Hidden Talents

February 26, 2010

My Dad and Aunt Donna should have their own little wedding planning show on TLC.  They crack me up.  I was in a meeting earlier, but when I came back to my desk I had a missed call from Aunt Donna’s house.   I called back and my dad answered.  Apparently, he had been sitting there with the other hens (Grandma, Aunt Pilar & Aunt Donna) talking about my wedding, and he decided I was making a huge mistake getting married at my mother’s parents’ house.  Here were his points:

a.)    Mid-April?  A horrible time for an outdoor wedding in KY.

  1. There will be no flowers
  2. It could still be snowing
  3. No matter what, the ground will be muddy and people’s shoes & the chairs would mush into the ground
  4. Tracking dirt into the grandparents’ house

(my response to this: “Still snowing in April!?!  What the hell are you people still doing living in a place like that?”  His response: “Because I love it.”  Well folks, guess you can’t argue with that.)

b.)    Parking

  1. Even at Christmas, their driveway doesn’t have enough room for everyone’s car
  2. Their street is only 1-lane, so we can’t park on the street
  3. There is no commercial parking lot nearby to park in

(my response: “Oops.  I hadn’t thought of that.”)

c.)    Distance

  1. It’s inconvenient to drive from the hotel to my grandparents’ (30 miles), and then all the way up to the reception hall (35 miles) within just a few hours.
  2. What about the people from out of town?

(my response: “Yes.  The City Boy made the same point.”)

So, I asked him what his GRAND idea was.  And?  He said I should have the ceremony at the reception hall, and then immediately have the reception and dinner afterward.  His reasons:

Everyone will already be there

  1. Less stress with parking and driving
  2. Since there will be no pretty flowers or trees blooming outside, we can do our pictures beforehand at Devou Park or Krohn’s Conservatory which are just a few minutes away
  3. Will save money on renting chairs, etc. because everything will already be at the hall anyway
  4. No stress over rain or mud or (gulp) snow

At first I resisted the idea because I’ve never been on the inside of the reception hall, and have no idea what we’re working with, but he went on and on about how we can decorate it up, put an arbor together, blah blah blah.  And now?  I’m sold on it.  Even though I really wanted an outdoor wedding (indoor weddings are stuffy and gloomy, I don’t care what you say).

What do you think?  I can’t wait for this wedding planning to end.  Such a roller coaster.  We’ve changed our minds on just about EVERYTHING at least twice so far.  Only 43 days to go … I hate weddings.


By the way … Zofran?  I like it, A LOT!! 

My mother called yesterday to check on me, and I was driving home from work at 1:30pm – the nausea took over my entire life this past week.  I started whining (of course) about how miserable I felt, and she started chanting “Call the doctor.  Get some Zofran.  Call the doctor.  Get some Zofran.”

I don’t know why, but I really HATE having to take medicine.  It’s such a hassle.  You have to call the doctor and BEG for it, then deal with waiting in line for the pharmacist, only to forget to take it most of the time.  I hate it.  I hate the entire principle of it!  But, my rant had little effect on my mom.  Her chanting continued.

So once I hung up with her, I called the doctor’s office.  I was expecting a little opposition from the nurse and was gearing up to defend my symptoms and beg for un-nauseated mercy.  But instead she practically gave me a back rub over the phone.  “Sure Honey.  I’ll call it in as soon as we hang up the phone.”  Wow.  I like being in this club.

Four hours later, the City Boy arrived with Zofran (generic version) in hand and within 20 minutes I was feeling like a normal girl again … except for the huge and tender boobs of course.  And amazingly, the meds kept up with me all night and is really just NOW started to wear off.

So, today I’m at work, and am actually being productive.  It feels good to last throughout the day until 4pm before retreating to the pajama pants and the couch at home.  Very good indeed.


Whale Of A Day

February 24, 2010

An experienced trainer was killed today in Sea World.  The world’s largest Orca in captivity has apparently been responsible for the death of two others (a trainer in 1991, and a stranger who jumped into his tank in 1999) before today’s tragedy.

It seems the trainer lost her footing and tripped into the tank where Tilikum was being held.  At that point, the whale killed her.

Sea World and the Orange County Sheriff’s office are investigating and have not released much more information.  It’s so sad … for everyone.

Ironically, Tilikum (the whale’s name) means “Friend” in Chinook.


In other news, I worked from home today.  Sick, sick sick.


I’m awaiting a phone call from my Aunt so that I can finalize some of the wedding plans and send out invitations this week.  I hate relying on other people to do things.  But, unfortunately, this task is really something I have no way of completing alone.  I feel guilty continuing to harass my aunt, because at the moment my grandfather is in hospice care at her home.  She’s hosting, not only her dying father, but all the well-wishers who come by, she’s comforting my grandmother and her siblings. 

But, for the record, I didn’t assign her this task that I am waiting for completion of.  She prompted it.  She asked to take care of it.  I wish I would have told her “No, don’t worry about it.”  So, I sit here with my upset stomach and dizzy head, awaiting the phone call.

And, how selfish am I?!  My grandfather is slowly passing from the Earth, each minute drawing closer to his last, and I’m worried about my wedding?  I know you think I’m a jerk.  Right?

