I ate a piece of fish! My moms has been bugging me about eating fish because she keeps reading about how the fish oils are good for the baby's brain development.
Well, I ate a piece of grilled sea bass. When I got home from the resturaunt and glanced at my list of fish that pregnant women should eat and avoid, I saw sea bass on the avoid list due to mercury levels. Oh well I tried.
Anyway, didn't mean to let you down moms! I tried to eat fish and I failed. I figured that since sea bass is a light white fish, that does not taste or smell to fishy it could get it down. It tasted ok.
But the truth is that all these research studies about how people should be eating fish all the time or taking fish oils, really do not convince me. There are many cultures that have no access to fish and those people are just fine. So if I still need to avoid fish because the smell and taste make want to vomit then so be it.
Monday, December 17, 2007
My Uterus, His Dojo
My uterus is a dojo for my growing son. In my womb he practices all kinds of kicks, punches, jabs, even tumbling!
Well this little Karate Kid is getting so good, and so strong that even my husband can feel our baby training. Hooray! My hubby finally felt it!!
Well this little Karate Kid is getting so good, and so strong that even my husband can feel our baby training. Hooray! My hubby finally felt it!!
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
OH JOY WE'RE HAVING A BOY!!!!
Yes, Ladies and Gents the last ultrasound showed us that we are mos def having a boy!!!
So much for the needle & thread prediction...and the girls name I had picked out...LOL
We are so happy. Not just because we are having a boy, any gender would have made us happy, but because the 20 ultrasound was the most amazing event we have experienced yet. We got to view every bit of our babies one pound body. We saw his little toes and fingers, his lips, eyes and nose. His cranium and spine. Every chamber of his little beating heart. They even did a Doppler color view thingy that showed the blood flowing through the chamber of his tiny heart. Corey and I left the hospital walking on air. OUR BABY!! OUR SON!!
We are so excited to meet him. He is so active in my belly, but nobody else has felt him yet. He does kick hard enough to feel him from the outside now but when ever I call over Corey or my sister to feel it, he stops. What little stinker he is making people run over to my belly for just to act all low key when they arrive. LOL
So much for the needle & thread prediction...and the girls name I had picked out...LOL
We are so happy. Not just because we are having a boy, any gender would have made us happy, but because the 20 ultrasound was the most amazing event we have experienced yet. We got to view every bit of our babies one pound body. We saw his little toes and fingers, his lips, eyes and nose. His cranium and spine. Every chamber of his little beating heart. They even did a Doppler color view thingy that showed the blood flowing through the chamber of his tiny heart. Corey and I left the hospital walking on air. OUR BABY!! OUR SON!!
We are so excited to meet him. He is so active in my belly, but nobody else has felt him yet. He does kick hard enough to feel him from the outside now but when ever I call over Corey or my sister to feel it, he stops. What little stinker he is making people run over to my belly for just to act all low key when they arrive. LOL
Monday, November 12, 2007
Can I have a bite of your steak?
I have slowly but surely been able to eat meat again and am relieved that the meat aversion is abating because my baby needs the protein. For a long time my diet consisted of lots of beans, nuts, seeds and fresh tofu but probably not quiet enough for a growing baby. Now-a-days I can eat small amounts of meat, when I am in the right mood. So I eat some meat or poultry pretty much, everyday now. I feel much better physically!
Needle-n-Thread
One of my cousin's swears by the old wives tale that a needle and thread can predict the baby's sex. You hold the threaded needle of over the pregnant woman's belly. If the needle moves in a circle, it's a boy. If it moves back and forth, it's a girl.
We tried it and needle and thread predicted a girl. We will have the 20 week ultrasound a week after Thanksgiving which should reveal the truth! We are very excited to find out so that we can start planning how we will decorate the nursery and buy some little clothes.
CAST YOUR VOTE: Are we having a boy or girl??? Just make a comment to let us know what you think!
We tried it and needle and thread predicted a girl. We will have the 20 week ultrasound a week after Thanksgiving which should reveal the truth! We are very excited to find out so that we can start planning how we will decorate the nursery and buy some little clothes.
CAST YOUR VOTE: Are we having a boy or girl??? Just make a comment to let us know what you think!
I feel the baby kick!!!
Now this is the coolest thing in the world!!!! When my little 5 1/2 inch Baby moves his/her little hand, it feels like a flutter. When she/he kicks it feels like a poke. It is sooo funny. I will just be sitting watching TV or in yoga class and all of a sudden Baby is like "Hey Momma, what's Poppin'"? It makes me giggle. LOL. I love it.
So far, this is the best part of my pregnancy. Makes me think that I may be ready for more first trimester torture a couple of years after I give birth to this little cutie.
I can't wait for Corey to be able to feel it. He tries to feel it everyday.
So far, this is the best part of my pregnancy. Makes me think that I may be ready for more first trimester torture a couple of years after I give birth to this little cutie.
