This melted my heart last night.
I had to share.
Shoes: Aldo, Jeans: 7 for all mankind, Top: F21, Jacket: YesStyle, Glasses: UO, Bracelet: Vanessa Mooney
Last night husband had to finish some proposal thing for work that kept him up till 1. Between that, and this nightmare I had in which husband had decided to sign me up for a math class {these are the things that haunt me at night}, I was not a very happy pants when he finally made it upstairs to bed.
He's smooth with the whole irrational pregnancy madness thing though. He wraps me up tight in his arms so I can't squirm away and kisses my face all disgusting like until I say I love you. Although sometimes it comes out like FINE, I love you ... jeeze!
But it still counts.
And then he'll brush my hair back and ask me what I'm really worried about. And then reassure me that I'm gonna knock the socks off this natural birth thing. And that he'll practice with me every day, because dude, I'm supposed to have the capacity to breath in slowly for a count of 20. And right now, my lungs think that 4 is a good stopping point.
And then he'll brush my hair back and ask me what I'm really worried about. And then reassure me that I'm gonna knock the socks off this natural birth thing. And that he'll practice with me every day, because dude, I'm supposed to have the capacity to breath in slowly for a count of 20. And right now, my lungs think that 4 is a good stopping point.
The POINT is ... {or maybe there isn't one} ...
is that I just don't ever want to forget or take for granted how good he is. Because he's the best kind of good.
But now it's locked in my noggin {thanks blog!}
But now it's locked in my noggin {thanks blog!}
Miss Irene came and went over the weekend. The worst of it while we were sleeping on Saturday night. We never lost power and never had to break out those 6 gallons of water. Mostly, she just made a fine excuse to stay in and eat all the munchies we stocked up on. Including the entire pie. Oh the shame ...
I walked around with my belly out for most of it. Sometimes clothes are just the worst kind of torture. We played cards, and practiced light-touch massage for labor {Holy. Hannah. it's like dying and going to anti-backache heaven} and listened to Madeleine Peyroux and Billie Holiday while husband played my belly. Have you ever just laid on the couch and listened to music before? We hadn't. But boy, it's the best kind of unproductive.
And then sometimes baby would pop in to say hi.
He likes the music. And head rubs.
Our battery supply is stocked
We have 6 gallons of water in the basement
And I baked a pie
Bring it Irene
but finding this on the fridge sure helps.
Is it 5 yet?
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Shoes: c/o Threasdsence, Jeans: 7 for All Mankind, Top: gift, watch: gift, round necklace: Vanessa Mooney
You guys. Everyone in California is laughing at us right now. But this is serious.
We had an earthquake that lasted for all of 5 seconds yesterday and I nearly peed my pants in the middle of Walmart. Though whether those incidents are related or not shall forever remain a mystery I'm afraid.
So all you easterners ... as far over as Boston I hear? How freaky was that?
It was my very first one you know. And the first thought I had as I was watching the applesauce on the shelf next to me start to shake was, "Great. Now I'm gonna have to ditch my cart. All that walking around this stupid place for nothing."
Then, after I turned back into a person with a soul, I thought of first my husband and then the bathroom. He called me right afterwards {my husband, in case anyone needs clarification on that one} and we swapped stories. Then when he came home that night, we gave each other extra big kisses.
So glad it wasn't any more dangerous that it was. Whew!
And I guess I'm OK with having an awesome quake story now.
One of my favorite friends from school, Miss Geri moved away to California last year so her husband could learn how to be a fancy doctor. It was sad. But then they decided to come up for a visit to ole Idaho, and lucky for us ... we just so happened to still be there. We met up with her, her husband {official bug killer of the evening} and her camera for a little non-maternity, maternity shoot. AKA ... the kind where you don't get neked and wrap yourself in sheets. She planned the whole thing: a picnic complete with orange soda, donuts, fruit and licorice. Girl is GOOD with the pregnant ones.
We absolutely LOVE them! ... she captured exactly how we're feeling at this happy, exciting time in our lives. And we can't wait to fill our home with her photography. Maybe an entire wall even.
Kind of like a shrine ... a weird maternity shrine.
