judiism

thirtysomething. married. constant laugher. dog person. proud mama. corporate slave. tv junkie. guacamole enthusiast. former (and still occasionally) crunchy hippie.

almost there stories

so i mentioned last week sometime that my boss told me i could stop commuting into the city for the remainder of my pre-baby working days. i’m pretty sure she meant for me to be working in the NJ office, but since she’s on vacation (only until tomorrow), i’m taking the opportunity to work from home. it’s been GLORIOUS.

i don’t know what this means, but my legs suddenly ache (since last night-ish?) like i just ran a long distance. i’m only ‘worried’ about that since i feel like if my body’s already feeling tired out now, just imagine how rough labor is going to be. ouch.

we go to the dr tonight. the pendulum tends to swing on this very frequently with me, but right now i’m actually feeling not so anxious about what may or may not be happening. just kind of, eh, when he’s ready, he’s ready. i still have work to do and now that i’m working from home i don’t think i really care if i go late anymore. (watch i’ll get admitted tonight or something. ha.)

we got the baby’s room painted and i LOOOOOVE it. we did go w/ a pretty dark, intense color (behr - starless night) but the room gets a lot of light during the day so it looks great. we need a new light fixture and some other decorative stuff (uhh, crib sheets anyone), but we’re getting closer!

i’m already virtually filling carts and baskets with fall NON-MATERNITY clothes. i cannot wait to get dressed in normal clothes again. and i guess b/c maternity clothes tend to be of the, uh, comfy variety, my imagined post-baby style is veering towards more dressed up and polished. which should be useful for the fabulous new job i fully intend to land after i get back to work. (that’s some wishful thinking / ‘the secret’ stuff going on there, just fyi).

since it’s summer and the dvr is awfully light, we’ve been watching more movies lately. not very typical of us, but i’m enjoying this new routine. last night, in the mood for something fun and hopefully silly, we watched ‘parental guidance.’ it wasn’t a GREAT movie by any stretch but all i was hoping for was some laughs and instead i got walloped with tears for the last 15 minutes. thanks a lot, pregnancy hormones. (‘good’ movie or not, bette midler - and billy crystal, too, for that matter - is a delight.)

monkeychow:

Currently reading. 
Which reminds me: If you haven’t read The Things They Carried then please drop everything and do so immediately. It’s one of my most favorite books of all times. It’s about war, friendship, memories, the process of writing and sharing stories.

the things they carried will always hold a special place in my heart. in high school we wrote a script based on the stories in the book and performed it as the fall drama. it was heavy and intense and inspiring. awesome memory, amazing book.

monkeychow:

Currently reading

Which reminds me: If you haven’t read The Things They Carried then please drop everything and do so immediately. It’s one of my most favorite books of all times. It’s about war, friendship, memories, the process of writing and sharing stories.

the things they carried will always hold a special place in my heart. in high school we wrote a script based on the stories in the book and performed it as the fall drama. it was heavy and intense and inspiring. awesome memory, amazing book.

psst… hi

no baby yet (duh). but i can’t think of anything that isn’t/doesn’t sound really whiny and complain-y so i’ll just keep my mouth shut.

i will say this… i’m scared about what’s coming. doesn’t matter that i’ve been through this before. the unknowns of actual child birth are fucking terrifying, and i usually just deal with that by not acknowledging them (healthy). but as it gets closer, it gets harder to avoid.

it’s not the newborn part - for once i’m not feeling rattled by that - third time’s the charm, i guess? (of course i’m living in a delusional world where i remember nothing of newborn sleep deprived hell and you can feel free to remind me of this later.)

it’s not knowing when exactly my labor will even start and therefore not really being able to prepare with any amount of detail/accuracy who our kids will be with and where they’ll be. it’s not knowing how long i’ll be in pain and how much pain. it’s the dread about something a nurse said to me in the recovery room as i writhed while nursing delilah - “oh those afterbirth pains? they get worse with each kid. sorry.”

so i’m trying to keep myself focused on everything else… like wrapping up mundane details at work. scheduling fun stuff for the weekend ahead. daydreaming about a full night’s sleep…

i win

i’ve been dealing with some really weird and annoying work drama with, of all people, my former boss, who i no longer work for, who no longer even works in the same department, and who really needs to get over whatever the hell it is about me that irks her because she’s begun to look ridiculous to everyone else around her.

