Monthly Archives: February 2009

Crib And Such

We finally put the crib together. It’s SO CUTE!


I like it a lot. I still need to do a little more decoration stuff, but her room is done. Really it’s just a little section of our room.

I also finished one of the quilts. The other one just needs a backing. I’ll post pictures after I wash them. I was thinking of selling one of them on Etsy, but Curtis says I shouldn’t because I made it for Peanut. She has so many quilts though. Really if I could sell those quilts for 40 dollars, that would be at least 15 in profit. Maybe I’ll just make another one specifically to sell. It would just suck if it never sold. I wish I could bring in some money though. I feel like I’m so useless at home. And money is stressful.

I’ve been trying to cross things off my list. I packed my bag, froze all the food for after the baby comes, bought the cloth wipes, found a rocking chair, plucked my eyebrows (yes that was on my list!), and vacuumed. I still have to finish the second quilt, start the scrapbook, make/buy more cloth inserts, finish my Bradley reading, finish the birth plan, install the carseat and get it checked, clean the shower, clean bunny’s litterbox, and find a pediatrician. I don’t think I’ll necessarily get it all done and some things are more important than others, but I like having lists.

Wow, this has been kind of a babble post. lol

Formula Samples

You can tell how livid I am by the fact that the first presidential address to congress is paused on my TV so that I can blog.

I receive a lot of mail at my mother’s house because for a while there I was signing up with that address for everything because I figure she’ll be there a long time. Of course, being pregnant, I have received various pregnancy/baby advertisements, coupons, etc. in the mail. Just a few moments ago, my mother text me to tell me I received formula at her house. NOT a coupon for formula, ACTUAL FORMULA. I am livid.

Don’t get me wrong, formula is a great thing. I understand that the majority of women will give it to their children at some point in their lives. I Am Not One Of Them. Blah blah blah you never know what could happen and what if my milk doesn’t come in or what if blah BLAH BLAH. My current plan is to breastfeed–that is that.

Now what makes me so frustrated that I received OMG REAL FORMULA in the mail is the fact that as a first time mother, and therefore (most likely) a first time breastfeeder, I know that it will be difficult. I know that there will be a night when the baby wont stop crying and I can’t get a good latch and I just want to Give Up. I am much less likely to ACTUALLY give up if I don’t have THE STUFF SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. This is specifically why I am So Happy that my hospital (University of Utah Hospital) is a Baby Friendly Hospital. They wont give me formula or pacifiers or yadda yadda because of this EXACT reason.

I wouldn’t be angry at all of I got this because I asked for it, but I have not asked for ANY coupons/promotions/etc. so why are you sending me product? I plan on calling and having myself removed from their lists. As for the formula, my mother is going to give it to my step-sister-in-law because HER hospital was very un-baby friendly and pretty much told her breastfeeding was stupid, so she uses formula. God I am so done.

37 Weeks Pregnant

I am officially full-term. I’m happy that I don’t have to worry about pre-term labor anymore. I also finished packing my hospital bag. So I still have a lot of things on my to-do list, but things feel like they’re falling into place.

I’m excited to not be pregnant anymore. Of course I’m excited for the baby, but that part is a given. I’m excited to easily move around, have a small stomach again, be able to wear what I want (somewhat) again. I’m excited to have sex without a belly in the way (even though that wont happen for like 6 weeks after birth). I’m excited for these round ligament pains to go away. I’m excited to sleep without that stupid body pillow… just cuddled up next to Curtis. I know this is all silly… and I’m not going to go back to how I was before physically or emotionally… but I’m excited to be a young woman again… instead of a young pregnant woman. I also know I’ll miss being pregnant.

I’m also excited to have Peanut here. It’s going to be new and difficult, but I’m excited. Here’s the ultrasound pictures we have of her.

8 Weeks 1 Day

19 Weeks 1 Day

Wedding Photos

I’ve decided to take a moment while I’m waiting for a raid to start to post some of my favorite wedding photos.

My bouquet was made mostly of daisies because that’s what Curtis got me for prom.

This is our awesome cake. Looks like Alice In Wonderland. Wedding colors were sage and black… obviously.

I love those earrings. My mom wanted me to lock them away for safe keeping, but I wear them when I wear pretty dresses.

That’s totally my mom in the background. lol

Our first kiss. Aww…

This picture turned out perfect.

It was windy.

I’m happy we picked out our own rings. They’re awesome.

This bridge is neat too.

My veil was falling off right here.

I show way too much gums…

It looks like he is trying to choke me with cake.

Starting from the left: Tiffany (my step sister), Fay (my mom), Krystal (Tiffany’s daughter), Barbara (my aunt), me, Teria (holding Squeed. my friend), Jen (Tyler’s girlfriend), Shelby (my friend).

Starting from the left: Scott (Curtis’s friend from childhood/highschool), Tyler (Curtis’s friend from highschool), Alex (our friend from highschool), Lance (one of our good friends), Curtis, Erich (our friend from high school), Eric (our friend from high school), Justin (one of our good friends), Andy (my brother/good friend).

OMG CRIB!

We bought the crib. I’m excited to put it together. Honestly, I’d be in the room screwing (teehee) and assembling right now if Curtis wasn’t doing homework. He also interjects that his parents’ room is right above ours and it would be too loud at 11 pm when they’re asleep. Pshh… who sleeps at 11 pm?