But the truth is, he experienced a stroke last summer that has pretty much left him a trapped soul ever since.  He has been slowly dying ever since, and lost his will to live almost immediately after his stroke last year.  It’s painful to see him the way he is now.  It’s misery to be trapped in a body you can’t move or control, and I just pray (as does the rest of my family) that he passes soon to end the torment he is experiencing.


Also, update on the Pregnancy Diet.

What assists in easing the nausea and utter grossness is: reduced-sodium soup, believe it or not.  Also?  Toast of any kind.

Today’s diet includes the following:

  • Whole-wheat bagel with peanut butter (eased nausea)
  • Crackers (duh.)
  • Granny Smith apple (the first half felt good on the body, but the second half proved too much acid)
  • Easy Mac & Cheese (eased nausea)
  • Chicken & Savory Vegetable soup (eased nausea)
  • Cinnamon & Sugar toast (eased nausea)
  • Cappuccino Fudge Blitz ice cream  (not recommended, but VERY yummy)

So far there are three excellent things about being pregnant:

1.)   Fantabulous boobs!  I can’t get over it!  And, apparently, neither can the City Boy.  And just think … I’ve got another 8 months of this “chesty-ness” in my future.  Woo hoo!

2.)   Wedding is now half the price and much closer to occurring!!  You don’t know how relieved I am to finally be approaching the wedding and “getting it over with”.  And, of course, I mean that with the most romantic of notions.  I’m sick of thinking about the wedding, and I just want to cross it off the list at this point.

3.)   I get to lie around and stay home from work if necessary.  It feels great … except for the all the sickness.


Is anyone else hooked on Mad Men?  I don’t know why, but last month I decided to check it out.  So, I put all the DVD’s on my Netflix list.  Surprisingly, the City Boy even enjoys it.  About twice a week, I receive a DVD with 3 episodes on it.  So far, we’ve seen the first two seasons and I can’t wait to receive another tomorrow.

That Don Draper … he’s a scoundrel, isn’t he?


And with that … I’m going back to napping.  It’s been a tough day.

How We Got Here

February 23, 2010

Would you like to be caught up?  Because I really want to catch up.  Let’s just take a look back to capture a few dates of recent importance.

January 18th:

Spoke with my Aunt Donna who, quite bluntly told me that I hadn’t done enough planning to pull off a wedding by May 29th.  I hadn’t planned for the fact it was Memorial Day weekend, and there would most likely be no tents, chairs, tables, or dance floors available to rent.  Not to mention some of the unexpected costs I wasn’t planning for.  So, I agreed that she was right.  I had been WAY too relaxed on the Wedding Planning front, and spoke with the City Boy.

We decided to push the wedding back to September 4th.  Labor Day.  Still a 3-day weekend for the convenience of traveling guests, 3 extra months to save and plan, the weather would probably be more stable, and we could figure out more cost-saving ways to put on the show.

February 12th:

After three days of fretting and worrying and flip flopping on the verdict in my head, I went to Wal-Mart and purchased an EPT test kit.  Coming home from the store, I unloaded all the groceries and went to the business of “administering the test”.  And guess what new skill I’ve learned recently?  After years of practice, I finally figured out how to turn a pregnancy test positive!  Apparently, it’s not nearly as difficult as I thought!  Seriously – within SECONDS the infamous second line appeared, and made it very clear that it was staying right there.

I screamed.  I squawked.  I pulled up my pants and called my best friend, then my mom.  I tried reaching the Stud, but he was at work and away from the phone.  I paced.  I couldn’t believe it, and I was so excited!

So, here we are 11 days later.  We started the 6th week of gestation yesterday and have attended one doctor’s appointment.  This week has brought with it some crazy nausea that I wasn’t experiencing until now.  I’ve bought two pregnancy books for me, and one for the father-to-be.  I have turned into a slightly deranged version of myself, and am starting to doubt that I’ll ever be a functioning member of society again!  It seems I just want to moan, and sleep, and think of never eating again.

Oh, and on the wedding front?  We’ve pushed it back up to April 10th.  Which leaves us just 6 weeks to plan and get our butts to KY for our ceremony & reception.  We cut the budget by about 75% (no need for a big fancy wedding when there’s a baby to plan for.  Priorities, People!)  I dropped my dress off yesterday with the seamstress who is going to make a little alteration to make room for my (wowsa!) expanding chest so that I can make it down the aisle without busting anything.  Invitations are going out this week — we’re actually going to make this happen, and SOON! 

We are excited … to say the least.  Today is the City Boy’s 36th birthday and he says that our baby is the perfect present.  As he is out enjoying his birthday jog, I sit in this house … still in my pajama pants from yesterday feeling gassy and gross.  When he returns, I plan to cook him a meal of zucchini squash, spinach salad and broiled salmon … but I intend on eating NONE of it because I am nauseated by the thought.  Guess it’ll be peanut-butter toast for this mama.

What a month!!  What a year this will be.  I just keep thinking that by my birthday in December I’ll be a mother!  I’ll have a 2-month old!  We will have a baby with us at Christmas time!  We will not only file our taxes as Married from now on, but we’ll also have ourselves a little exemption!  Wow.  Just … wow.

So, I’m expecting to be more inspired to write in the coming months, which is good.  Our babe will need documentation of what his/her parents were like before we turned into Mommy and Daddy.