Saturday, February 27, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
I'm not the kind of person to blog about the random things that are happening to my body as it forms and nourishes another person inside of it. There's got to be some personal boundaries somewhere, and I'm private enough to keep most of those to myself. But, I've heard murmurs and questions so I thought I'd share a few thoughts and observations I've made during my pregnant state:
Prenatal yoga. You've never seen so much cleavage and belly in one room in all of your life as when 20 women go from a plank to a downward facing dog in a prenatal yoga class. Dave got me classes as a birthday present, and I've loved it. It keeps me limber, helps me cope and adjust to my changing body, and in general, just makes me feel good. Driving away from a session, my body wants to sing. I'd go everyday if I could work it into my schedule.
Etch-a-sketch legs. While I haven't had problems (knock on wood) with stretch marks, little obnoxious purple veins have been another issue. It's amazing to me to see how when I go into a 10 minute "legs up the wall" where my legs are at a 90 degree angle straight up the wall, the spider veins on my legs simply disappear. (thank you yoga class)
Swim time. Once a week I don a black bathing suit and get in the pool to practice my best impression of a baby beluga. While I do have to rest between laps because I get so out of breath, this makes me feel good and keeps me active.
Beef. It's what I always want for dinner. Some people eat gallons of ice cream or pickles. I want steak or hamburger for every meal. Pork or chicken just don't have the same appeal.
Stuff. It's amazing how much junk babies need and how much more junk baby stores think you need. Since we started signing up for registries and the like, we've been solicited nonstop through mail and email.
Sympathy. Yesterday an apartment complex decided to start burning right before the newscast, so I headed out to cover it in a live truck. I think people tend to be more polite to reporters who are about to pop than they are generally to a pesky reporter. Maybe all reporters should wear a pregnancy pillow from time to time.
Why can't I sleep? Either it's God's way of preparing you for the sleepless nights or a cruel joke. People ask me often, how are you feeling? Honestly, I've generally felt great besides being so very tired. Besides the bathroom breaks, now I have to roll myself up into a sitting position in bed in order to turn over to the other side.
Old Wives tales. It really peaks people's curiosity when I tell them we don't know if we are having a boy or a girl. So far, I've heard I think every old wives tale in the book. They range from what I'm craving to how I'm carrying. Interestingly enough, I often hear conflicting tales like, "you are eating a lot of protein, that means it's a boy" or "you are eating a lot of protein, that means it's a girl."
Vocabulary: Boppy, Bumbo, Moby, Genie, sheesh. I'm concerned about things I never thought I'd be concerned about, and things I certainly didn't know about 2 years ago.
Cloth diapers. Dave and I are going to go down the cloth diaper road. They aren't your mama's cloth diapers, as they've evolved and are once again gaining a corner of the market. We think the benefits of cloth far outweigh disposable, and we've had friends exclusively use cloth diapers so we feel encouraged to do the same. This also has prompted a few interesting "you know you are an adult when" moments. Like yesterday when we had a long discussion over a toilet sprayer and how it would work.....
Friday, February 12, 2010
In a state that enjoys 6 months of winter weather, this is no surprise. Nor is the fact that this city is buzzing with Olympic fever.
One that I'm following is the guy on the left. His name is Garrott Kuzzy, and he's a cross country skier from the part of the metro I cover. I've been communicating with him via email and we Skyped from the World Cup a few weeks about after he made the team. Our sports guys found 4 seconds of video of him from high school that we used to the max.
Kuzzy has been on the road competing and training since October. After the Olympics, he has a one way ticket back to the Twin Cities to rest up before flying to Europe in the spring to compete there. He's a humble, nice guy who just loves to ski and he has the chance to bring back 6 medals.
Pretty skier Lindsey Vonn is from about 15 minutes from where Dave and I live. Curler Allison Pottinger is from Eden Prairie, where Dave and I used to live. And there are others.
In a state that loves the winter and relishes the snowfall, all eyes will be on Vancouver... who incidentally is experiencing below-average snowfall. Minnesotans are chuckling over that.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Today when I heard Baltimore and some cities are actually banning all non-emergency vehicles off the road because of the weather, I was envious. Why can't we get a snow day here? What will it take?
Here's a shot of 3 employees preparing for the nasty evening commute. This was during the most recent 48 hours of continuous snowfall.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
A Cajun who died and went to hell...
The devil assigned him the usual punishment...put him in the mass pit where the heat was melting others. The devil came back sometime later surprised to find the Cajun just sitting around, not even misting, much less sweating. "How come you're not so much as sweating here where everyone else is screaming for relief from the heat?"
The Cajun laughed and said, "Man, I was raised in the bayous of Sout Looziana. Dis ain't nothin' but May in Lafayette to me!"
The devil decided to really put the Cajun through it. He put him in a sealed off cave in the pit with open blazes and four extra furnaces blasting. When he came back, days later, the Cajun was sitting pretty, had barely begun to bead up with sweat. The devil was outraged. "How is
this possible!? You should be melted to a shrieking puddle in these conditions!."
The Cajun laughed even harder than before. "Hey, man! I done tole you. I was raised in Sout Looziana. You tink dis is heat?! Dis ain't nothin' but August in Jennings!"
So the devil thought, 'Alright, a little reverse ought to do the trick.' He put the Cajun into a corner of hell where no heat ever reached. It was freezing and to add to the Cajun's misery, he added massive icebergs and blasting frozen air. When he returned, the Cajun was shivering, ice hung from every part of him but he was grinning like it was Christmas.
Exasperated, the devil asked "HOW!? How is it possible?! You're impervious to heat and here you sit in conditions you can't be used to...freezing cold and yet you're happier than if you were in heaven. WHY?!"
The Cajun kept grinning and said, "Dis mus mean de Saints don won da Super Bowl!"