Monday, August 30, 2010

A lovely weekend

I went to Dallas this weekend for a fabulous visit with my Mom (-in-law) and Nannie, and spent a sweltering Sunday at the Rangers game.  No, they didn't bother to even field the ball and sucked it up bigtime.  There's never an excuse for an 8-2 loss to the Athletics.  Perhaps their problem was that it was at least 100 degrees at the 2:05 game?  I'm not sure that I would have run or dived for anything either...  But we had great seats, and even though I thought my shorts were going to melt into my flesh based on the temperature of the seats, I survived unscathed.  All in all, it was a pretty good time.  And I shouldn't ever complain about 10th row seats, right?  Look how close we were!

I have discovered a fact that somewhat disturbs me, though.  I think Milo is an extreme morning person...  Considering that I wake up (and never go back to sleep) at 4:00 a.m. every day like clockwork, I'm starting to be concerned for my sleep health and well-being after he comes.  How do I get this wiggly baby on a new schedule before he even comes?  Is this even possible?

Friday, August 27, 2010

One down, seventeen to go

Well, I'm not sure if I wanted to be upset about the first week of school or not coming in to it.  I was discouraged about my schedule, discouraged about being pregnant and still throwing up pretty often, discouraged about having to get my lazy butt out of bed before 10 every morning...  Basically, things weren't going my way and I was pretty determined to be upset about it.

And it has completely surprised me how glad I am to be here and how much I love all my students.  It's like all my classes were hand-picked to be absolutely delightful, with great mixes of kids and personalities, and plenty of good-natured students to make me laugh.  In fact, they make me laugh hysterically

I hear no end to the questions about the pregnancy, the baby, my Nate, and I don't mind a bit.  So far I've heard that I'm tiny to be this pregnant as well as that I really look pregnant.  I've also been offered food on a consistent basis, and every kid selling fundraiser candy seems to make it to my door (and yes, that means I've been eating an obscene amount of gummy bears because I'm not good at saying no).  Nate and I are apparently a beautiful couple who take pretty pictures and look startlingly young, although one of my classes thinks we look like brother and sister, and that we have the same nose.  Oh, and I had to flash a picture of Nate to prove that he was, indeed, white, because my 2nd period has apparently never met a white Jackson. 

Then there are the kids who want to know if my stomach hurts very often, and how my doctor's appointments have been going (?).  Some love the name Milo and others just look at me and say, "Like the movie Milo and Otis?"  And others want to know when I'll be bringing him up to see them and why I need to take time off after he comes. 

Here's my favorite, though.  One of my students asked me if I thought 29 was a little bit old to just be having kids because I'll be really old when they're teenagers.  Hah!  Apparently since he has a friend who was 16 when he became a dad, Nate and I are pushing it at 31 and 29 (respectively). 

Ahhh to be inside the teenage mind again, just for a day.  It would probably explain a lot of the looks and comments I notice throughout the year, that's for sure.  Truth be told, though, I LOVE it.  And I've had an awesome first week back.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

My campaign speech

Back on the school schedule.  Or at least, I'm trying, even though my body keeps waking me up at 4:00 a.m. and keeping me up until I drag my lazy bones out of bed at 6 or 6:30.  And then I rush around getting ready, getting dinner stuff ready, packing a lunch (because little peanut Milo demands to be fed all day), trying to find maternity clothes that don't fall off of me...  And when I finally make it to school I just... SIT.  Because I have first period conference.  And believe me, I don't often have much to say on my blog during first period other than, "Pass the pop-tart."  I'm finding myself sadly lacking in interesting material.

Seriously, though, why do we make kids try to learn at 8:10 a.m. anyway?  I honestly think they would benefit more from a shorter school day, with shorter class periods.  10 a.m. to 3:30 p.m., 5 one-hour classes with a half-hour in there for lunch.  Don't you agree?  And even hour-long classes seem long to me, considering I had 45 minute periods in high school (now, granted, there were 8 of them, but it seemed so manageable...).

Anyway, in my zeal for a differently scheduled school day, I'm slinging around grape jelly and english muffin.  So, for the sake of my work outfit, I'll have to cut this short.  Vote for me for President.

Monday, August 23, 2010

The First Day

I did it, I did it, I did it!!!
I survived the first day back to school, and actually, I think it's going to be a quite lovely semester.  I have lively kids and full classes, but I'm going to make it (and believe me, I was worried).  And on top of that, I loved seeing my school friends and old students again, so everything is good to go.

