Last night Nate and I both boo-hooed through the most horrible/wonderful episode of Extreme Makeover Home Edition.
The story? A pregnant woman and her husband, who she dearly loves, buy an old cottage in the hopes of making it their fairy tale home. Her water breaks, he goes out to do some chores before they leave for the hospital, and he never comes back - he dies of a heart attack. The hospital sends two ambulances, one for her husband, and one for her because she's in labor. She gives birth the very same day her husband dies.
HOLY CRAP! I should have known it was going to be bad when Nate read the TiVo preview of the episode and just said, "Oh NO." Then he looked at me and said, "Are you sure you want to watch this?"
I insisted, and we ended up sharing tissues. WHEW. And even though it all turned out beautifully, and she got a wonderful home and special projects remembering her late husband, I still managed to cry every few minutes. I seriously need to stop watching reality tv.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
My wonderful husband
Don't read this if you don't want to hear about the most amazing man alive. Because who on earth has a husband as sweet and thoughtful as mine?
On Fridays, Nate's whole office gets to leave early - this Friday, he left at 2:30. What would most men do with an extra hour and a half before they had to pick up their wives from work? Head to the driving range? Sit on the couch and veg for a while? Maybe grab some lunch or spend some money on themselves?
Not mine. He pulled up to pick me up from work with a grin on his face and a sheepish admission. "Baby, I went to Hobby Lobby, and I spent a little bit of money." I was just delighted that he had bought something for himself, but I should have known better!
He picked up an awesome vintage-looking train and truck for Milo's nursery, and we both exclaimed about it for a minute before he said, "That's not all," and opened the glove compartment, revealing a hot pink bag. "This is for you."
I opened the bag and found an amazing purple headband, which I immediately put on (and boy did it spruce up my crazy ponytail...). "There's something else in there." I pulled out a gorgeous, huge ring, just the type that I love, and immediately went on and on about how sweet he was and how there was no way he had to do that.
"Well... that's not all, either..." He pulled out a Motherhood Maternity bag with an adorable dress and a gorgeous shirt, both for me (obviously). How on earth could I be so spoiled? Because my fabulous Nate definitely responded, "Well, you know how much I love to spend money on you." (sigh) Perfection. I should have a rough week more often.
Or not. I'll just smile and enjoy having such a wonderful man.
On Fridays, Nate's whole office gets to leave early - this Friday, he left at 2:30. What would most men do with an extra hour and a half before they had to pick up their wives from work? Head to the driving range? Sit on the couch and veg for a while? Maybe grab some lunch or spend some money on themselves?
Not mine. He pulled up to pick me up from work with a grin on his face and a sheepish admission. "Baby, I went to Hobby Lobby, and I spent a little bit of money." I was just delighted that he had bought something for himself, but I should have known better!
He picked up an awesome vintage-looking train and truck for Milo's nursery, and we both exclaimed about it for a minute before he said, "That's not all," and opened the glove compartment, revealing a hot pink bag. "This is for you."
I opened the bag and found an amazing purple headband, which I immediately put on (and boy did it spruce up my crazy ponytail...). "There's something else in there." I pulled out a gorgeous, huge ring, just the type that I love, and immediately went on and on about how sweet he was and how there was no way he had to do that.
"Well... that's not all, either..." He pulled out a Motherhood Maternity bag with an adorable dress and a gorgeous shirt, both for me (obviously). How on earth could I be so spoiled? Because my fabulous Nate definitely responded, "Well, you know how much I love to spend money on you." (sigh) Perfection. I should have a rough week more often.
Or not. I'll just smile and enjoy having such a wonderful man.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Fashion Disaster
Today was a bad day, and I'm blaming it entirely on my outfit. I hated it to begin with, but I wore it anyway, and I'm certain it spoiled everything. Or maybe it was the lack of makeup and the horrible messy-bun hair? Either way, I found myself feeling just plain pissy all day long. Here I was, trying to switch things up and wear something different from my usual dress and boots, and it went horribly awry. So why bother?