I can't wait for Corey to be able to feel it. He tries to feel it everyday.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Nice Subway Riders/ New Pants/ChildCare $$$$$
This week two women offered me their seats on the subway. So I guess that means that I have begun to show even more then I think I am showing! LOL. Each time I was getting off at the next stop so I didn't accept. Besides, lately my low back has not been hurting -knock on wood. I will save my, "Yes, thank you so much I'd love that seat" for the third trimester.
I also have to go back to Old Navy and get some maternity pants. I bought mostly shirts and 2 dresses last time cause I have been able to wear some of my old pants held together by rubber band to allow more room for my growing belly. But I can't cheat anymore, I must buy some maternity pants today. Besides I have a $10 coupon that expires on Wednesday. I have one pair of maternity jeans that I wear about 3 days a week. I also bought some maternity hosiery from Motherhood Maternity.com. The hose fit well, allow room my for my belly and they come up really high like 3-4 inches above my belly button. I also got some leggings in the same size as the hose but they cut into my sides and are very uncomfortable. It would cost me half of what I paid ($5 on sale) to return them so I just trashed 'em.
Ugh. I looked into child care costs in this area. HOLY CRAP is it expensive. Babysitters/nannies run about $15/ hour. Daycare is less dinero. But most won't accept and infant until they older. 6 months old (I only found one place so far) the rest won;t take them until they are 1-2 years old.
Once the baby arrives, I need to get back to work asap- 6-8 weeks then we will need care 3 days a week, and as the kid gets older even more days because I work the other two days doing paperwork. As the child gets older and does more then sleep most of the day he or she will need lots of stimulation and playtime. I can't push paper and play at the same time. Childcare is my greatest concern at this point.
I also have to go back to Old Navy and get some maternity pants. I bought mostly shirts and 2 dresses last time cause I have been able to wear some of my old pants held together by rubber band to allow more room for my growing belly. But I can't cheat anymore, I must buy some maternity pants today. Besides I have a $10 coupon that expires on Wednesday. I have one pair of maternity jeans that I wear about 3 days a week. I also bought some maternity hosiery from Motherhood Maternity.com. The hose fit well, allow room my for my belly and they come up really high like 3-4 inches above my belly button. I also got some leggings in the same size as the hose but they cut into my sides and are very uncomfortable. It would cost me half of what I paid ($5 on sale) to return them so I just trashed 'em.
Ugh. I looked into child care costs in this area. HOLY CRAP is it expensive. Babysitters/nannies run about $15/ hour. Daycare is less dinero. But most won't accept and infant until they older. 6 months old (I only found one place so far) the rest won;t take them until they are 1-2 years old.
Once the baby arrives, I need to get back to work asap- 6-8 weeks then we will need care 3 days a week, and as the kid gets older even more days because I work the other two days doing paperwork. As the child gets older and does more then sleep most of the day he or she will need lots of stimulation and playtime. I can't push paper and play at the same time. Childcare is my greatest concern at this point.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Get that fish out of my face
That fish stinks. Really bad. I don't care about the Omega oils. Fish stinks and makes me wanna yarf. My pregnant sense of smell will not allow me to eat fish. I take flax seed oil for the Omega's ok? I also don't care what the study in The Lancet says either. I DON"T CARE!!! DO YOU HEAR ME SCIENCE? I DON'T CARE!!! Instead I eat most of the other foods listed here.
And who are these pregnant women they studied that actually eat fish? How the hec do they get it down...and keep it down?? I am not referring to morning sickness here. I am well past that stage. I am just talkin bout a nasty smell that turns the stomach.
Okay, there is one deep sea exception to my turn off. Tempura shrimp. But I can't prepare it myself. Someone else will have to deal with that raw, nasty, fishy smell. By the time it arrives in all its fried tempura goodness, it is not so smelly. And it does not taste fishy either.
Last night Corey and I went out for dinner at Che Ozcar and I ordered the crimini mushroom risotto with quail. Since I never have eaten quail before I thought I'd give it a try even though I still really don't want to eat much meat. But quail is small. While we were eating our Ft. Green salads the women at the table to our left were served salmon. BLECH. The stench wafted its way over to me. I wanted to move to a stank free table, but a room scanned proved disappointing, there were no other tables available. Damn.
My seat was a bench seat and I discovered that if I sat aaaaall the way back I could avoid the offensive smell and was able to finish my salad. Then as our entrees arrived at the table, the table to my right were served salmon. AHHHHHHHHHH! I was surrounded!! What's a pregnant lady to do?? Was there no escape? No, there wasn't. I just had to lean back. Lean back. (Sorry, that was sooo 2005).