Okay, let me get to the nitty-gritty, hard-earned pregnant advice.  I know you want it, and I learned three very important lessons today:

Eat your whole lunch, no matter what.  Even if you get to your regular lunch room and a runaway special ed student has taken over one of the computers, just eat.  Even if that student then mimics everything that anyone tries to tell him in a high-pitched voice, ignore him, don't fear for your safety, and continue chowing down.  Even if the counselor comes to get the student, takes him to his appropriate room, and he still breaks free and comes back ten minutes later, don't even look up.  Don't try to help.  Don't do anything but shove your mouth full of food, because otherwise, you're going to regret your empty tummy when you get to the middle of 4th period and feel slightly dizzy.  (this may or may not be based on exactly what happened to me today...)

A word about heels.  Don't be 23 weeks pregnant and think that you can still cruise through a day in heels, or even tasteful wedges.  Just give in, get yourself some orthopedic flats and try to hide them under long pants.

Don't be offended if students come to your room and say, "Hey, I made a bet with so-and-so that you'd still be small when you came back, so if you see her, SUCK IT IN." But don't be offended if they don't notice that you're carrying a small basketball, either.

And that's that.  Happy Monday, and thank you Lord for getting me through it!

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Those sandals

Today is a great day, and I've been working it, working it, working it, no time to stop all week long.  I'm exhausted!  Having the summer off, paired with pregnancy, is making it difficult to get through just one week of work.  Imagine thinking of an entire semester right now (I refuse to do it).

My classroom is more organized than it will ever be again today.  It's clean (and yes, I did move a bookcase and find that someone either puked or spit tobacco down the wall before I acquired the room) and tidy, and my first three weeks are planned and ready.  And just to celebrate, Milo has decided to start poking my tummy out more than ever, so I look really and truly pregnant this week. 

And by the way, as I got out of the car this morning wearing a less-than-cute pair of maternity shorts, I felt like I had to explain to Nate why I would wear them to work.  "Baby, I'm only wearing these hideous things today so I can wear my nice denim shorts to the assembly tomorrow."  He looked at me completely confused, so I added, "These horrible shorts!"

Without missing a beat he responded, "Oh.  I thought you were talking about those sandals." (insert one raised brow) 

Now I knew that he didn't love these sandals, but I had no idea he thought they were hideous.  And by the way, I think they're adorable - little black gladiator sandals with different kinds of bronzey bling.  But no, come to find out, Nate is practically positive that Russell Crow was wearing these exact sandals in Gladiator when he killed Joaquin Phoenix.

So here's a picture of my cute little foot in my cute little sandals.  What do you think?

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

The pregnant girl's guide to throwing up

Well, I've learned a thing or two on my puke day on, puke day off schedule.  Let me share, and you can take or leave this brilliant advice.  

1.  Just let it out.  The more you try to hold it in, the more it will try to get out.  And believe me, it will get out, whether it's through your mouth or your nose.  And I'm sure you'd rather go with the former...

2.  Just go ahead and cry when you're finished.  It will make you feel better, and it will make your body feel like it's really accomplished something.

3.  Just chew your food better.  After extensive puking, I've realized that I need to spend a little less time shoving the food into my mouth and a little more time preparing it for my tummy.

4.  Just be calm.  Every time I get worked up, I spend a little more time hugging the toilet.

5.  Just go ahead and eat something, whether you feel sick or not.  Because like it or not, puking up something is better than puking up nothing.  Just the idea of the taste of bile in the morning is enough to make me shudder.    

So there you go.  Happy puking to  you!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

It was Ann...

Oh.  My.  Word.  (or as Chloe would say, OMW)
The first day back was even worse than I possibly thought it could be.
My schedule has changed, so it's a mess that involves me teaching 4 periods a day without a break.
I'm getting dropped from helping teach a class that I was really looking forward to.
And somehow or another, it feels like I'm being punished for being pregnant.
I'm supposed to be thinking happy and positive thoughts for the coming semester, right?  Let me know if you have any you'd like to share...

And while you're thinking, I'll just tell you this:  It was ANN who called the cops, not I.