My theory is that if I could just find enough cute dresses to wear every day for the rest of my pregnancy, I might be able to pull off a much better attitude on a daily basis. Because finding pants that actually stay up, with panels that don't itch, that correspond with tops that actually cover my growing tummy but don't swallow me, is getting to be more than this little fashionista can handle.
I went to the trouble to pair an ironed (now that's a feat in itself) dress shirt under a short-sleeved sweater, with dress pants and a pair of flats. But then there was the tummy problem, so I added an undershirt tucked into the pants (which was more than a headache every time I went to the bathroom). I spent most of the day pulling my pants up and my shirts down, and by lunchtime I was hot, itchy, and starving.
One of my students literally told me, "Ms. Jackson, you look plain today." Plain? Excuse me? I may have been accused of a lot of things, like over-using glitter and sparkles, but I have never been called plain. My feelings were mortally wounded, yet all I could do was sigh and say, "Well, I feel plain today." Keep in mind, blech, uncomfortable, and irritated much more accurately described how I felt, and I almost told her that, until I realized that I was the teacher and she was the student (look at me still being professional).
I used to love a challenge, but these days, I'm just too darn tired to care. So you may see me in the same gray or black dress every single day until Milo comes, or the same pair of Nate's old boxers that I wear every night with the largest tee-shirt I can find. Repeating outfits. (shudder) It's a pregnancy necessity. All I know is that I'm mentally filing today's outfit in the "NEVER AGAIN" category. That is, if my pregnant brain can keep track of anything...
My theory is that if I could just find enough cute dresses to wear every day for the rest of my pregnancy, I might be able to pull off a much better attitude on a daily basis. Because finding pants that actually stay up, with panels that don't itch, that correspond with tops that actually cover my growing tummy but don't swallow me, is getting to be more than this little fashionista can handle.
I went to the trouble to pair an ironed (now that's a feat in itself) dress shirt under a short-sleeved sweater, with dress pants and a pair of flats. But then there was the tummy problem, so I added an undershirt tucked into the pants (which was more than a headache every time I went to the bathroom). I spent most of the day pulling my pants up and my shirts down, and by lunchtime I was hot, itchy, and starving.
One of my students literally told me, "Ms. Jackson, you look plain today." Plain? Excuse me? I may have been accused of a lot of things, like over-using glitter and sparkles, but I have never been called plain. My feelings were mortally wounded, yet all I could do was sigh and say, "Well, I feel plain today." Keep in mind, blech, uncomfortable, and irritated much more accurately described how I felt, and I almost told her that, until I realized that I was the teacher and she was the student (look at me still being professional).
I used to love a challenge, but these days, I'm just too darn tired to care. So you may see me in the same gray or black dress every single day until Milo comes, or the same pair of Nate's old boxers that I wear every night with the largest tee-shirt I can find. Repeating outfits. (shudder) It's a pregnancy necessity. All I know is that I'm mentally filing today's outfit in the "NEVER AGAIN" category. That is, if my pregnant brain can keep track of anything...
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The day that just wouldn't quit
Just when I thought today couldn't get any more exciting - or trying... Someone threw up.
More specifically, someone in my class threw up.
Even more specifically, someone in my class threw up on her desk and all over my floor.
And now I can't stop gagging. Don't get me wrong - I immediately sent the ill student to the nurse and took my whole class next door to the empty room. But when I think about heading back into my room for the next period, I literally can't hold my lunch down. I start gagging just walking down the hall toward the classroom. What's a pregnant girl with an extremely sensitive gag reflex to do?
You know, when I agreed to teach high school, it was mostly on the assumption that high school students don't require the level of nurturing that younger students do. For example, they, in theory, go to the restroom on their own, blow their own noses, and at least make it to a trash can when they feel sick to their stomachs. I'm starting to wonder, though, if the only difference is that high schoolers have the capacity for making much larger messes. And let me say this. The day one of my kids pees or poops his own pants will be my last day teaching high school.
Either way, I have to be finished with this post or I'm going to be the one making a mess. And I still have one more class period to go. Wish me luck.