Head on over here to see the whole shoot! And P.S. Geri is giving away a FREE FULL PHOTO SHOOT on her site today ... so give her some love! Comment and win that bad boy.
Today is Tys's birthday. It's a Monday and he had to go to work.
I think in real life I'm still 10, cause I felt like something was missing this morning when I dropped him off without sprinkled cupcakes to share with his friends.
Tys isn't that into birthdays. To me, there has to be a party ... otherwise getting older doesn't count.
But all he wanted to do this weekend was to cuddle on the couch in our comfys with chinese take-out and movies. So that's what we did.
And he was right. It was kind of better than a party.
So happy birthday my low-key lover. Tonight we'll eat that steak dinner I forced you to tell me you wanted, and blow out your candles. And probably talk about our little man and how you're convinced he'll come out with green eyes and blonde hair just like you. Even though his eyes are gonna be BLUE.
I love you forever, you other-half, you. You're everything I always wanted. Happy Birthday!
Jeans: Gap, Top: c/o Threadsence
Awkward:- Husband's late nights and early mornings resulting in me and my camera being left to our own devices. A la crap remote pictures. Cheers.
- Being the small town people we are, driving through our neighborhood and waving at our neighbors. You'd think we would have been simultaneously sticking our heads out the windows singing show-tunes at them for all the looks they gave us. Fine, crabbies. No small-town action for YOU.
- Looking at ma-self NEKED {What. You do it. Just cause you don't announce it to everyone you know ...} and coming to terms with the fact that my baby is now the shelving system for my tots. This will probably mortify him in about 12 years, but for now, he can just leave the mortification to me.
So attention attention, YOU UNDER THERE. This is a public service announcement: Stooooop. Growinggggggg.
Sincerely,
Me, Senorita Top Heavy
- Spelling "THERE" as "THEIR" in my post yesterday. And nobody said any - thing. You guys, this preggo brain's specialty is bad spelling and grammar right now. Normally, something that is one of my biggest pet peeves. I died a little inside. Help a sista OUT yo.
- Bashing a poor old man in the head with my belly at the post office yesterday. He was about to get angry, but then he turned around and saw my little basketball, so he decided to rub it instead. I think I wish he'd gotten angry.
- Husband's phone/alarm dropping behind the bed in the middle of the night. Waking him up to move the bed and get it. Watching him from the bathroom as he paced the floors staring at the bed for a good 20 seconds.
Hon, you have to move the bed. Your phone dropped.
Oh .... right.
So then he moves the bed. Only to stand at the end and stare at it.
Poor guy. I don't even want to know what a midnight diaper change is gonna look like.
- Attempting to wear Heidi braids and a pregnant belly at the same time. Hi. I'm 22 going on 14. Feel free to keep staring. I love it.
Awesome:
- I would just like to take a moment to recognize husband for always putting the toilet seat down. *cue pre-recorded cheers and applause soundtrack. We each have our own bathrooms now {because THAT'S how much I love scrubbing toilets} and not once have I gone into his very own manly-man of a bathroom and accidentally dunked my bootay in the poo water. Because he's just that good. Here's to YOU my toilet-seat superman. Muah!
- Laying in bed with said superman last night and giggling at my rolly-polly stomach. Baby is startin to make waves in there ... he let us see his big head and little feeters last night. Can't wait till we can give them kisses.
- The tour I just booked to go check out our big jacuzzi tub, luxurious private room, and soundtrack of relaxing music . Ahhhh ... doesn't giving birth just sound like a vacation!? HA.
HA. HA.
- The Five Guys and Panera that are parked right next to each other just down the street. Oh the conundrum.
- Having dinner cooked and ready when husband comes home every. night.
Booyah baby!! I'm a house-wife now. WHAT.
{I give it three months ...}
But have you ever been so beautiful?
No...
No...
No, I'd have to say this pretty much takes the cake.
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Love him.
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Love him.
It's officially mid-August, and while things are still pretty warm around here, I can't help but get excited for the gorgeous fall that's just around the corner. Fall on the east coast? Swoon! While husband was out on a rainy bike-ride this weekend, I jumped back in bed and picked out a few fall pieces that are tickling my fancy at the moment.
