is a non-stop three day event, and all of us Band TA's were in charge of trouble shooting. The work load really wasn't that bad, but for some reason I was finding it more and more difficult to put one foot in front of the other. TOTALLY not like me. I'm usually right in there with the boys pulling my fair share of the load. Though it was excruciating, somehow I made it...and then performed in three additional concerts that weekend. Whew!

It wasn't until about a week later I woke up early one morning after a very strange dream about a little baby when I finally realized that my period was seriously late. For those of you who know me well, you are aware of how "in-tune" I usually am with my body...but with the hectic life we've been living for the past few months, I had completely stopped charting. I still knew approximately when everything was supposed to be happening, but I just really wasn't paying a whole lot of attention.

After using one of the little test strips we keep under the sink in the bathroom, I stared in disbelief at the result:

The second line was sooo faint, but after talking to a few expert mommys, I was assured that it signified a positive result. (and the twenty more test strips that followed in the succeeding days proved the hypothesis by displaying darker and darker second lines...)


Of course, this was the greatest suprise....but we just weren't prepared for it at all. Tom was especially speechless!

As the news sank in, we had a few more celebrations:

Tom's 32nd Birthday complete with sour cream coconut cake:

And my completion of the TriZou Sprint Triathlon....Pregnant!!

Here I am waiting 2 HOURS to get into the pool for my 400m swim. I'm a slow snail in the water...and waiting that long did absolutely nothing  for my nerves. Do you like the little ankle bracelet they made us all wear? I felt like I was breaking my probation...

 I side-stroked most of it. I'd trained to do freestyle since January, but it was all I could do to not hyperventilate in the water.  I did pass one bigger dude, though...I think he was wearing a snorkel. :)

And my favorite part...the 14 mile (and very hilly) bike!! I held my own...even though I had a mountain bike without the fancy toe-clips. Woot. 

And then the concluding 3.1 mile run. Or in my case...the run/walk. I'm so slow...I'm pretty sure I ran about 11:44 mile. Oh well. It was hot..and I was trying to stay pregnant. My amazing coach, Erin, is running my last few steps with me. She's the real champ. She completed a half ironman about a month before this.

So...after the triathlon Tom and I had a week of finals and then FINALLY the semester was over. We are super psyched to have finished our first year of Graduate School, and we are praying REALLY hard for wisdom about the upcoming year...and the years to follow. We had planned to continue with school to pursue Doctoral degrees in 2013, but we are really going to have to consider our commitment level with a child in tow. Heck...I'm just hoping I can finish the second year of this program. It's all very overwhelming, especially when I let all of the "what-ifs" cloud my thoughts. All I really need to remember is that God is sovereign...He ordained this...and He will give us the strength, love, and wisdom to embark on life's next journey.

Until then, however, I'm going to enjoy the ride by beginning my baby bump chronology!!

Week 5 (about a week and a half ago):
Belly Measurement: 37"
Weight: 143lbs
Symptoms: Extreme lethargy, incessant hunger, loosening ligaments
Cravings: Hotdogs with ketchup and avocado, relish and tortilla chips, steak.
Exercise of choice: Yoga and Swimming laps.

And...(drum roll please)...acording to http://www.thebump.com/ my baby is a blueberry. Yum!

I am, however, convinced that this prediction...along with the doctor's....is about a week ahead of where I actually am. So, in reality, my baby is a sweet pea...thankyouverymuch.

Ok...well thanks for sticking it out until the end!! I will try try try to post more often so marathon ramblings such as this can be avoided in the future:)

Pray for a sticky bean (or blueberry..)!

 BabyFruit Ticker

Friday, April 27, 2012


It has been WAAY too long since I last wrote. Chalk it up to research papers, opera papers, Shenkerian Analysis papers (don't ask...), TA duties, practicing, and just trying to keep up with it all.

Oh, and did I mention I'm training for a mini-triatholon??

It's serious, people. And yes, I'm crazy. But, I can swim 1/4 mile in less than twelve minutes, which may sound SLOW to you...but it's an amazing accomplishment for someone who freaked out everytime she attempted to free-style. Today, I practiced swimming in my biking outfit, because I won't have time to change into them after the swim in the actual event. Lovely. I think the butt-pads added a little extra flotation assistance. :)

Anyway, I'm just trying to survive the next two weeks of classes, concerts, juries, and finals. And at some point, hopefully a summer employment opportunity will pop up.

Ok, I know it's pathetic, but I don't have time to write more....