But it was Nate who pointed out how extremely loud the neighbors' party had been since noon, and it was also he who mentioned that it was 1:45 a.m. at that point.  I believe something was also said about the fact that we would have a newborn soon who would need to sleep through the night...

And it was I who woke up from a nap in the recliner annoyed as all get-out because I could hear the loudest woman God created cackling every three seconds...

And it was all three of us who decided to spy on the cops when they did come, and noticed the homeowner smoking a cigarette with one of the officers who showed up (classy).

But if anyone asks, it was Ann who was so annoyed that she pulled out the phonebook and called the cops on the spot.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Today's the day

Well, Britt will be here any moment to pick me up.
It's officially official at this point.  I'm headed back to school.  Should be an interesting morning, considering I've spent most of it hugging the toilet (with and without my medicine).  Nate says it's because I'm so worked up about not wanting to go back, but I say a prescription is a prescription, whether I'm all agitated and upset or happy as a cloud.
So here I sit, choking down some grits, trying to wish my way into a pleased about school state of mind.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

The BIG Reveal

I can't remember telling you for sure, but we decided on the peanut's name.

His name shall be called...


Milo just for fun (and for the fact that it means "merciful" and "soldier" depending on the translation).
And Jay for my dad (Nate's idea).

It feels nice having a name to officially call my sweet little wiggly warrior!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Making my way downhill

I know I've mentioned before how adorable Nate thinks I am pregnant.  I had another revelation of this last night while we were walking.  As we marched the dogs down a decently large hill in Crown Colony, Nate looked over at me and literally started to laugh.

"WHAT?" I asked.
"You just look so pregnant right now.  It's so cute!" he responded.

So immediately after returning from the walk, I made him snap a few pictures so I could share.  Yes, I'm wearing a running shirt that used to be baggy on me, and yes, it's paired with Ann's boyfriend's giant army shorts.  Yes, I'm also red-faced and sweaty.  Try to ignore all of that and get to the funny part - I really look pregnant.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

T minus 3 days

Every day that I wake up, I realize I'm one day closer to D-Day.  And by that I mean, Death to my Summer-Day.  Friday is it.  And I'm just saying - who makes people go back to work on a Friday?  Does that seem a little rude to anyone else?  I mean, let me just enjoy that one last full week of laziness, for goodness sake!

I wish I were one of those teachers who work on lesson plans and classrooms during the summer, eagerly anticipating the time I can get away from my babies and have grown-up conversation with my co-workers. But at this point, I've had plenty of time during each day to harass and hang out with Ann and Nate (whom I consider practically grown-ups), and the only things I want to escape from are my huffy little dogs, who have decided that sniffling and snorting are the ways to get my attention non-stop every day.  Will Lil' Peanut make me want to go back to work next year?  I don't think so,  but I can't say for certain.  Pregnancy has made me a bit of a homebody...

Anyway, just thought I'd share with you that while I've been home, I've been in a summer school of my own, and I've learned some very important lessons!

1.  How to hold in puke while in the car, on the couch, in my bed, etc. etc. etc. instead of puking down the wall, in the shower, or onto the toilet seat cover (woops - learned each part of that lesson the hard way!!!).  This closely corresponds with my second lesson...

2.  How to clean up puke without puking.  Should be useful in the future, although I hope I don't have to use this skill very often.

3.  How to kill and clean up an assortment of bugs all by myself.  That's right, people.  I am armed and dangerous with a flip-flop and a roll of tissue.  

4.  How to knock out an entire month of laundry in a 24-hour period.  It's not pretty, but I've done it.

5.  How to use simple accessories to dress up even the most horrid of maternity shirts.  Now if I could just learn to keep "the panel" concealed at all times...

I'm sure I've learned a host of other lessons this summer, but there you have the really good stuff.  I'll be teaching a seminar during the fall on each, so feel free to register and support my nursery fund.

Now stop distracting me.  I have to learn how to iron because I've got a mountain to tackle.

Monday, August 9, 2010


I don't know if this ever happens to you, but for some reason, I get trapped on the internet from time to time...  And when I say that, I mean that I get so sucked into websites that I will literally sit and soak them in for hours.  It just happened to me again.

