Azz Master Demotion

Apparently I was way too soon in declaring us Azz Masters of the Universe. I guess I jinxed us, as the woman who was to sell us the diaps to complete our stash sold them out from under our feet. She clearly does not get Cr@igs.list selling etiquette. We were half-tempted to write her a nasty e-mail but felt it would probably be bad karma to start something. So I guess we'll have to be demoted from Azz Master to Bum Afficionado or some such lesser rank. Grrr....and I don't really know Margaret Cho's stand-up well so I don't know about the azz master reference, but I do remember the Seinfeld episode with the "Azz Man" license plate that Kramer accidentally got from the DMV. Hee hee.

And it's official--S. has popped and has no more use for her normal-sized clothes. She had to wear her pants with the top button unbuttoned all day long. Poor thing! I'll leave you with our 16-week (now almost 17-week) belly shot--our first!

Axx Masters

We are the axx-masters of the universe. We are nearly completely done with buying cloth diapers, except for a few odds and ends. Thank you, Craigslist! And what is it about cloth-diapering mamas? They are so overly-friendly, ready to give you advice about diapering and other baby-related things at the drop of the hat, and are so genuinely happy for your pregnant. It's wonderful! The last mom we purchased diapers from mentioned a great website, Diaper Swappers. Just thought other trolling moms would like to know!

I went to the gym today, after waking up sore from cleaning the house top to bottom. I thought that seemed a bit pathetic and took it as a sign that I was so far past out-of-shape that I ought to hop on the treadmill immediately. It was torturous, and now I'm even more sore, but I feel better.

In other news..since my high school is filled with gossipmongers, everyone knows that S. is pregnant. Most have never met her, since I rarely attend school events, but they do know that I'm pregnant but not pregnant. That's totally fine. What I'm not fine with is when people start gossiping about my other pregnant lesbian English teacher friend when she's only 7 weeks pregnant. NOT cool, especially when she hasn't chosen to openly tell many people. Someone's blabbing...So how do you break it to high schoolers that you're having a baby, but not? I feel it might be unfair if I come back in the fall and suddenly say, "I had a baby over the summer, guys! Wanna see a pic of my new kid?" and them be all confused because, hey, I had her last year and she didn't look like she had gained that much weight...I'm sure the right moment will present itself. It usually does. And if not, you just make one.

My Morphing Lovie-Love

I love my baby S. Love her, and the baby she's carrying for us. But Preggo S. is different. My old baby loved sandwiches for lunch and despised leftovers. Preggo S. is the opposite, refusing to eat bread unless it's an accompaniment to a meal, and only choosing leftovers the next day for lunch. Also, Preggo S. has trouble sleeping. I feel horrible for her. She tosses and turns, and between me, the animals, and her growing discomfort , she can't get any rest. I awoke in the very early morning hours today to find that my pillow had somehow been swept off of the bed out from under my head in what I'm sure was as fit of unrest by S. between her eight minutes of sleep.

So tonight we're switching it up. I'm up and can't seem to settle down, and she's sleeping soundly in our bed. The dog is probably still being a bed hog (or "bed dog," as we call him on these occasions), so I think I'll finish up this post and let her have a peaceful night's sleep for once as I slip into the guest room for the night.

Anyone try the Snoogle? I think we're at the point of needing one. But I haven't figured out how S. is going to now share the bed with me, the dog, the cat, and a giant, ergonomic body pillow, all in a mere double (not queen) bed.

I'm in love...

...with the film Juno. I know I'm totally late on the Juno bandwagon here, but S. and I rarely go see movies. We chose to see this one. We loved it. More importantly, I think I'm in love with Ellen Page, and I am definitely digging the soundtrack. Luuuuv it. Highly recommended, two thumbs up, etc. etc. etc. Go see it. Buy the soundtrack. It's just so---I don't know. Free and easy, but heavy and appropriate for dealing with issues like teen pregnancy and the desperateness of infertility. And it makes me feel like a college radio DJ again. Happy sighs.

oneofhismoms wondered if my belly was larger than hers. I have been reluctant to post photos, because, well, um, I looked pretty preggo even before I was. It has definitely begun to grow, but let's just say I probably had a head start. Photos will come, I'm just waiting for the right 'stage', where, say, a stranger might notice and feel comfortable commenting.
Now down to business...she also tagged us to do this meme wherein you will learn 6 quirks about us. However, since I have participated in a similar meme before, I am handing this one over to my honey, C.!

The Rules:
1) Link to the person that tagged you.
2) Post the rules on your blog.
3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4) Tag at least three people at the end of your post and link to their blogs.
5) Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
6) Let the fun begin!

Well, okay--here it goes. I think I bailed out on the last meme, so it's definitely my due:

1. I have a name that has many variations and various nick-names. When someone calls me by the wrong name, or wrong nick-name, I get really angry but rarely say anything to correct the person. Go figure.

2. I hate to clean but sweep the floor obsessively because I can't stand when there are crumbs on my bare feet. I also hate when my socks get wet.

