A mighty task

Aaron and I halfway completed our registry today at Target and www.target.com. There are a few things I need to delete yet – but target.com isn’t that user friendly for the “already registered” right now.

We also registered at Babies R Us, found online at www.babiesrus.com (amazon supported). We got a book of information from target with suggestions of what to register for and how much of what to register for – there’s alot of stuff to register for according to these people.

There’s a few big things like the crib and changing station or dresser that we haven’t registered for partly because we can’t decide or don’t like the choices and partly because we need to match the wood to a rocking chair we already have. But we also want to check out antique markets and stores for some unconventional baby furniture, not the crib, don’t worry.

And of course there are those things that are needed but are dang expensive. Like the breast pump, car seats, etc… Good thing most of these purchases are only a one time purchase, to be reused with subsequent children.

There are a couple things I’m very excited about. The Moses basket we registered for at Target, and the cloth diapers we registered for at Babies R Us. You probably think I’m nuts to want to reuse and wash diapers, what with all the garbage I could be disposing of on a daily basis, why wouldn’t I use conventional diapering methods?

Well when they’re newborns, all they do is eat and poop or pee – so instead of throwing away his or her college fund on diapers in the first few months, why not make use of reusing environment friendly diapers? Thats what I thought. Plus, I’ve been reading reviews on amazon.com and talking to people and reading about parenting and whatnot and I think I’m making the decision to best fit our lifestyle.

The Moses basket is special to me because in Nigeria (I was born there, for those of you who don’t know) the leper’s made baskets of all kind, one being the Moses basket, which my parents purchased and it was my bed for the better part of the first year of my life 🙂

So anywho – the baby now kicks and jumps on my blatter at random but frequent times during the day and night – and, well, what can I say – it’s annoying and I have to go pee AGAIN, for the 27th time today.

After short, but much needed break … we’re back.

Um, I don’t know what else I really wanted to say about the registry, other than it’s exhausting and I totally deserve some Maccaroni and Cheese right now.

Oh – ok, I have some exciting news … I’m going part time at work in September. Which I’m very excited about. I’ll be able to help my mom with my dad and get setteled into our new house. I think it’ll be the best thing I could have done for myself during this pregnancy, with everything going on in my personal life. I’m very much looking forward to the time off.

And if this isn’t the most random ending post I’ve written lately … well, I don’t know. But the water’s boiling for my Mac-n-Cheese, and people, seriously, I don’t know how to use punctuation.


Like a lightning bolt outside of Crazy Horse last night a name hit us. I was going back and forth on a name that, at one point, Aaron had liked … and of course, doesn’t anymore. So we were thinking of names just trying to get our thinkers going and he said a name – and I sat there, in complete awe that I liked the name he had mentioned. Infact I love the name he mentioned and OHMYGOSH we have a name.

The rest of the meal was mostly me giggling because we FINALLY decided on a name, for a boy, AHA!

We have a few choices for a girl’s name, any of which we would love, but I think we’re solidifying that one soon too … down to one name that is. We’ll let you know when that lightning bolt hits us. Which I think it hit me today, but I have to get Aaron to agree completely.

And just so I don’t get emails secretly asking me what these names are … we’re not telling, so don’t ask.

Well, I shouldn’t say we AREN’T telling ANYONE. I’m sure Aaron will have live feed from the hospital and the moment we know, you’ll know … so in January sometime we’ll be telling.

Because tired never meant feet aching, back braking, eyes watering, mouth yawning torture before all this.

Yea, I’m tired. Exhausted. We’re moving. And I’m pregnant, almost 5 months pregnant. My size 4 feet are swollen and my toes hurt from the pressure of my growing body. My back hurts just because it hates me and my eyes WON’T STOP WATERING nor will my mouth NOT STOP YAWNING!

The sad thing is, this is the first night we started packing. Granted it’s at the end of my night – when I’m tired anyway, but it doesn’t help. Bending over 3,000 times in less than an hour to put mugs, glasses, vases and other breakables in a box on the floor … yea – not so fun at 10 pm.

I’ll be this tired and worse for atleast the next 2 months, if not more. We have to paint 4 rooms, re-carpet 3, put new vinyl in the kitchen, update the electrical and put a new roof on the new house.