Curious. What are the fall pieces that you're most looking forward to? Link up your picks in the comments!
I've never had a high pain tolerance. Growing up, I was the kid who requested a band-aid if I sneezed too hard. Going by that standard, I had always assumed that in labor, I'd be the one rushing to the hospital in a pained panic, getting that blessed dose of anesthesia and bringing the babe into the world numbed, tired from labor and blissful. Until three weeks ago. When my sister-in-law gave me a book on natural, {yet comfortable --- whaaaa?} birthing, to read on our drive to DC.
The book was fascinating! It started asking me questions like, "Why are the two sets of muscles of the uterus the only muscles that do not perform well under normal conditions?" "Why would a loving God make us so that we would come together in love to conceive and then make the means through which we would birth our children so excruciatingly painful?" and "Why are women in some cultures able to have gentle, comfortable births, when the women of the western world seem designated for painful birthing experiences?" None of this had ever crossed my mind before, but suddenly I found myself thinking, "YEA?! WHY!?"
As I read more and was introduced to this idea of natural, comfortable birth, I completely surprised myself at how quickly I abandoned my life-long plan of anesthetized birth, and embraced this new idea that not only was natural birth possible, but it could be accomplished peacefully and comfortably by band-aid over-users like me! As silly as it sounds, I was so excited by the idea that hey! the birthing body knows what its doing. It's perfect in its design. And with the combination of relaxation and an absence of fear, the female body is enabled to do what it's meant to do - naturally! Wowza, I tell you, fireworks that spelled THIS IS AWESOME were going off in my head.
That all being said, I of course, believe that birthing for every woman is a deeply personal experience with a wide-variety of circumstances and endless situational variables. Obviously, there is not a one-size-fits-all birthing method for bringing those sweet babies into the world, and every woman gets to decide what's best for her and her baby {go mamas!}
I am however, so excited to embrace this new-found insight and run with it. For the first time, the thought of being able to feel every part of giving birth to my little boy is exciting instead of scary. And the thought of getting to do this along side this holy-wow supportive husband of mine {the guy was telling ME about the pros and cons of induced labor} is an overwhelmingly happy thought for me.
the oils I haven't broken out in years, the shirt that is now too small, the favorite pictures I can't decide what to do with
Friday, August 12
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Things are going to be getting messy and if we're lucky, creative over here today.
Happy Friday everyone!
Shoes: F21, Dress: c/o Threadcase, Belt: Thrifted, Cardi: JCrew, Hat: Target, Glasses: Cassettes, Bracelet: c/o Pree Brulee
Awkward: - Husband walking into the bathroom during yet another pee sesh. He says to me: "All I ever do is see you on the toilet these days" and shuts the door. He thinks I'm sexy.
- Going over to a new friend's house for dinner, completely missing their apartment door and walking into their neighbor's house instead. "Hi! We're here!" Until I hear Tys from outside: "Um.... Syd?"
Right.
Hey ... well THAT looks like a good dinner guys. I was just here to see if you have a paper bag I could borrow to put over my head for a sec?
- The guy ahead of us in the check-out line at Walmart the other day. You know the ones ... who think they're being sneaky. Oh yeaaaa ... I'm just checking out the covers of those magazines behind you ... for the 20th time. Do dee do dee do.
Yes. There's a baby in there. No. I am not 16. No. You cannot keep looking at it. Yes. I will punch you in the face.
- Walking into an absolutely silent bathroom, and then having one of those unconscious moments where you say what you're thinking outloud because you think you're alone ... and then hearing the toilet paper rustle coming from the next stall over. So then you proceed to silently bang your head against the wall and duel it out for who leaves the stall first so you don't have to make eye contact.
I'm coming to terms with the fact that public restrooms will pretty much always be traumatic experiences for me.
- The woman on the metro the other day who came up to me, rubbed my belly and said "Oh mah goodness ... that is definitely a girl in there." I tell her that no, actually it's a boy. She shakes her head and says "ohh ... well then there must be two of em then".
OK so I'm huge now. Don't touch my belly.
- Not being able to sleep one night, so we sit up in bed at 3 in the morning and decide to watch a birth video on my phone to pass the time. Or I did. Husband hid everything under the covers except for one solitary eye-ball and had ohmygosh ohmygosh on repeat for the remaining 4 minutes of the vid.