3. In high school, I dyed my hair jet black and thought my parents wouldn't notice because to me, it looked "natural," not knowing that few people in this world actually have naturally jet black hair. (They noticed, by the way.)

4. I can drive both a standard and an automatic, but S. will say I better "stick" to the automatic because I'm not so great at shifting. I think I do just fine.

5. Before owning a house, I had never, ever, ever run a lawnmower (my Dad wouldn't let me). Now I both mow the lawn and snowblow the driveway. What a babe I am.

6. I just remembered that I already did a meme. Hee hee.

Now tagging: Vanessa and Mel, the Bluemonts, and Jude & Jen. Have fun!

Congrats in order! Finally.

Now that's reason to celebrate - a snow day AND a heartbeat.

Our little pumpkin was moving around so much she had to chase him/her with the doppler. We kept hearing little kicks. The midwife said s/he was very active. We like to think there was some dancing going on, as we had just been boogeying down in the car. It really is a sound I will remember forever.

I concede, second trimester AND a heartbeat. It's time to relax and enjoy.

A Tale of Three Mamas

Things have been..well..quiet and boring over here for the most part, aside from S. peeing every five minutes and blowing through rolls of toilet paper like you wouldn't believe! Now into our 2nd trimester, I think we've been conservative in expressing our joy and anticipation of being pregnant because we hadn't yet heard the heartbeat. Well, we're supposed to hear it at our midwife's appointment tomorrow, but thanks to living in New England, we're getting a snow storm that will most likely cancel school and close all businesses. Ack! And it's not all that easy to reschedule here. I think we're going to have to beg and cry to get another after-school appointment for sometime relatively soon!

In the meantime, we've been trolling Cr*igslist like insane women looking for things we want but feel foolish registering for, like really expensive strollers and whatnot. Our family just makes fun of us too much so we're buying what we really want ourselves. Over the course of yesterday, we made three purchases from three very different kind of mothers. Just thought it would be interesting to compare:

Mother 1:

Purchased this lovely stroller from her.

Got a heck of a deal on this gorgeous P@g-Perego stroller. At first, we felt weird about purchasing a stroller another baby had used a lot, but this woman had a self-proclaimed "stroller fetish" and owned about 5 or 6 really expensive ones. It was hardly used, and there's not a scratch on the thing. It looks brand new. You could tell this woman liked to shop. She also had about 5 cars in her driveway.

Mother 2:

By far the most down-to-earth mama and the one we could relate the most to. We bought 10 infant cloth diapers from her and she was really sweet and said she'd call us in the future as her babies grew out of stuff. Really, really nice, and she even threw in a free pair of infant pants! (Her son grew out of infant stuff too fast.)


Mother 3:

We purchased a mini co-sleeper and a Baby Bj*rn from her. She lived in campus housing at a local college and we had to call and e-mail her about 5 times to get her to agree on a time to meet. When I called again yesterday morning, she sounded half asleep or stoned or something and asked if we could come by later on in the afternoon. Really, lady--we're paying you $100--the least you could do is be a little accommodating! When she came out of her dorm (she only wanted to meet us in the parking lot), she looked like a wacko. That's all I'll say. We were glad to get out of there.

It was interesting to see the completely different mamas in our area yesterday. They all obviously had things we wanted to buy, but oh my lord--if you ever had a meeting with all three of them, I think something interesting could happen. Is this what a mommy's group is like???

Great in '08!

I really super-de-duperly love my dog. Not only is he cute to look at, he's the snuggliest dog on the planet and the biggest love muffin ever. Ringo is his name, and we adopted him from the Animal Control shelter (where they put the dogs to sleep) in Brooklyn. It was a scary place, and he was really scrawny and ugly when we adopted him, but somehow saw through that to the cuteness. We had no idea how cute he's really be.

Now we're afraid that we've wasted all our cuteness on our dog, and our baby might be..not cute. We do not have a baby picture of our donor, like some of the other donors we used did, so we really don't know. We're betting on S.'s genes being the dominant ones so that we have a baby that's recognizable. We did our best to match the donor to me, but I guess you just never know. I try not to think about those things too much, but I feel it's probably something I'll have to answer soon when I start telling a lot of people I work with. As far as I know, there are lesbians at school, but not ones whose partner is pregnant, so I guess I'll be the first. Hopefully I can dodge most of the questions that make people think and probably make them a tad bit uncomfortable, but I'm really fine with answering them all the same.

Happy New Year!! Here's what we ate, besides the 5-course French dinner:

It's a "Bouche de Noel," or Yule Log. Our friend Stacey made it, and wouldn't you say it's ridiculously amazing for her first one?? Stacey is also going to be S.'s doula, and the baby's due date is her birthday, so we think of her as good luck. She claims she needed a head start in giving S. gestational diabetes (joke). Speaking of which, S. has decided that officially, none of her pants fit her. This weekend she seems to have warped into a truly pregnant lady (peeing, weird cravings, etc.).