26 Weeks

On my end, I couldn't be having an easier pregnancy. I'm more than six months and still wearing all of my clothes and not attracting attention as "putting on weight" or being pregnant. Unfortunately, my doctor isn't so psyched. Apparently, I'm on the small side, anemic and borderline gestationally diabetic. Very scary stuff. The orders are to eat better, take iron supplements and get more rest. The small part, Stef said, is to be expected because I have small hips, waist, etc.
I know that I should be eating better but that reality check shocked me out of my diet of Oreos and French fries. I'm going to turn green; I've never had so many veggies in my life. Tonight Ryan and I sat down to spinach salad, steak and brussel sprouts. The first time ever that I've cooked brussel sprouts. But I don't want a stupid or sick baby so I'll do what it takes. Yesterday's ultrasound showed a very healthy kid that's on the small side. Stef needs to get back to me, though, for confirmation.
My baby shower is this Sunday. I'm excited to see everyone but I kind of wish I was bigger to give them something to pat. No one has reached out to try to touch my tummy yet (a good thing since I don't like strangers touching me). Only Ryan gets to do that. :). Speaking of whom, it looks like he's 100 percent on board. I didn't plan for this because I was afraid to be disappointed. But now that he's actually excited about the baby, I couldn't be more excited myself. He's been adorable- making sure I eat right, joining me for my baby sign language class; and we have open conversations about the birth, logistics, raising Sage and what to do if she wants to watch South Park with us. Even his family has been supportive and happy for us. Both his mom and his dad sent me congratulatory cards, ask regularly how I'm doing, and when Ryan called his mom this afternoon, she was out shopping for baby clothes!! I never in a million years dreamed this could happen. Sage is one lucky little girl.

24 Weeks!!

Onto my quick update of the 'sitch'. Six months this week! I'm still fitting into my size 26 James Jeans cords I got this winter at the Sundance Film Festival. Take a look at the photos shot this morning. Thank the fashion gods for low-rise waistbands! I even wore a Lee Jeans denim mini when Ryan and I dove into the Tavernacle last Saturday night for dueling pianos.
At times I'd like to hold a sign saying, "I'm not fat, just pregnant" but Ryan says no one would even think I look fat...yet. Charming ;). I went to TJ Maxx last week and upped my cup size to 'C' . Wahoo! Kristen exclaimed that it looks like I had an enhancement. I've been extremely lucky so far- no swollen anything, no debilitating pains, no continuous nausea, no skin breakouts (whew!), no stretch marks, no significant mood swings, no loss of 'desire'. I feel an occasional wiggle down there that reminds me I really am pregnant. I'm sure that will change in a matter of days but I'm counting my blessings so far.
My spare room will soon become the nursery but because Ryan is living in SLC and not here (he walks to work), we have to double up on the big items. So far, I've collected a Peg Perego high chair, Graco Pack n'Play and a handful of kids books from yard sales and my friend Karen gave me some Avent baby bottles, two carseats and some Pooh posters. My collection is growing steadily.
At friends' requests (because I had no idea people even did this), I registered at Babies 'R' Us at Amazon.com but I'm digging the hand-me-downs. Why let perfectly good baby stuff go to waste?? The baby shower is at Kristen's house at the mouth of Little Cottonwood Canyon, May 21. Ladies, email me for details if you can make it.

Open Blogging

Conservative parents of America, I hereby apologize if you are offended by my reference to Ryan's fascination with my "improved" breasts. But can you honestly say that your husband or boyfriend didn't respond the same way? Maleness is universal. I just happen to be the one unafraid to speak frankly.

I love being edgy! My mom wasn't too pleased by my honesty and I'm sure Ryan's mother was irked as well. Who can blame them really? This is not a situation either would approve of, let alone understand. But I doubt there'd be anything I could say that would make it all better right now.
They are both wonderful women but it's their loss, really, if they can't understand or can't get past the open language because then they miss that smart, funny, caring, logical, constructive person inside. The girl who will stay up all night with you after you find out your boyfriend is in love with another guy, the one who writes your resumes and sets up contacts and interviews for you, the one who will pick you up from the airport at 2 a.m., the one who walks you through sending an email attachment (when you should know this by now) or isn't afraid to tell you those pants make you look fat- if you ask, of course.
I'm not a private person. If I was, then blogging would not be an option. For the most part, I don't go hogwild anymore at the dinner table but that doesn't mean I'll sensor my own blog. Jeez. This is me, Folks. Freedom of speech in all its glory and I'm not embarrassed or ashamed to mention sexuality, motherhood and low income in the same space.
Like Howard Stern's producers once said, "While, the average radio listener listens for an average of 12 minutes, the Howard Stern fan listens for an average of 42 minutes because they want to hear what he'll say next."
Pig Vomit: Ok...but what about the people who hate him? "Good point," they responded. "The average Howard Stern hater listens for 52 minutes."
Pig Vomit: But if they hate him why do they listen?
"The answer most commonly given, 'I wanna hear what he'll say next.'" Ironic that Ryan loooves Stern.