Ever seen  People selling their homemade crafts - jewelry, hats, weird things that look like they're made of bones (not sure how to explain that), etc. etc. etc.  And it's amazing!  All of a sudden I want to make scarves, or sew clothing, or make adorable tiny headbands.  All the things that I wish I did more of anyway, but somehow lack the time for these days.  Hooray for etsy!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to drag myself away from the computer and make Nathan start an exercise plan with me.  Supposedly, lots of exercise makes for an easier delivery when the peanut is ready.  And the way this pregnancy has been going, I need all the help I can get.  So I may run a bit (but not too much).  I'm going to walk A LOT.  And dang it, my man is coming with me.

Happy Monday!

Friday, August 6, 2010

The bitter end

My last Friday of freedom until Thanksgiving, and it began with a nightmare and half of a strawberry cake donut.  One was terrifying, the other indigestion-inducing (I'll let you decide which was which).

Oh summer, where did you go?  I lost you in a haze of heat, vomit, and summer school.
Now I have to remember how to wash my hair every day, and wear "real clothes" even though it irritates me to have to get dressed these days.  Baggy tee-shirts and Nate's old boxers, kiss your fashionable days good-bye.  I'll only see you on the weekends, and even that's no guarantee.

No more lunches with Nate, or long-afternoon phone calls for no reason at all, or naps on the couch on accident.  Which means no more trips out in public with intense couch-print on my face and disheveled hair, the panel on my maternity shorts peeking out under my shirt.

And I'll miss the Wednesday "Family Day" trips to Tonkawa, swinging off rope swings into the icy-cold water in the middle of a 100-degree day and rescuing the boys from the newest bully on the bridge.

6:00 a.m., you will come way too early every day, and I won't even have a run to make you more pleasant.  And 4:00 p.m., you will always seem too far away to make me less exhausted, especially with dinner to be made and fun to be had.

Sigh.  Summer, oh summer, I miss you already.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

At last...

... it happened!
Miracle of miracles, I felt my little peanut move last night for the very first time.  It hasn't made sense to me for a while that if he's so extremely active, I can't feel him.  But it's like I suddenly became very aware of him tumbling and rolling around, and I actually tell he was in there.  And then I felt him again this morning.  It's like a miracle, and poor Nate just can't be in on it quite yet (although I was positive he'd be able to feel him last night).

And the funniest thing is that when he moved, I yelled to Nate, "Hey, (insert adorable boy name) just moved!"  We've been going round and round between two names - Maximillian (Max) or Milo, and I honestly haven't for a second been able to choose a favorite.  But as soon as he moved, I said one of them, and it surprised us both!  It definitely doesn't mean we've chosen for sure, but we may be on the right track.  Is it just me, or does one have an incredible amount of pressure when choosing a name for a child that he'll carry around with him for the rest of his life?  How do you pick for sure?

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Upcoming Peanut Festival

So Nate and I were thinking last night about what a celebration we'll have when the peanut is born, and let me tell you, everyone is invited!  And then, of course, knowing that Nate grew up in Grapeland, it made us think of just one thing.  The Peanut Festival.

That's right - we'll be having our very own Peanut Festival every year at his birthday, and there's so much that will have to be included!  For example, the Peanut Festival needs a queen.  And since I'll be the only girl in the family, I'll have to be the queen every year until we have a girl (that is, if we ever have another child after this sick sick pregnancy).  I'm already shaking out some of my old Homecoming and Prom dresses so I'll have an evening gown to wear (it's only appropriate), and Nathan is already learning Songbird by Kenny G on the saxophone (or not)...  I'm going to need a sponsor for this first year, so just let me know if you want to back a sure-fire winner!

On top of that, we're going to need carnival games, face-painting, and some sort of food-eating contest.  I'm taking applications for floats for the parade.  And Nate has informed me that we absolutely have to include the Friday night dance, where we'll shut down all of our main street and have a band on the back of a flat-bed trailer.  Man oh man, this is going to be a classy event.  After all, this is small-town Texas.

Oh! And we'll need peanuts.  Lots and lots of peanuts.

Or just one.  

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Well, I've been putting it off forever, because it's been just too overwhelming to think about.  But today I finished consolidating my student loans.    What a headache!  And how discouraging to look at the amount of money I'll be paying for the next twenty years in comparison to the amount of money I actually make at my public school teaching job.  Why don't they pay teachers more like celebrities?  I think we deserve the money way more than any athlete or movie star...

And one more thought.  Here I am, nineteen weeks pregnant.  Why am I still throwing up?