whittycism

Stuff that happened...

Whoops, I meant to post on Monday.

We went to St. Louis this weekend for another wedding of one of Timmy's childhood friends.  We had a really good time. The wedding was at Timmy's old elementary school and it was very Catholic. 

I love going to Catholic weddings, it is all so mysterious and strange to me.  You stand up and sit down.  You shake hands with your neighbors.  Don't get me wrong, I am not converting anytime soon, but it like taking a short trip to a foreign country, totally unfamiliar and really interesting.  And I like looking at all the statues.

The reception was super snazzy and alot of fun.  Catholics know how to party.

We hung out with Timmy's family, who are unnaturally nice and at way too much food.  It was pretty much a great weekend.

This coming weekend we are setting up our garden and taking a trip to Baker Creek to get some seeds and hopefully some seedlings.  Which means I need to figure out what I want to plant before Sunday.

Oh, and I got to hear the baby's heartbeat today.  It was pretty exciting.  It sounded just like a far away train to me.  Minus the whistle. I also outed myself at work. And I survived and everyone was very nice and excited.  Phew, glad that part is over.

And that is stuff.

dreams

This may not be exciting to anyone but me, but I had my first baby dream last night.

I was holding a wee little shrimped up baby in a diaper on my chest and I felt it poop. Suddenly the diaper was off and I was putting it on the bed. I got poop on Timmy's pillow.  I found a towel and put it under the baby and started cleaning it up. And the baby burped up what looked like orange juice and I cleaned that up.  At this point, I realized the baby was a boy and was afraid he was about to pee on me so I covered his bits with the corner of the towel.

I was struck by a few things in my dream.  It was a fair headed baby and very pale and it was a boy!  I think this probably not prophetic necessarily, but more likely that I have mostly changed diapers for fair headed, pale, little boys (my brother Mark and my nephew Jake). 

I was also struck by how calm I remained during the whole dream.  I am pretty afraid I am going to be a freaked-out failure of a mother and this dream was nice and mellow and natural.  It was very nice.

I woke up Timmy to tell him about the dream and tell him we need to buy baby sunblock.  Because obviously any baby I have will be neon pale.

Also, we are going to our first mega consignment sale this week at the fair grounds.  I am going to try my damnedest not to buy baby clothes.  We are just looking.

Haha.

Parades for all

We paraded!

I am still exhausted. 

Our group was dressed as Leprechauns riding unicorns chasing after a pot of gold which we had attached to my mother's Smart car.  We had good weather and the crowds were HUGE.  It was completely packed from beginning to end. 

It is weird being in a parade and people getting all excited to see you.  I mean, I was in parades in high school in the marching band, but it isn't the same.  In marching band you are concentrating on keeping in line, being on the right foot and of course, playing an instrument.  But when you are walking down the street surrounded by hundreds of people cheering and waving and all you have to think about is not falling over and throwing candy, it is really hard not have a big goofy grin on your face.

I  had to stop walking about half way through partly because I am a totally unfit wuss and partly because my stomach began to hurt and it was scary.  So I switched placed with my dad who was driving the car and I was fine after that. 

And I was a much more aggressive driver than my dad who was all concerned with running people over.  Not me.  I just honked and zoomed on ahead.  I also tried to pull some fancy swerve-y moves with out toppling the car over.

We didn't win anything thing for our unicorns or pot of gold, but the pugs won for 3rd for Best Irish Pet.  I am happy to win anything - especially because the trophies are so cool - but I find it pretty hilarious that we didn't get anything for the unicorns, which were over a year in planning (only about week or two in making) and the pug costumes won, when I had made them that morning!  

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

I know, this is way past wenesday, but give me a break, we have been busy getting ready for the St. Pat's parade and falling asleep by 8:30.  Well, that last one is just me.

In order to make up for it, I will do an extra big post on MONDAY for you all filled with parade pictures!  So keep your pants on!

KA-POW!

I was going to be all coy, but fuckit...

I am knocked up again!  But this time it is in the right place.  And it seems to be doing well.

I have said in the past that I am against these broad, early announcements.  But then again, fuckit.  I have already shared the worst here, it doesn't make sense to keep back the the good.

I am 10 weeks and 5 days (the ultrasound was yesterday) and feeling good.  We saw the heartbeat.  We cried.  We laughed at our selves for crying.  I made my cervix jump around by laughing.

For those of you not familiar with the nuances the ultrasound or just see a blob, the head is down towards the bottom.  If you squint, you can pretend you can see a little face.  And there are some wee fingers there too.  All the other bits are there, but they are more vague -just take my word for it.

Timmy is over the moon and has told everyone.  They even had a banner for him when he got back to work after the appointment yesterday.  (A big eye-roll directed at elementary school teachers.  Even if it is pretty sweet)  And of course, 45+ Italians in St. Louis have been informed.

I however have not told work, so keep it quiet.  Not that I have any reason not to tell, I am just kinda private at work.  I will probably tell my boss at the end of the month and then I will have to figure out a way to tell the rest of the staff.  There probably will be no banners involved.

Oh, I am due in late September.

So that is it.  Keep you fingers crossed for the most uneventful, boring pregnancy ever.  That results in a healthy, super-awesome baby, of course.  (Timmy is hoping for laser eyes!)