Long time no see! -worst blogger ever.
After beginning this blog, I switched to a different blog setup for the remainder of my pregnancy and birth of my daughter as it better suited my needs for the invention of the Go Green Registry. Then I had the baby and when your days consist of choosing between eating, sleeping, and showering, things like blogging become laughable. Well, the "baby" is now a toddler who just this past week started blowing kisses and learning to drink from a straw.
Now, I'm on a Facebook fast, which is causing me to look up other blogs to keep up to date with friends and family. This made me feel obligated to offer the same for them. And while my little Stinkerbell is not quite ready for her own apartment, she is lending me
more hands-free time these days, so maybe, just maybe, I can get some
news and photos up here.
So, there it is. I'm going to try and blog. Again. We'll see. I make no promises. How's that for enticing? Most popular blog of all time, here I come.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Friday, February 18, 2011
Pregnancy Test
Yes, a home pregnancy test is a very reliable way to confirm that you are pregnant, but another realiable sign is if you catch yourself eating a plate full of Sour Cream and Onion potato chips and crying at the news recap of the winner of the Westminster Dog Show.
Way to go, Hickory
Way to go, Hickory
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
A New Adventure
2011 has rolled in with a fury for us. In the midst of a kitchen remodel, broken fridge, car that was totaled in the middle of the night while it was parked outside our house, and numerous additional stress-filled surprises, we were greeted with a most joyous, if not shock-inducing surprise: WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY!?! What? Here's the quick summary of how Baby Remke introduced themself to us:
I had been feeling lethargic for weeks and was having the hardest time getting myself up and to the gym in the mornings, one of my mainstays. It was like the morning-person had left the building, and I felt so sluggish all the time. I had even gone to the doctor to get my thyroid checked. So after a couple weeks of this the lack of productivity was beginning to drive me nuts. Dan and I threw around the "what if" question, and after a weekend spent curled up either in bed or on the couch I handed him a coupon for a pregnancy test on his way out to buy more Method cleaner. Now, I must admit that the fact that the coupon was for $5 off and was about to expire were both larger motivating factors in the decision to purchase the item than the thought of actually taking the test. I believe I said, "It's a good coupon, so either we can use it one day or I can give it to someone".
After missing my morning spin class, again, that Monday, I decided to take one of the tests (it was a 2 pack - I told you it was a good coupon), just to rule out pregnancy, so I could kick my butt into gear and stop with the wanna-be anemic act. Even as I waited for the test result, my thought was, "Well there goes $6".
To say I was stunned at the positive result would be an understatement. My mouth lost the ability to speak, and I could not form the word "pregnant" in order to tell Dan, who was still asleep. (He is not a morning person.) So, I just left the test on the counter for him to discover and went about my day getting ready for work. When Dan woke up and made his way to the bathroom, I stood in the hallway, awaiting his reaction. There was a flash of confusion and then he said, and I quote, "Are you f-ing me? Are you f-ing me in the a right now?" (And yes, he censured the curse words in just that way.) My response? "Uh, nooo, I'm not 'f-ing you in the a' right now".
Yeah, we're classy folk. But I must take this opportunity to say that one of the things I love most about Dan and one of the things that first attracted me to him was his ability to catch me off guard and my inability to predict his behavior and responses. So, once again, he didn't dissapoint. I would have never, in a million years, predicted that verbal reaction.
So there you have it: the great "We're pregnant" moment for the Remkes. We're currently 8-9 weeks along, and Baby Remke is, according to the medical sites, about the size of a strawberry. Last week he/she was the size of a grape. I can't wait to see what fruit it'll be next week.
I had been feeling lethargic for weeks and was having the hardest time getting myself up and to the gym in the mornings, one of my mainstays. It was like the morning-person had left the building, and I felt so sluggish all the time. I had even gone to the doctor to get my thyroid checked. So after a couple weeks of this the lack of productivity was beginning to drive me nuts. Dan and I threw around the "what if" question, and after a weekend spent curled up either in bed or on the couch I handed him a coupon for a pregnancy test on his way out to buy more Method cleaner. Now, I must admit that the fact that the coupon was for $5 off and was about to expire were both larger motivating factors in the decision to purchase the item than the thought of actually taking the test. I believe I said, "It's a good coupon, so either we can use it one day or I can give it to someone".
After missing my morning spin class, again, that Monday, I decided to take one of the tests (it was a 2 pack - I told you it was a good coupon), just to rule out pregnancy, so I could kick my butt into gear and stop with the wanna-be anemic act. Even as I waited for the test result, my thought was, "Well there goes $6".
To say I was stunned at the positive result would be an understatement. My mouth lost the ability to speak, and I could not form the word "pregnant" in order to tell Dan, who was still asleep. (He is not a morning person.) So, I just left the test on the counter for him to discover and went about my day getting ready for work. When Dan woke up and made his way to the bathroom, I stood in the hallway, awaiting his reaction. There was a flash of confusion and then he said, and I quote, "Are you f-ing me? Are you f-ing me in the a right now?" (And yes, he censured the curse words in just that way.) My response? "Uh, nooo, I'm not 'f-ing you in the a' right now".
Yeah, we're classy folk. But I must take this opportunity to say that one of the things I love most about Dan and one of the things that first attracted me to him was his ability to catch me off guard and my inability to predict his behavior and responses. So, once again, he didn't dissapoint. I would have never, in a million years, predicted that verbal reaction.
So there you have it: the great "We're pregnant" moment for the Remkes. We're currently 8-9 weeks along, and Baby Remke is, according to the medical sites, about the size of a strawberry. Last week he/she was the size of a grape. I can't wait to see what fruit it'll be next week.
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