Anyway, so I get my plate with the quail, butterfly cut, lying on top of my risotto. The quail looked like a little cooked person with its head hands and feet lopped off and splayed over the risotto. But I tasted it anyway cause I never tasted it before. It was ok. And yes, it tasted like chicken. But, I could not eat any more of that poor little hen. I ate the risotto (it wasn't very good, not creamy and for a mushroom dish not very flavorful) and then covered the quail with my napkin so I didn't have to look at it's tiny headless body.
Then I had to pee. I wait for in front of the door marked Madame. And I wait and wait. I knock. I wait. I go into the door marked Monsieur. I am pregnant OK? I HAD TO PEE! When I exited the bathroom, a real monsieur was waiting outside. I looked at him and said, " Sorry but some Madame was taking too Damn long". He laughed.
I tested her door on the way back to my table. She was STILL in there. Maybe she ate the fish.
And who are these pregnant women they studied that actually eat fish? How the hec do they get it down...and keep it down?? I am not referring to morning sickness here. I am well past that stage. I am just talkin bout a nasty smell that turns the stomach.
Okay, there is one deep sea exception to my turn off. Tempura shrimp. But I can't prepare it myself. Someone else will have to deal with that raw, nasty, fishy smell. By the time it arrives in all its fried tempura goodness, it is not so smelly. And it does not taste fishy either.
Last night Corey and I went out for dinner at Che Ozcar and I ordered the crimini mushroom risotto with quail. Since I never have eaten quail before I thought I'd give it a try even though I still really don't want to eat much meat. But quail is small. While we were eating our Ft. Green salads the women at the table to our left were served salmon. BLECH. The stench wafted its way over to me. I wanted to move to a stank free table, but a room scanned proved disappointing, there were no other tables available. Damn.
My seat was a bench seat and I discovered that if I sat aaaaall the way back I could avoid the offensive smell and was able to finish my salad. Then as our entrees arrived at the table, the table to my right were served salmon. AHHHHHHHHHH! I was surrounded!! What's a pregnant lady to do?? Was there no escape? No, there wasn't. I just had to lean back. Lean back. (Sorry, that was sooo 2005).
Anyway, so I get my plate with the quail, butterfly cut, lying on top of my risotto. The quail looked like a little cooked person with its head hands and feet lopped off and splayed over the risotto. But I tasted it anyway cause I never tasted it before. It was ok. And yes, it tasted like chicken. But, I could not eat any more of that poor little hen. I ate the risotto (it wasn't very good, not creamy and for a mushroom dish not very flavorful) and then covered the quail with my napkin so I didn't have to look at it's tiny headless body.
Then I had to pee. I wait for in front of the door marked Madame. And I wait and wait. I knock. I wait. I go into the door marked Monsieur. I am pregnant OK? I HAD TO PEE! When I exited the bathroom, a real monsieur was waiting outside. I looked at him and said, " Sorry but some Madame was taking too Damn long". He laughed.
I tested her door on the way back to my table. She was STILL in there. Maybe she ate the fish.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
The Pregnant Lady/New Mom Club
I have gained membership into the Pregnant Lady Club and I didn't even apply. As a member of this club, you are also accepted as a future member of the New Mom Club. These new moms LOVE to voluntarily tell you how much they hate breast feeding, how much I WILL HATE IT TOO. They love to tell me how I will stop breast feeding in no time and stick the kid on some artificial freaking drink even though it is so expensive. They love to tell me all kinds of other things.
These are women who think I want to hear them whine, I have known for all of 2 minutes. Realtors. Realtors who open their own Pandora's box of motherly misery when Corey and I tell them we are looking for a 2 bedroom or bigger because we are expecting. We want to be nice because these ladies might eventually present our offer to an owner but inside I am screaming "SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE. You don't know me, and I don't know how I will be breast feeding or whatever else they want to complain about but for Christ-sake let me at least feel like I can try, like my mom did and MANY of my friends do or did. Just because you couldn't hack it don't put that energy on me"!!!
These are women who think I want to hear them whine, I have known for all of 2 minutes. Realtors. Realtors who open their own Pandora's box of motherly misery when Corey and I tell them we are looking for a 2 bedroom or bigger because we are expecting. We want to be nice because these ladies might eventually present our offer to an owner but inside I am screaming "SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE. You don't know me, and I don't know how I will be breast feeding or whatever else they want to complain about but for Christ-sake let me at least feel like I can try, like my mom did and MANY of my friends do or did. Just because you couldn't hack it don't put that energy on me"!!!
Our Frankenbaby
Corey and I went for the second ultrasound this week. We went for an "ultrascreen" measures the nucal fold in order to screen for the possibilty of Down's Syndrome. This screen is commonly given to "older" pregnant moms because the risk of genetic defects becomes significantly higher after the mom turns 34 or 35ish. Anyway, according to medical science I am old.
Our baby's screen didn't show any cause for concern but they took my blood to test a few other things as well. We are not worried about the result.