I think it's time for a Lamaze class.
- And let's just throw this one out there ... just for fun. Pregnancy causes constipation yo. So now every time I'm successful in that department, I come out and am met with a kiss on the forehead and an enthusiastic "Good Job Honey!" from husband. Now if only I had a potty chart to put a giant gold star on.
Awesome:
- Mah tots. {You knew it was coming}
- Playing the "Smokin' Hoops" basketball arcade game with husband on date night. And pretty much whooping his trash. I don't think he's ever been so happy to have his nonathletic wife beat him at something. I told him it was the extra testosterone, and he gave baby high fives.
- Complaining to the movie theater manager that our movie quality was not quite up to par ... and getting free movie tickets out of it. Lesson learned? Complainers win guys.
- The awesome pair of antlers that our new neighbors totally wasted on their landscaping. Sometimes I feel like knocking on their door "Hi. I'm Sydney ... the new one from next door. Listen, I'm just going to take these K? They'll look better in my house." What's the worst that could happen right?
- OK. Belly massages? Blowing my mind right now.
- The two huge white canvases I picked up on my adventuring yesterday. So excited to break out my oils! It's really too bad we don't have a wrap around porch and endless fields of no neighbors. You betcha buttons I'd be Rachel McAdamsing all over that.
Skirt: c/o Ruche, Top: AE, Watch: Gift
After finally stuffing the last of my clothes into our itty-bitty closet nook yesterday {I would like the next architect of my house to be a woman please}, I finally feel settled enough to go out and bring even MORE things in for DIY parties all weekend long. Oh hip hooray. Husband is thrilled. I'm off on a morning thrift store scouting trip, with a very specific list in my pocket and paint swatches in my bag. Wish me and my sidekick, Sir Navigator luck! DC has got a lot of thrift store action people.
{and for those of you who haven't completely given up on me ... there will be some awkwards and awesomes going down tomorrow. see you then :)}
Friday night, we met up with a few friends {some old, some new} and found our way down to the National Museum of Art sculpture gardens for a little jazz, yummy sandwiches and some great conversation. It was the perfect way to unwind after SUCH a hectic week. We can't wait to go back these last few weekends before summer starts to dwindle away {sad face!}
Isn't DC pretty?
Top: H&M, Necklaces: Vanessa Mooney, Skirt: UO
Saturday night was rainy and quiet. We spent it at home making tacos together and had a nice long dinner. Then we headed upstairs to finish putting my dresser together. I made some peppermint tea for us, and tightened a screw or two in between painting my toesies and sittin on the floor with Tys while he worked away. It was one of the best evenings. Surprisingly so considering how little we actually did. When Tys and I moved here, we decided that we wanted to change the environment in our home. Less distractions and more focus on our soon-to-be family of three. We opted out of cable and moved our TV downstairs to the exercise room, making our bookshelf the center of our living room. The difference its made, even in this short amount of time, has been amazing. The sound of the television has been replaced with conversation and music ... and happy quiet time working on the floor together.
This approach is certainly not for everyone ... and I'm not saying it is! But when we thought about our little boy and the environment we want to bring him home to, we knew that eliminating that small {actually, sometimes large} distraction would help us make our home a little more of a happy haven. So excited that bringing him home is only a few short months away! But in the meantime, also so excited to spend a little more time in the kitchen together, and around our dinner table, and on the couch reading books. Yay for new changes!
Shoes: c/o Blowfish, Pants: H&M, Top: F21, Watch: Gift
... and goodness gracious, I got dressed.Two surprising phenomenons in one! This week has flown by. With many hours of unpacking, organizing and long debates in the middle of Lowe's. But we've nearly got our new place put together and after I make a few runs to the paint and fabric store (because I can sew now you know. Fancy new sewing machine for graduation - uh huh. And I'm feeling downright proud of it too) ... I do believe we'll be in business.
What will you guys be up to on this hot weekend? Tys and I are headed out to a jazz concert in the park with friends tonight. With maybe something scrumptious to eat. Cause I think I just hit my Life cereal consumption quota for the entire year.
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