Thursday, April 28, 2011

Wrap it up, to cloth or not to cloth...

So I spent a lot of time researching the best diaper option to wrap our little bambino's bum in and have finally decided in a hybrid method. At home we will use cloth diapers, the all in one kind made by FuzzinBunz. These diapers are one size and grow with the child. They come in a variety of colors and use inserts to wash instead of having to wash the whole diaper every time. We will also use Gdiapers that are similar to FuzziBunz but also allow you to use a disposal, biodegradable insert or a washable insert. The last option will be Seventh Generation non-chlorinated, biodegradable disposable diapers for day care. Most day cares do not allow cloth diapers. We will switch back to the cloth for nights and weekend. The advantages that felt most important to us were the low impact on the environment, healthier for diaper (less diaper rash and hopefully easier potty training), and some cost savings. I have had friends laugh when I say I am doing cloth so maybe I am being naive to think this will work but we have made bigger sacrifices in our lives for our beliefs that just using a cloth diaper so I am holding out high hope. I am always looking for tips and suggestion in this area so if anyone is also doing cloth let me know!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The bambino is a girl!

So we found out yesterday that the bambino is a girl. No more calling her it. Below I have posted a prayer written by Tina Fey (no relation she doesn't even pronounce her name correctly) that my old friend Whitney sent me. It pretty much sums up my emotions after finding out we are having a little girl.

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
-Tina Fey

Spent the morning at the doctors, up all night with a cold but the day is looking brighter. The doctors' office scale said I lost 4 pounds from yesterday...I believe they call this in medical terms water weight. In pregger Janelle terms we call this a reason to go to Moose's Tooth for lunch with Staci and indulge in some yummy pizza, hell I may even have the bread sticks too! Then off for a eyebrow wax and some baby shopping. This is the only way I know how to get over a cold since I don't take medicine...retail therapy!

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Pregnancy is a heavy thing

So pregnancy is a heavy thing, and not only in the emotionally heavy I am going to be a mom and my life will be changed forever sort of way. It is heavy in the sort of OMG I am so heavy sort of way. I weighed while at the gym on Thursday and almost had a heart attack. This number burned my eyes forever. Damn that hubby and his root bear floats! I have since been on different message boards reading how much other women gained and I am feeling a little better. I also got advice from a friend who said she weighed backwards at the doctors and asked them not to tell her. As long as your doctor says your in the healthy range this seems like a great strategy. This is my new plan. And we people ask me what I have gained I will say things like, "A sense of well being" or "A new purpose in life" or some other polite way of telling them to mind their own dang business!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Teaching and growing a pea in the pod

So teaching while growing a baby is very interesting. Middle school students already have problems with boundaries and once I told them I was pregnant, which they in an odd showing of intuition guessed weeks before I spilled the beans, the flood gates of weird and slightly inappropriate comments began. Some of my favorites are:

* "Were you guys hard were you trying."

* "Who is the baby's daddy."- Ummmmm, my husband, lol.

* "You should let us name the baby."

* "Did you know certain positions guarantee a boy."

So there have been lots of laughs and me telling the kiddos that they need to just return to their work. I have relented and let them vote on what the gender will be. here are the standings.

67% believe it will be a girl
43% believe it will be a boy

These results are also suspicious as I noticed most girls voted for a girl and most boys voted for a boy....odd. One student also asked me if she could rub my belly for luck before the track meet.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

My digital baby book

So the rush of hormones that come with pregnancy have inspired me to keep record of all these crazy, but sort of magical changes that have been happening. I am four months behind so here is a quick update. My hubby and I decided to start trying the whole breeder thing in December and the timing worked out that we conceived on Christmas Eve in Maui. Of course I didn't know we succeeded because I was convinced no one gets pregnant on their first try. After a late night yelling fest at my husband he said, "your pregnant, take a test" and sure enough I was pregnant!

Since I had some issues in the past I am deemed high risk which made me worry a ton. I gave up worrying for lent as any non-practicing good Catholic girl with the middle name Marie would, and I have been worrying less. The upside to this is that I have had like 6 ultrasounds already. Even the cool/creepy 4-D ones....though my husband argues there is no such thing as 4-D. The bambino has been doing well and I am through the horrible morning sickness phase....though I must be a complete wimp because I never threw up, just felt like I was going to all the time!

The hubby has been wonderful through this all. Here is a list of the great things he has done to prove he will be a great dad.

1. Instituted nightly root beer floats starting at week 5 of pregnancy. He actually got up in the middle of the night and was like I think you want ice cream I am going to the store for it.....not really my craving at the time but we are both addicted now.

2. Tells me often your not getting fatter, your getting more pregnant.

3. Actually let me talk him into reading a book to the bambino in the growing bump.

4. Bought me a super expensive prenatal education system even though he is "skeptical" at the results.

5. Has let me pick really cool though unusual names without a word of protest.

Ok this is enough to get you caught up. Welcome to my blog!!!

Janelle Fey