During the ultrasound we could see that our little baby had grown so big! We could see it's HUGE cranium, just like it's Daddy's big head. That is why we called it Frankenbaby. We could also see it's adorable little hands and arms, eyes, nose and spine. The ultrasound was done externally on my belly. As the technician pushed on my belly she could stimulate the babies movement and it would turn around and move. The Frankenbaby! IT'S ALIVE!!!
That baby was soo cute performing for us, waving at us and stuff. The tech said, "Wow your baby is so playful"!
Which reminds me at our wedding I was coxed by my cousin to dance on top of the DJ's amps so after the wedding Corey's family was talking about how our baby is going to have so much energy that they will be swinging from the chandeliers, but it will have to wait until it's momma comes down off of it first! LOL
Our baby's screen didn't show any cause for concern but they took my blood to test a few other things as well. We are not worried about the result.
During the ultrasound we could see that our little baby had grown so big! We could see it's HUGE cranium, just like it's Daddy's big head. That is why we called it Frankenbaby. We could also see it's adorable little hands and arms, eyes, nose and spine. The ultrasound was done externally on my belly. As the technician pushed on my belly she could stimulate the babies movement and it would turn around and move. The Frankenbaby! IT'S ALIVE!!!
That baby was soo cute performing for us, waving at us and stuff. The tech said, "Wow your baby is so playful"!
Which reminds me at our wedding I was coxed by my cousin to dance on top of the DJ's amps so after the wedding Corey's family was talking about how our baby is going to have so much energy that they will be swinging from the chandeliers, but it will have to wait until it's momma comes down off of it first! LOL
Get that meat out of my face.
I have heard that pregnant women get food aversions so when I started to become averse to fish, which I craved in the very beginning of the pregnancy, it made sense. I mean it really stinks. It smells completely gross to me.
But this week I seem to have become averse to *gasp* meat. Yes, I said it, meat. And poultry. And pork. I like the essence o' pork. Or the essence of any of the aforementioned offenders in say a soup, broth or the jous blessing some noodles or beans. But I find myself picking out or pushing aside the meats. This is particularly odd for me, cause anyone who knows me knows, I need to eat meats to feel balanced.
If I don't eat meat I get really cranky and get hungry again soon after I eat. I mean even just the week before I felt like I NEEDED a hamburger daily. I ate cheeseburgers twice that week from GoodBurger. But now I am also paranoid about eating ground beef because of the recent E. Coli scare (see my professional blog for details on the recall of beef www.amazinghealing.com/blog ).
I have been dealing with this OK, eating lots of beans and peanut butter. But I am really hungry and I need to eat lots of food.
Corey and I went grocery shopping today. I asked him to go to the meat section to get my dog some ground turkey because I could already smell the stench from about 5 aisles away. I bought fixins to prepare some homemade hummus, and make gandules (with essence of pork fat AKA bacon) to serve with rice. Oh and bought more nuts. I also bought some garlic and onion marinated tofu which I will put into an eggplant and tomato sauce pasta. And I made a delicious curry lentil soup last night (with essence of chicken AKA broth) which I served up with couscous. Yummy!
If you have any yummy veg recipes send them my way. I'll try them out until I become averse to whatever the ingredients are or I begin craving meat again. Which ever comes first.
But this week I seem to have become averse to *gasp* meat. Yes, I said it, meat. And poultry. And pork. I like the essence o' pork. Or the essence of any of the aforementioned offenders in say a soup, broth or the jous blessing some noodles or beans. But I find myself picking out or pushing aside the meats. This is particularly odd for me, cause anyone who knows me knows, I need to eat meats to feel balanced.
If I don't eat meat I get really cranky and get hungry again soon after I eat. I mean even just the week before I felt like I NEEDED a hamburger daily. I ate cheeseburgers twice that week from GoodBurger. But now I am also paranoid about eating ground beef because of the recent E. Coli scare (see my professional blog for details on the recall of beef www.amazinghealing.com/blog ).
I have been dealing with this OK, eating lots of beans and peanut butter. But I am really hungry and I need to eat lots of food.
Corey and I went grocery shopping today. I asked him to go to the meat section to get my dog some ground turkey because I could already smell the stench from about 5 aisles away. I bought fixins to prepare some homemade hummus, and make gandules (with essence of pork fat AKA bacon) to serve with rice. Oh and bought more nuts. I also bought some garlic and onion marinated tofu which I will put into an eggplant and tomato sauce pasta. And I made a delicious curry lentil soup last night (with essence of chicken AKA broth) which I served up with couscous. Yummy!
If you have any yummy veg recipes send them my way. I'll try them out until I become averse to whatever the ingredients are or I begin craving meat again. Which ever comes first.
Friday, September 28, 2007
If I don't eat a cheeseburger I am gonna cry.