I have made a list of things that I need to do before the baby is born. It’s crazy that we’re already down to list-makin’-time. I think I’m starting to transition from the Holy Crap We’re Having A Baby OMG I’m Going To Break It phase to YAY Baby Come Out And Play With Me phase. I’m worrying less and less about the whole process of giving birth and thinking about how awesome it is that I’m going to have a little girl to dress up. EASTER!!! I’M GOING TO DRESS HER UP FOR EASTER!!! Curtis thinks I’m crazy. I probably am. I’m still hiding the damned eggs and then helping her find them. And taking pictures.

I need to work on the birth plan. I will probably do that now.

Valentines Day

It’s Valentines. We’re going to go out to lunch for Sabrina’s birthday. I’m happy she did lunch instead of dinner. Even though we’re not doing dinner tonight, it would still be kind of lame to steal Valentines from everyone.

I got my Valentines gift early. It’s a pretty necklace. Curtis thinks it looks like a scarab. I think it looks like an owl. I gave Curtis Magic cards for Valentines. We each chose our own gifts. I see no problem with that.


It’s snowing again today. I hate Utah. I wish we could move. I would so love to live in Oregon. It snows there too, but not nearly as much. Portland was such a fun city too. I would miss Utah, but I’m ready to try somewhere else for at least a bit.

Finally Feeling A Bit Better

My cold is getting better. Sadly, Curtis is sick now. I don’t like seeing him sick. He wont really take medicine either. It’s cute that he still worries about how I feel when he’s sicker than me now. I loveses him. This is really the happiest I’ve been with our relationship. I think the biggest difference for me with being married is the fact that I don’t feel that constant pressure about getting married. I don’t have voices in the back of my head asking why we’re not married yet.

He’s also really taken to the baby stuff. For a while he seemed upset whenever I brought up baby stuff. I don’t blame him, it took me some getting used to also. Now he seems genuinely happy about it. I put together the playpen and floor mat the other day. Curtis tried out the floor mat. It was cute.


My aunt who lives in Texas came to the baby shower. I was really happy to see her because I didn’t think she would be able to make it. She was texting me that day asking if I got her gift in the mail yet. She was sneaky. I wish I would have hung out with her more while she was in town. He has a cocker spaniel too. Her name is Katie and she’s fat. lol. Katie couldn’t fit into a sweater she had anymore so my aunt gave it to me for Kerri.

Curtis’s dad thoroughly hates this sweater. It makes Kerri warm though. Kerri is in the crate right now because she snaped at a guest. I really wish we could do something to make her not snap. Maybe we should get a muzzle for when guests are over. Muzzles are so sad though.

It’s Way Too Late… So I’m Sure This Blog Wont Make Sense

It really frustrates me how many women are induced. I just had a friend of mine tell me “I’m being induced tonight at 10pm! I’m so excited!” Personally, I would be scarred if I were being induced tonight at 10pm… because that means there’s something Wrong With The Baby! THAT’S the only reason someone should be induced. It’s not there for your or your doctor’s convenience. It’s not there because “I’m so fat and I don’t want to be pregnant anymore!” Your baby will come out when it’s ready! Do Not Force It!

Now that I’m done with my soap box. I just stayed up way too late trying to finish the last achievement for the Lunar Festival on WoW. The festival ends today, so I needed to get it done. I have to get up for a doctors appointment in like 4 hours. Oh well, it makes me happy.

Damnit! Why can everyone know what I know! I’m done.

Yet Another Monday

I’m starting to feel a little better. And I’m 35 weeks now. Just a little over a month.

I’ve been paranoid that the hospital wont respect my wishes. My birth plan and such. Or that they’ll try to convince us that bad things will happen if we don’t do what they say. I just don’t know how I’ll react when I’m in labor. I hope that I can keep a level head.

I have a doctors appointment on Thursday. I should be getting a Strep B test, but I’m going to tell them I don’t want any vaginal exams anymore. I don’t want to know (or them to know) whether I’m dilated or effaced. It doesn’t really tell you when you’re going to go into labor at all. And I don’t want to be induced unless there is a direct threat. I’m bringing my birth plan so that I can go over it with all the midwives before the birth and see if they disagree with anything.

I’m washing Peanut’s clothes and bedding. I need to pack my hospital bag.

Baby Shower

The baby shower was today. It was fun. Only 12 people showed up, but I had fun. Also got a lot of loots.

Even walking away with all that stuff, I feel overwhelmed. I kind of thought that Curtis’s parents might get us a crib and since they didn’t, we have to buy one. That’s friggin’ expensive. And we got a lot of clothes, but how do I know if we have enough? And a lot of people got us not newborn clothes, so what if we don’t have enough? We walked away with a ton of quilts. In the future, I swear not to give people quilts for baby showers. It really makes no sense–the baby can’t even use a quilt until they’re older. I can put the quilt on the floor and put her on it. Also cover her with it when we’re outside. She wont sleep with it though. So why do we have ten of them?

So I need to wash all the clothes in the baby soap. Also all the damn quilts. Do I need to wash stuffed animals? What about toys? Do I need to do anything to them? Who knows where they’ve been? Where am I going to get money to buy things? I feel like my brain is going to explode.

So I’m fat, hurting, uncomfortable, awkward, moody–and I want to stay this way. Just because that means the baby stays in there. I’m so freaked out about having to care for this child. And This Damned Crib Business! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!