Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Hair intervention

When I was in high school, I was gross. I only showered like twice a week, but somehow I still managed to never get ousted for my bad hygiene. I'm lucky because I don't really sweat much and I'm just generally not a stinky person. And my just always looked REALLY cute. I have no idea how this is possible. It was long and lush and beautiful - even without proper grooming. I would wake up in the morning and literally not touch it and it looked perfect.

Cut to today. Something has happened in the last 12ish years that has not been good for my hair. Whether it be more regular bathing (but, let's be honest, I still only get it in like 4 times a week) or having a kid or that my eating habits went to shit...I really don't know. But basically, my hair kinda sucks. I have one particular problem which keeps it from looking good. I don't know what to call it, but basically it just goes all Medusa on me. It starts out something like this:

And then by like 11am, it looks more like this:

I have no idea how this happens. My hair is not curly, I do not live in a humid climate and I sit at a desk all day. But something happens between the time that I put it all in a ponytail and 3 hours later that makes me look like I ran a marathon. In Arizona. In July. At noon. And before I know it, I look like this:
And this:
And this:
There have got to be something that would tame this yucktastic mess on my head. But being the (formally) spoiled hair haver that I am, I never learned the fine art of hair products. So please, for the sake of my coworkers, enlighten me. What do I need to put on this rats nest??

By the way, ignore that pesky double chin that seems to have arrived with my 3rd trimester today. That thing seriously came out of nowhere.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009


{Photo Courtesy of Salvini}

This morning, someone asked how far along I am. I told them "26 weeks today"..."WOW!" they exclaimed..."It's going by SO FAST!" Oh, is it? Is it going by fast for you? How nice.

I was going to have a good day today, but then I woke up with 4 zits in a sort of artsy semicircle formation around my chin. No sugar coating it - I'm struggling right now. And I'm not happy about it. See, I strive to be this super happy positive gal and I've always thought of myself as the sort of person who could float through pregnancy with a big smile on my face and talk about how good I felt and how much energy I had and how strong I feel. Well, fuck, that is just not my reality. I spent the first 16 weeks wanting to puke about 23 1/2 hours of the day. And then I had a really pretty nice 8 weeks. And then about a week ago, I started feeling big and gross and tired. I don't WANT to be any of these things. I want to be vibrant! And glowing! And.....oh forget it, I hardly have the energy to come up with another descriptive word. I'm one of those annoying "your reality is what you make it" people (yes, I'm that girl who asks you if you saw that Oprah episode where she talks about The Secret). Well, I must have fucked up my vision board or something, because this pregnancy has taken a turn for the crabby, and I don't seem to be able to change the trajectory. I am getting between 9-10 hours of sleep every night, but still wake up and spend my day totally exhausted. I feel bleary eyed and cloudy headed and just a general sense of drag-ass'edness. If I was 36 weeks along, I wouldn't be so upset about this. But 26 weeks!? Come on! This is supposed to be my blissful 2nd trimester time! I am the victim of energy theft! Give it back! *sigh*

Thursday, July 16, 2009

24 Weeks

Alright, you caught me, I'm actually 25 weeks along now...wait, what was that? You aren't diligently counting my pregnancy progress? Oh. How sad for you. WELL, anyway, here are my (late) 24 week belly pics:

For comparison, you can see my other photos at 16 weeks and 20 weeks.

I'm starting to get a little worried about the state of my maternity clothes wardrobe. Although I'm pretty much right on track for weight gain so far (18 lbs as of my appt yesterday) my pants are getting tight around my hips. Last I checked, babies don't grow in your hips, so it must have something to do with this little 2-3 time per week indulgence:

Monday, July 6, 2009

Moving right along

So you remember my big whiny bitchfest about not wanting to switch my little one from his crib to a bed? It turns out I'm just a huge loser because we did it last night, and guess what? It went off without a hitch. We layed him in bed, we walked away, he slept. That's it. Yup, that's what I got all worked up over. Nothing. Hey, that's cool with me. I'd rather deal with the 'I told you so' look that my husband will give me tonight rather than the bleary eyed 'what the hell did we do and how fast can we put the crib back together????' discussion.

See mom? Nothing to be afraid of....get me outta this thing

I've been toying with the idea of doing the "letter to my kid" thing on here...everytime I start to write it, it just becomes one of those sappy jesus re-born tributes, and no one wants to read that, except maybe me and my husband (maybe). I still think it would be cool, so that should come in the next little while. Although, knowing the frequency of my blogging, I wouldn't do any breath-holding in the meantime.

I'm reaching that point in my pregnancy where things are pretty well blissful. I'm rarely sick, I'm cutely bumpish (24 week belly pics to come this week), I'm sleeping decently, our little son is kicking me often and people are being SO NICE to me. It's a huge slice of wonderful, actually. I'll come back and read this post in another 3 months to remember that I did actually enjoy a portion of being pregnant. One part that I am having a slightly hard time adjusting to is not pigging out at every meal. My stomach space has changed quite a bit in the last week or so - I need to switch to that small meals/more often schedule rather than the dinosaur-sized portions 3 times per day. I'm pretty much chairman of the board of the clean plate club, so it's hard for me to not eat every last bite, especially at restaurants. I'm all for leftovers, but like last night I got nachos, and we all know those aren't going to exactly heat up for the next day's meal, so I just had to stare longingly at those last chips lying there in the bottom of the plate, begging to be consumed. Oh, and that reminds me: Heartburn. Yeah, so it turns out that heartburn kinda sucks! It falls into that category of things that doesn't seem so bad until you get it yourself. People would talk about it, and I'm like "eh, suck it up"....why didn't they tell me it was like you swallowed an iron poker and it's stuck in your chest? Honestly, metaphors are kinda necessary for that level of discomfort. Besides that, things really are going well. Although it's funny how the first time I was all about the pregnancy while fretting about the actual baby part...and this time, I'm just like "can we get this whole incubation thing over with so I can get my hands on my baby boy???"