No I am serious. Yesterday, I saw a picture of cheeseburger on a menu from Big Daddy's that was left at my office and my mouth and eyes watered. I get emotional over the weirdest things. If I didn't eat that burger I was gonna cry.
I wanted to order delivery that very moment even though I ate just an hour ago. Then I saw the list of milkshakes they make. Oh yeah, I NEEDED a cheeseburger, fries and a strawberry milkshake. Since I knew that it would take too long for the delivery to arrive before I had to see my next patient I decided to go to the restaurant right after work for dinner.
Corey called me an hour after my craving set in. He decided not to train that night at the martial arts studio so we could have some time together (awww!) and asked if I'd like to go get dinner after work.
"YES"! I replied.
"Do you have anything in mind?"
"YES! I need a cheeseburger. Let's go to Big Daddy's."
When we got to the restaurant I order my "Big Daddy Burger". It is a cheeseburger with jack cheese, thick cut bacon, fried onion, lettuce and tomato on a sesame see bun. I also ordered my strawberry milkshake. When the waitress left, Corey asked me if I had brought Lactaid (I am lactose intolerant) to accompany my milkshake.
"Nope."
"How are gonna digest it".
"I don't care. I NEED a strawberry shake."
"Oooh man", he laughs "I am not sleeping next to you tonight!"
The burger came with pickle. I ate the pickle. I loved the pickle. It seemed like it was the best pickle I had ever eaten in my life. I told my husband how much I loved the pickle. Corey bit into his, acknowledged its tastiness and, to his disadvantage, did not eat the whole thing fast enough. My pickle was gone. I could still taste it in my mouth. One hit and I was addicted. I needed more. I was fixated on his pickle. So, I ate it. A few minutes later he wanted another bite of his pickle. As he gazed at his plate completely confused he said"Hey, what happened to my pickle?"
I smiled coyly, "I ate it."
He said, "When?"
"I ate it right in front of your face while we were talking. You saw me."
"Wow. I didn't even see you take it."
Then with urgency I told him,"Baby, when we leave we need to stop by the grocery store and get a jar of pickles."
"They won't be as good as these."
"I don't care."
He was right they are not as good. But still I eat 'em.
Pickles & A Strawberry Shake. Funny people always talk about pregnant women eating pickles and ice cream but let me tell ya, that shit taste'es gooder then a mofo.
I wanted to order delivery that very moment even though I ate just an hour ago. Then I saw the list of milkshakes they make. Oh yeah, I NEEDED a cheeseburger, fries and a strawberry milkshake. Since I knew that it would take too long for the delivery to arrive before I had to see my next patient I decided to go to the restaurant right after work for dinner.
Corey called me an hour after my craving set in. He decided not to train that night at the martial arts studio so we could have some time together (awww!) and asked if I'd like to go get dinner after work.
"YES"! I replied.
"Do you have anything in mind?"
"YES! I need a cheeseburger. Let's go to Big Daddy's."
When we got to the restaurant I order my "Big Daddy Burger". It is a cheeseburger with jack cheese, thick cut bacon, fried onion, lettuce and tomato on a sesame see bun. I also ordered my strawberry milkshake. When the waitress left, Corey asked me if I had brought Lactaid (I am lactose intolerant) to accompany my milkshake.
"Nope."
"How are gonna digest it".
"I don't care. I NEED a strawberry shake."
"Oooh man", he laughs "I am not sleeping next to you tonight!"
The burger came with pickle. I ate the pickle. I loved the pickle. It seemed like it was the best pickle I had ever eaten in my life. I told my husband how much I loved the pickle. Corey bit into his, acknowledged its tastiness and, to his disadvantage, did not eat the whole thing fast enough. My pickle was gone. I could still taste it in my mouth. One hit and I was addicted. I needed more. I was fixated on his pickle. So, I ate it. A few minutes later he wanted another bite of his pickle. As he gazed at his plate completely confused he said"Hey, what happened to my pickle?"
I smiled coyly, "I ate it."
He said, "When?"
"I ate it right in front of your face while we were talking. You saw me."
"Wow. I didn't even see you take it."
Then with urgency I told him,"Baby, when we leave we need to stop by the grocery store and get a jar of pickles."
"They won't be as good as these."
"I don't care."
He was right they are not as good. But still I eat 'em.
Pickles & A Strawberry Shake. Funny people always talk about pregnant women eating pickles and ice cream but let me tell ya, that shit taste'es gooder then a mofo.
I have to pee.
Yeah, I have to pee. Again. And again. All the time. Even if I only have about one ounce of fliud in me, I feel like my bladder is as full as the Puget Sound. If I feel this way now and I am only 12 weeks along what is going to happen when I am in the third trimester?! I will have to strap a porta-potty to my back because I am too proud to wear Depends.