More specifically, someone in my class threw up.
Even more specifically, someone in my class threw up on her desk and all over my floor.
And now I can't stop gagging. Don't get me wrong - I immediately sent the ill student to the nurse and took my whole class next door to the empty room. But when I think about heading back into my room for the next period, I literally can't hold my lunch down. I start gagging just walking down the hall toward the classroom. What's a pregnant girl with an extremely sensitive gag reflex to do?
You know, when I agreed to teach high school, it was mostly on the assumption that high school students don't require the level of nurturing that younger students do. For example, they, in theory, go to the restroom on their own, blow their own noses, and at least make it to a trash can when they feel sick to their stomachs. I'm starting to wonder, though, if the only difference is that high schoolers have the capacity for making much larger messes. And let me say this. The day one of my kids pees or poops his own pants will be my last day teaching high school.
Either way, I have to be finished with this post or I'm going to be the one making a mess. And I still have one more class period to go. Wish me luck.
FYI
Just a thought first thing this morning...
Today was the first day that Nate literally had to give me a boost out of the car. I don't know if I was just plain exhausted or if I'm really getting that large, but the push on the booty definitely helped.
Is anyone else thinking it's way too early for all that, though?
Today was the first day that Nate literally had to give me a boost out of the car. I don't know if I was just plain exhausted or if I'm really getting that large, but the push on the booty definitely helped.
Is anyone else thinking it's way too early for all that, though?
Monday, October 18, 2010
A yay kind of day
Well, we made it! The housewarming party was a huge success on Saturday night, and I have to say, it's all because of Nate. He's a party-planning genius, so if you're in the market for an event planner, let me know and I'll put you in touch with him. He handles details and pressure like no one I've ever seen. It's a skill I am sadly lacking... but then again, I'm the girl who quit my interior design degree when I realized that I abhor details of any kind. It's what makes Nate and I work so well together, though. I'm a big-picture kind of girl.
So we celebrated the success on Sunday with free tickets to the Texans vs. Chiefs game, and it was awesome! Don't think I'm a nerd when I say this, but the highlight of the game for me was that President Bush, Sr. was the honorary referee and called the coin toss. I was completely amazed, and probably because now I can say I've seen him twice in person - once when I interned at the 2004 Republican National Convention, and just yesterday. On top of all that, we sat in the crazy fan section of the game, where everyone dresses in crazy attire and screams choice words at the refs, and it was a back-and-forth game that the Texans ended up winning in the last minute. By the end, I could literally feel the concrete under me shaking and my eardrums vibrating. Milo slept through the entire thing. Either that, or he was just completely still because he was waiting for the final score with baited breath...
I went to the doctor this morning and only gained a pound in the last two weeks. Thank you, Jesus. I'm as healthy as a horse, and Milo is perfectly positioned head-down. And now that the housewarming party is over, I can completely focus on the fact that our baby shower is coming up November 6, and I absolutely can't wait! Could things get any better? I mean, really?
Happy Monday, everyone!!!
So we celebrated the success on Sunday with free tickets to the Texans vs. Chiefs game, and it was awesome! Don't think I'm a nerd when I say this, but the highlight of the game for me was that President Bush, Sr. was the honorary referee and called the coin toss. I was completely amazed, and probably because now I can say I've seen him twice in person - once when I interned at the 2004 Republican National Convention, and just yesterday. On top of all that, we sat in the crazy fan section of the game, where everyone dresses in crazy attire and screams choice words at the refs, and it was a back-and-forth game that the Texans ended up winning in the last minute. By the end, I could literally feel the concrete under me shaking and my eardrums vibrating. Milo slept through the entire thing. Either that, or he was just completely still because he was waiting for the final score with baited breath...
I went to the doctor this morning and only gained a pound in the last two weeks. Thank you, Jesus. I'm as healthy as a horse, and Milo is perfectly positioned head-down. And now that the housewarming party is over, I can completely focus on the fact that our baby shower is coming up November 6, and I absolutely can't wait! Could things get any better? I mean, really?
Happy Monday, everyone!!!
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