We’re crazies. I know. And we knew all this when we looked at the house and decided to buy it. We’re in love with it though and have most everything covered as far as who’s putting the carpet in and what not. So hopefully we won’t have to break our backs in a matter of weeks to finally live in the house we purchased. But it is going to take some time.

Now & Then

A side by side comparison of Jodi's stomach early in the pregnancy or at 18 weeks

This is the progression to date. The first photo I’m 2 months or so pregnant and bloated – and then the second photo I’m 4 1/2 months pregnant and swollen. Good transition if you ask me.

So this pregnancy stuff is pretty easy – just wait for #2 in like 10 years, I’ll probably be sicker than a dog and wonder why I thought I ever wanted to do this again. But oh well, I’m having a blast with it now.

I just had another doctor’s appointment this past Thursday. I’m measuring at 2 fingers below the belly button, which is normal for how far along I am and everything is fine. Baby’s heartbeat is a strong 146. And I haven’t fainted in 3 weeks! Right now the baby is about 5 inches long and the size of an avocado. Which would weigh in and a rough 1/2 pound.

Apparently I had gained a little weight since last seeing my doctor and they wanted to assure me that a small jump is ok. The thing is, I’m supposed to gain weight. If I don’t eat, my baby doesn’t grow and I get crabby. I want my baby to grow and Aaron doesn’t want me crabby. So of course I’m gaining weight.

I don’t even know what my pre-pregnancy weight was. We don’t own a scale for a very calculated reason. Therefore, my weight can’t determine who I am or what I feel like and I can be happy because I fit in the clothes I own. So a small jump in weight, which I’m assuming some pregnant ladies watch REALLY carefully … um, it’s normal to me. Pregnant = gaining weight. I mean, maybe it’s just me and I’m really out there, but it seems like common sense to me.

And we all know it takes or can take up to a year or longer to get back to whatever pre-pregnancy jeans were … I’m just going to assume it’ll take me 18 months to 2 years. I think being realistic in my gene pool is much easier than dieting endlessly for more than a year to only gain it all back in pity eating. Plus nursing apparently helps the process, and, God willing, I’ll be nursing … so we’ll just see how it goes.

What do I mean by “God willing, I’ll be nursing”??? Of course you’ll be nursing! You’re doing this pregnant thing THE RIGHT WAY, don’t stop at nursing!!!!

I know that’s what you’re thinking you people who either do or don’t have children and read way too much … but I had a breast reduction and although the chances are high I’ll be able to breast feed, it’s not guaranteed and it’s simply trial and error. So again, we’ll see.

Life is too short to expect everything and gain nothing and then hope for what we lost.

Watch out, we’re hormonal.

Did you really think that we would name our child Baldwin Arilies or Narda Chavelle … ???

I mean, seriously. For those of you who were trying to think of ways to compliment either name when the baby was born, please be relieved to know that it was a joke. Just don’t be asking us what the names are that we really have picked out because then we will be forced to name our child either Baldwin or Narda.

Now that the hormones are really starting to get in my way lets just get a few things out in the open. I cry when I haven’t eaten by 7 pm because by then it’s too much work to make a meal and too late to wait for a seat in a restaurant.

My feet, which are, no kidding, size 4 in real life are the size of small soccer balls. My toes serve no balance purpose whatsoever anymore and it hurts to get up after sitting for more than 10 minutes.

Seeing an elderly man shiver a bit from a chill makes me cry. Seeing a baby smile at their mother in the grocery store, makes me cry. Aaron says Hi when he gets home, it makes me cry.

Thinking about the color and decor of the nursery makes me cry, the feeling of a warm shower makes me cry and when Aaron rubs my feet – you’re right, I cry. But not because it’s sweet. It actually hurts when he rubs my feet and that mixed with the AWESOME feeling of NOT being on my feet is overwhelming.

There aren’t enough pickles in a jar and I now know why people want pickles with their ice cream. They’re not crazy.

And since we’re throwing caution to the wind, lets just talk about the boobs. Because fabric is stimulating I ALWAYS look like I’m freezing. And, I’m sorry, but it’s embarrassing for me too. SO STOP LOOKIKNG AT THEM! It really doesn’t help that I work in customer service and almost every male customer thinks he’s smart enough to somehow distract me or avert their eyes … I can tell when you’re not looking at my face.