Three weeks ago my midwife, Julie, told me my uterus was the size of a grapefruit. I wonder how big is now because the baby is the size of a lime. I don't like grapefruit. Never have. Too tart. Makes me makes funny faces when I taste it. On the other hand, I dig limes. Wouldn't drink a Corona with out 'em. And use about 4 -6 of 'em to make my famous guacamole.
Uhhm guacamole...
While I was out with my husband (we married this September 8th which is why I have not posted recently- we've been in Tuscany on honeymoon) today I had to pee so badly I ran into a McDonald's to use the bathroom. When I got through the border guards to gain entry into the bathroom I swear I pissed Niagara Falls. But first, in order to be buzzed into the bathroom by the guards we had to buy something. I love MickyD's fries so not only did I buy 'em but I ate 'em too. I am craving potatoes lately. Oh yeah craving pickles too, which I ate yesterday and today...but my cravings are another post...I hate going into McDonald's though. For more information on why I hate spending money there even just on some fries, read the book Fast Food Nation. On the rare desperate occasion that I go in there I always hope that nobody I know sees me in there. Nobody saw me today. Phew.
Anyway, all kinds of strange and embarrassing things are happening with my bladder now thanks to the pressure from my ever growing uterus (sometimes I feel it stretch as it grows). So this morning I wrote this song about my weird embarrassing bladder. It is to be sung to the tune of Frank Zappa's Why Does Hurt When I Pee. The song is from the album Joe's Garage which if you have not heard, you are really missing one the most amazing records of all time and you should stop reading this post, put on something appropriate to wear in public and go buy the album RIGHT NOW and listen to it. Joe's Garage. You'll love it. It's a way of life.
Without further ado, here's my version of the song;
Why do I pee when I sneeze? (repeat 2x)
It runs down my legs, then right on down to my knees.
Why do I pee when I sneeeeeeze?
My uterus is the size of Gibralter (repeat 2x)
The pressure on my bladder makes me need'a go pee in those trees.
Why do I pee when I sneeeeeze? Aigh yaigh yaigh.
Why do I, why do I, why do I peeeeeeee, wheeeeen, I-aigh, sneeeeeeeze?!
Three weeks ago my midwife, Julie, told me my uterus was the size of a grapefruit. I wonder how big is now because the baby is the size of a lime. I don't like grapefruit. Never have. Too tart. Makes me makes funny faces when I taste it. On the other hand, I dig limes. Wouldn't drink a Corona with out 'em. And use about 4 -6 of 'em to make my famous guacamole.
Uhhm guacamole...
While I was out with my husband (we married this September 8th which is why I have not posted recently- we've been in Tuscany on honeymoon) today I had to pee so badly I ran into a McDonald's to use the bathroom. When I got through the border guards to gain entry into the bathroom I swear I pissed Niagara Falls. But first, in order to be buzzed into the bathroom by the guards we had to buy something. I love MickyD's fries so not only did I buy 'em but I ate 'em too. I am craving potatoes lately. Oh yeah craving pickles too, which I ate yesterday and today...but my cravings are another post...I hate going into McDonald's though. For more information on why I hate spending money there even just on some fries, read the book Fast Food Nation. On the rare desperate occasion that I go in there I always hope that nobody I know sees me in there. Nobody saw me today. Phew.
Anyway, all kinds of strange and embarrassing things are happening with my bladder now thanks to the pressure from my ever growing uterus (sometimes I feel it stretch as it grows). So this morning I wrote this song about my weird embarrassing bladder. It is to be sung to the tune of Frank Zappa's Why Does Hurt When I Pee. The song is from the album Joe's Garage which if you have not heard, you are really missing one the most amazing records of all time and you should stop reading this post, put on something appropriate to wear in public and go buy the album RIGHT NOW and listen to it. Joe's Garage. You'll love it. It's a way of life.
Without further ado, here's my version of the song;
Why do I pee when I sneeze? (repeat 2x)
It runs down my legs, then right on down to my knees.
Why do I pee when I sneeeeeeze?
My uterus is the size of Gibralter (repeat 2x)
The pressure on my bladder makes me need'a go pee in those trees.
Why do I pee when I sneeeeeze? Aigh yaigh yaigh.
Why do I, why do I, why do I peeeeeeee, wheeeeen, I-aigh, sneeeeeeeze?!
Saturday, August 18, 2007
I love Corey
Ain't Nobody Love Me Betta' - by Chaka Khan Listen
Caputred effortlessly.
That's the way it was. Happened so naturally, Didn't I know it was love. The next thing I felt was you Holding me close. What was I gonna do? I let myself go.
Now we're flyin through the stars. I hope this night will last forever.
I've been waiting for you so long. I knew just what I would do, When I heard your song. Filled my heart with bliss, gave me freedom. You knew I could not resist, I needed someone.
Make my wish upon a star. I hope this night will last forever.
Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ain't nobody love me better. Make me happy. Makes me feel this way. Ain't nobody love me better than you.
