ok, i know the month isn’t all the way over yet, but it’s close enough and i have a busy day tomorrow so i will get this out now.
i would like to formally and officially thank october for being awesome, bringing wonderful news, and just overall rocking my world.
to recap, this amazing month included:
passing my glucose tolerance test (finding out i do NOT have gestational diabetes)
celebrating the birthday of my BFF
trying out a book club and meeting some very nice women in my area
celebrating my OWN birthday
celebrating my mom’s birthday
MY SURPRISE BRIDAL SHOWER
celebrating our 3rd wedding anniversary
winning $ at the racetrack!!
taking a babymoon and enjoying the amazing foliage of a new england autumn
greg getting a raise!
trying out TWELVE (12!!) new restaurants (holy crap we ate out a LOT this month)
i mean seriously, that is amazing. i am one very, very lucky girl. november may not stand a chance at topping this, but december should do a pretty good job! and remembering the awesomeness that was october 2009 should last me a while.
THANK YOU OCTOBER! thank you friends and family for your love and generosity, and for being all-around terrific. i’m not usually this sappy and over-the-top gleeful, but you can probably see, i have a lot to be grateful for. thanks world.
yesterday he gets a raise, and then last night he gets a call from his boss that he should bring his golf clubs to work today, so he can go play with the owner of the company, the president, and another executive.
i feel like shouting from rooftops… even though that’s not exactly appropriate.
but it must be acknowledged in some way - i am so so excited for greg b/c he got an extremely well-deserved and long-awaited raise today. i am SO proud of him.
and, it must be said, i am also quite relieved for the status of our personal finances. this gives us some breathing room and maybe even an opportunity (in a few months, when we’ve saved up this something-extra) to start our next round of home improvements.
but mostly i’m just really happy for my very, very hard working husband. way to go greg!!
“How about hollandaise sauce? Not for me. Bacteria love hollandaise. And hollandaise, that delicate emulsion of egg yolks and clarified butter, must be held at room temperature not too hot nor too cold, lest it break when spooned over your poached eggs. Unfortunately, this lukewarm holding temperature is also the favorite environment for bacteria to copulate and reproduce in. Nobody I know has ever made hollandaise to order. Most likely, the stuff on your eggs was made hours ago and held on station. Equally disturbing is the likelihood that the butter used in the hollandaise is melted table butter, heated, clarified and strained to get out all the bread crumbs and cigarette butts. Butter is expensive, you know. Hollandaise is a veritable petri dish of biohazards.”
omg that’s so effing disgusting. really, i very seriously wish i could un-know that.
i love, cherish, treasure feeling my child move around inside me.
it is simultaneously a wild, exciting, strange and yet comforting and instinctively natural sensation.
except for when it just …HURTS. like today. (a lot.)
i’ve been thinking a lot about how much longer i’ll work… and from the beginning i’d had it in my head that i was tough enough to work basically right up until my epidural.
today has me seriously thinking otherwise.
except that any single day i take before the baby comes is one less day i get to spend with her. and there are only 12 weeks and not a day more, and not spending that time with my newborn child is kind of an upsetting thought.
i wasn’t too familiar w/ the rules but here’s a rundown if you’re curious. federal regulation (the family medical leave act) states that most companies (50 employees or greater, or somesuch thing) have to permit you to take up to 12 weeks of leave, but whether or not that’s paid (and how much is/isn’t) is up to the company’s discretion. at my company, our parental leave benefit is THREE weeks. so effing generous. state short-term disability will cover me at full pay for 6 weeks. if i choose to take the remaining 3 weeks to which i’m entitled, i have to use my own vacation/personal/sick time and if that’s not enough, take any remaining days at 0 pay.
(oh, you also can’t/don’t accrue vacation benefits while you’re on leave, which means 25% fewer vacation days for me in the following year. yay!)
so you can probably imagine that this situation makes me slightly angry, but i know there’s nothing i can do about it. i guess i should (still) be lucky to have a job, so maybe i should just shut up.
but what i wouldn’t give to just be able to relax, not commute, and sleep the days away on my couch for the next few weeks…
well i lied. i didn’t write any thank you notes at all yet.
but i didn’t lie about the DVR *and* i did a decent amount of laundry. then i fell FAST asleep on the couch while greg worked* and then folded the last load. not very nice of me, since the unwritten rule in our house is that laundry is definitely my chore. woops. in my sleepy state when i said, “why am i sooo tired?,” greg answered, “i think it’s because you’re 8 months pregnant.” ah yes.
*poor guy brought work home w/ him on friday that he tried to do on sunday at 5pm when we got home from our weekend away… until he realized that he couldn’t work on the files on his laptop b/c he accidentally saved them as read-only. which meant he left our house to go into the city (after our 3hr drive home, mind) at 5:30 and didn’t come home until almost 10. poor guy, indeed.
In this short span of time, we’ve managed to finish a graduate degree, live at the (arguably) most beautiful beach on the East Coast, travel to France and Spain, move and start new jobs, and be thisclose to buying a house.
But, honestly, it’s not those things that matter. I didn’t just finish a graduate degree. You supported me as I tirelessly worked to improve my education.
We didn’t just live at the beach. We started our lives together in our little beach apartment. Though we were married in Raleigh, I became your wife and you my husband on the sands of the Atlantic.
And traveling to Europe wasn’t just a trip. It was seeing something new and for the first time together. It was the afternoons spent drinking wine on the streets of Paris and walking through the cobblestone streets in Barcelona with nothing to do but relish in each other.
I’m so happy to be able to say that you are truly both my lover and my best friend. And if three little years can pack so much happiness and love, I can’t wait to see what the rest of our lives hold.
I love you.
(you can seem some wedding photos I posted last year here, here and here)
well, obviously it’s totally personal preference but i actually found that towards the middle of pregnancy the low waistband started to be really uncomfortable. or the ones i had were just (too) tight, and they felt like they were pressing on a sensitive part of the belly. i think the full panel waistband doesn’t need to be quite as tight, b/c it stays up just fine from being all the way over the belly, so it’s a little more comfortable.
you should definitely try on both and see what you like, but keep in mind you might change your opinion as you get bigger.