but even though i - and other people - know she’s a little bit out of line, it’s still been bringing me down.

so it’s an especially nice feeling that today, out of the blue, my one-on-one check-in with my current boss included the following 2 agenda items:

  • reschedule NYC office hours next week
  • upcoming work location schedule

regarding the first bullet point - she wanted to know if i could switch my city day on monday for wednesday next week so that the team could take me out for a goodbye/celebratory lunch. aw.

and the second bullet point - she wanted to let me know that after next wednesday i should feel free to stop commuting into the city at all.

leadership changes at work can be a tricky thing, but i certainly got the good end of this deal.

i am / have been slightly obsessed with this fruit basket/stand. maybe you (also) recognize it from the corner of giada’s ‘giada at home’ kitchen.
so today i finally decided to google stalk it and see who makes it and where i could get it. the first part of that was laughably easy, but the second part, not so much. the designer, chilewich, no longer makes it and it appears to be sold out anywhere that ever sold it. i mean, i guess that’s what happens when your very cool looking product gets featured on a pretty major tv show but GAH. i’m so disappointed.
this has been a riveting story about a fruit basket. sorry.

i am / have been slightly obsessed with this fruit basket/stand. maybe you (also) recognize it from the corner of giada’s ‘giada at home’ kitchen.

so today i finally decided to google stalk it and see who makes it and where i could get it. the first part of that was laughably easy, but the second part, not so much. the designer, chilewich, no longer makes it and it appears to be sold out anywhere that ever sold it. i mean, i guess that’s what happens when your very cool looking product gets featured on a pretty major tv show but GAH. i’m so disappointed.

this has been a riveting story about a fruit basket. sorry.

36w4d

"nothing is happening."

"his head’s way up high."

"you’re definitely not going early."

and so we wait…

life update: shit’s just falling apart

  • tore a contact last night, didn’t have a spare set
  • lost a screw in one of the arms of my glasses today, so i’m walking around with taped glasses now like a total winner
  • my car registration is expired, i’m past the due date for my inspection, my front window has a big crack (it’s not in my way, it’s towards the very top, (way) above my direct line of sight), the check engine light is on, and my lights are out (i have to drive with the brights on at night - sorry everyone else on the road). i’m basically driving a complete hoopty right now. i’ve just been keeping all extremities crossed that i avoid getting pulled over in the next 3 weeks, because i seriously cannot imagine when i’m going to have time to take care of any of that while i’m working.
  • i freakin love summer just like everyone else but trying to cram in so much good stuff on the weekends obviously means certain things don’t get done… in this weekend’s case, bathing. my children got some face painting at a birthday party on saturday afternoon that i ultimately cleaned off with a wipe before bed last night. uh, sorry everyone at day care today. (i promise i’ll bathe them tonight.)
  • we had a leak in the window in what will be the baby’s room, and we’ve been waiting for the contractor who installed the window to come fix it for like … 2 months now? we’re waiting to paint the room until this gets fixed, because part of the wall around the window was damaged so it needs to be sanded and spackled before it can be painted. but it’s kind of killing me that the baby’s room is still so unfinished. bright idea i just had? paint the other walls for now, and at least the room won’t feel so un-done.
  • and then there’s me… i’m not exactly falling apart, but i am so uncomfortable and unwieldy and OMGTIRED. i had this sort of hilarious but probably true realization that i think i’ll actually get *more* sleep when the baby comes - omg sleeping on my stomach cannot come soon enough. i can’t wait to see the dr tomorrow, because i think maybe i’m far enough along to actually find out if anything is happening. fingers crossed about that, too.

annoying mom question

what food storage containers are you using for day care? i think ours are getting grody and it’s time for some new ones. i’m overwhelmed. help?

had the most twisted (and frighteningly vivid) dream last night that i found out greg was basically leading a double life and had, not only another wife and child, but also a girlfriend on the side.

i was obviously mad at him this morning because pregnant women are the most rational creatures on the planet.