I wait for night time to come, To bring you to me. I can't believe I'm the one, I was so lonely. I feel like no one could feel. I must be dreamin'. I want this dream to be real, I'm in this feelin'. I make my wish upon a star, And hope this night will last forever.
Ain't nobody love me better. Makes me happy, Makes me feel this way.
Ain't nobody love me better. Ain't nobody loves me better than you.
First you put your arms around me.
Then you put your charms around me.
I can't resist this sweet surrender.
All my nights so warm and tender.
We stare into each other's eyes.
And what we see is no surprise.
Got a feelin' most would treasure.
And a love so deep we cannot measure!!!
Ain't nobody...
Caputred effortlessly.
That's the way it was. Happened so naturally, Didn't I know it was love. The next thing I felt was you Holding me close. What was I gonna do? I let myself go.
Now we're flyin through the stars. I hope this night will last forever.
I've been waiting for you so long. I knew just what I would do, When I heard your song. Filled my heart with bliss, gave me freedom. You knew I could not resist, I needed someone.
Make my wish upon a star. I hope this night will last forever.
Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ain't nobody love me better. Make me happy. Makes me feel this way. Ain't nobody love me better than you.
I wait for night time to come, To bring you to me. I can't believe I'm the one, I was so lonely. I feel like no one could feel. I must be dreamin'. I want this dream to be real, I'm in this feelin'. I make my wish upon a star, And hope this night will last forever.
Ain't nobody love me better. Makes me happy, Makes me feel this way.
Ain't nobody love me better. Ain't nobody loves me better than you.
First you put your arms around me.
Then you put your charms around me.
I can't resist this sweet surrender.
All my nights so warm and tender.
We stare into each other's eyes.
And what we see is no surprise.
Got a feelin' most would treasure.
And a love so deep we cannot measure!!!
Ain't nobody...
Week 6
The following is from the BabyCenter newsletter I get each week, plus my commentary.
How your baby's growing:
The cells that will make up all of your baby's body parts and systems are dividing furiously as her body begins to take shape. Is that why I am so tired? Right now she's about the size of a small lentil bean (4 to 5 millimeters across). If you could see through your uterine wall, you'd find an overlarge head and dark spots where her eyes and nostrils are beginning to take shape. Shallow pits on the sides of her head mark her developing ears, and her arms and legs appear as protruding buds. Her hands and feet look like paddles, with thick webbing between the developing digits, but her fingers and toes will soon become more distinct. Below the opening that will later be your baby's mouth, there are small folds where her neck and lower jaw will eventually develop. (Inside, her tongue and vocal cords are just beginning to form.)Your baby's heart (which is starting to divide into the right and left chambers) is beating about 100 to 130 beats per minute — almost twice as fast as yours — and blood is beginning to circulate through her body. My acupuncturist took my pulse this week and said he can feel the baby's heart beat too. He says it feel strong which is relieving since the last babies heart stopped beating by week 9 or 10. So pray for us!! Her intestines are developing and tiny breathing passages are beginning to appear where her lungs will be. She's also starting to build muscle fibers and, halfway through this week, she'll likely start moving her tiny limbs. Cool!! Unfortunately, you'll probably have to wait until you're several weeks into your second trimester before you get to enjoy feeling your baby's calisthenics. That's OK I can be patient.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Welcome to Your Emotions
"Welcome to your emotions" is what my sister told me after I explained to her how incredibly emotional I feel. They are all so intense, deep and full. All my senses feel that way now, emotional senses, sense of smell, sight, touch and taste. It is really incredible.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Outraged Mother Takes Action
Here's what I am so hot about.
1. Racism Is Alive and Well in the USA. As if we needed more proof.
Read-n-Listen at this link.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=12353776
You can also take action on this issue by signing letters to politicians and donating $$ to the legal defense fund
here: http://www.colorofchange.org /jena/?id=1801-225333
2. Homophobia Is Alive and Well in the USA. Love thy Gay neighbor, Goddammit! Gotta love them "compassionate" Christians.
http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2007-08-11-gat-funeral_N.htm
Listen to what Barack Obama has to say about The Church's role in determining same sex rights. (So far he is my presidential favorite. But that is subject to change at any time. He needs to realize that gay marriage rights are really what the LGBT community needs- not civil union-they do not allow the same rights as marriage).
You can take action on this issue by not being homophobic, or standing for it in our communities also join the HRC.
Let's teach our kids somethin' different- let's teach them love, compassion and equality for all!!
1. Racism Is Alive and Well in the USA. As if we needed more proof.
Read-n-Listen at this link.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=12353776
You can also take action on this issue by signing letters to politicians and donating $$ to the legal defense fund
here: http://www.colorofchange.org /jena/?id=1801-225333
2. Homophobia Is Alive and Well in the USA. Love thy Gay neighbor, Goddammit! Gotta love them "compassionate" Christians.
http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2007-08-11-gat-funeral_N.htm
Listen to what Barack Obama has to say about The Church's role in determining same sex rights. (So far he is my presidential favorite. But that is subject to change at any time. He needs to realize that gay marriage rights are really what the LGBT community needs- not civil union-they do not allow the same rights as marriage).
You can take action on this issue by not being homophobic, or standing for it in our communities also join the HRC.
Let's teach our kids somethin' different- let's teach them love, compassion and equality for all!!
Friday, August 10, 2007
Schoolin' in the womb
This baby has already been to three concerts and one radical poetry reading. We're givin' this kid the learnin' as early as possible.
1. Sonic Youth at McCarren Pool. Sonic Youth are musical genius. They played the entire Daydream Nation album. Here's clip of Teenage Riot from that show. Then, they uncharacteristically played an encore of a bunch of other stuff. We were accompanied by Aunt Renee who bought our ticket. Oh yeah, and we got see Kim dance.
2. KRS-1 at the Prospect Park bandshell. Again with Aunt Nene. Check out this video that shows when KRS-1 invited B-Boys and B-Girls up onto the stage and they rocked it! Although, I had a sneakin' suspicion I was preggers, it was the night of this show when I really realized I was most probably pregnant. I came home and started to tell Corey how I was feeling; lightheaded and fatigued all week, not to mention unlikely-for-me-cravings of sugary foods when he said, "Are you pregnant?" I told him, "I think so". I took the test the next day to confirm. POSITIVE!!
3. The Police at Giant's Stadium. Don't ask me how much I paid for tickets. They played Driven to Tears. They played Walkin' on the Moon---such a romantic song!! Yep, Nene was there too. Sorry no links cause all the You-Tube recordings from the recent shows stink. But some good ones from shows in the 80's, fans should go to You-tube to play.
4. Heard Amiri Baraka and Sonia Sanchez's beautiful, radical, political poetry at SummerStage in Central Park. Well, not radical to us radicals, but maybe radical to the rest of the world. Corey, Renee and I attended. I wonder if Sonia Sanchez knows she is a goddess whose words reach in and caress the hearts of those who hear her. Sonia poem link is from the day we saw her. Amiri's is a link to the "poem that got him banned".
1. Sonic Youth at McCarren Pool. Sonic Youth are musical genius. They played the entire Daydream Nation album. Here's clip of Teenage Riot from that show. Then, they uncharacteristically played an encore of a bunch of other stuff. We were accompanied by Aunt Renee who bought our ticket. Oh yeah, and we got see Kim dance.
2. KRS-1 at the Prospect Park bandshell. Again with Aunt Nene. Check out this video that shows when KRS-1 invited B-Boys and B-Girls up onto the stage and they rocked it! Although, I had a sneakin' suspicion I was preggers, it was the night of this show when I really realized I was most probably pregnant. I came home and started to tell Corey how I was feeling; lightheaded and fatigued all week, not to mention unlikely-for-me-cravings of sugary foods when he said, "Are you pregnant?" I told him, "I think so". I took the test the next day to confirm. POSITIVE!!
3. The Police at Giant's Stadium. Don't ask me how much I paid for tickets. They played Driven to Tears. They played Walkin' on the Moon---such a romantic song!! Yep, Nene was there too. Sorry no links cause all the You-Tube recordings from the recent shows stink. But some good ones from shows in the 80's, fans should go to You-tube to play.
4. Heard Amiri Baraka and Sonia Sanchez's beautiful, radical, political poetry at SummerStage in Central Park. Well, not radical to us radicals, but maybe radical to the rest of the world. Corey, Renee and I attended. I wonder if Sonia Sanchez knows she is a goddess whose words reach in and caress the hearts of those who hear her. Sonia poem link is from the day we saw her. Amiri's is a link to the "poem that got him banned".
Due Date April 11th, 2008
What do you get when you put an African-American man and Italian-American women alone together in the bedroom?An Afro-Italian BABY!!!! It is inevitable. Our cultures are too fertile for anything else. LOL
He or she is only the size of a sesame seed! That wittle.
(Sorry, you can't really Click for the Big Picture).
To be honest, I was really worried that another pregnancy would be hard for me, since the last one didn't last, and I am really not all that young any more (36 in November). We were going to wait until the honeymoon to try again, but see, there was this one night which lead us to this happy surprise!!!
The baby's little brain is beginning to develop and for some reason that makes me have ta' pee...be right back.
Ah, OK I feel much better. Why I have to pee so much is beyond me but medical science seems to have reason. It's mostly because the amount of blood in my body is increasing dramatically which leads to a lot of extra fluid getting processed through my kidneys and ending up in my bladder. It gets worse especially at night. Last night I was up at least 5 times to pee. WOW.
Oh er, was that TMI?
Love,
Jewels
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)