From the monthly archives:

November 2007

Pregnant Whine

by Marilyn on November 26, 2007

Complaining and pregnancy go hand in hand. Virtually every woman, at one time or another, complains while she is pregnant. Some women aren’t shy about their whining. They’ll post about it freely on their blogs, or tell the person standing next to them in line at the grocery store. Others, particularly those that had difficulty conceiving, might feel that they shouldn’t complain. That maybe, if they complain, it will appear that they are not eternally grateful to be pregnant in the first place. Now, come on. We all know that almost all women, the infertile as well as the fertile, are grateful to be having a child. Just because someone complains about the aches and pains and annoyances of pregnancy, doesn’t mean they don’t thank their lucky stars that they’ve been blessed with a little bundle of joy. So lets just get that out of the way up front, shall we? ALL PREGNANT WOMEN DESERVE TO BITCH. It’s a uniquely difficult (in the physical sense, though it’s no cake-walk in the emotional sense either) experience and anyone who can make it the whole nine months without even THINKING a negative thought is a robot.

That said, I want to get into my latest pregnancy whine.  It’s my face, ya’ll.  OMG.  I haven’t seen a face like this… well, EVER.  Even at 15 years old, I didn’t break out this bad.  It’s on my cheeks, my chin, around my mouth, on my nose, on my forehead… good grief!  And it won’t go away.  Now, I will admit, I don’t take the best care of my skin.  I know, Amy would recoil in horror knowing just how little I do for my skin.   I don’t wash it as much as I should, I never use moisturizer or anything else like eye creams or anything.  I’m pretty low-maintenance.  But in the past, it’s never been a problem.  I just put my acne cream on whatever trouble spot I’m having (and it’s never EVER plural) and the problem is solved.  This time, not so much.  The cream isn’t cutting it.  I mean, I guess it keeps things under moderate control but the breakouts (especially the ones on my cheeks) will NOT go away.  They just get worse.  And worse.

I’ve never had this before.  Not with any pregnancy.  I was getting to the point here that I didn’t think there was anything new under the sun, you know?  I’ve been pregnant now a total of five times.  True, one of those times fizzled a 1/3 of the way through, but still.  I never had skin like this.  If you buy in to that sort of thing, the “Old Wives” would have you believe that a different pregnancy means a different gender.  Plus “they say” that acne means you’re having a girl.  All I can say is, if this child isn’t a girl, then this boy is totally grounded.  I’ll put up with some spots (okay, a LOT of spots) for a shot at a girl, but a boy is gonna have a heck of a time getting away with that from me.

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Christmas is upon us

by Marilyn on November 25, 2007

We had a rough time with Christmas budgeting last year and that’s a trend that looks to continue this year. The good news is that next year it should be a lot better. We’ve just had to tighten the belt quite a bit lately and losing my design business revenue since Liam was born made a big difference. December was a pretty good month, interesting enough, for blog design. And it was nice to have that while we did.

We have a plan this year. Harry has asked for some fairly high dollar items (including something that he wouldn’t get even if I were a millionaire, a motorized dirt bike). We have it on good authority that his #1 Santa gift, a telescope, has already been purchased by family so we don’t have that to fret about. But he also wants a Wii. We would LOVE to get a Wii for him too. Because, shoot, we’d like one too. Those things are sick fun. Alas we figure our budget, per boy, is $100. And you cannot get a Wii for $100. We hope to get one soon, maybe after Christmas when we’ll have a great deal more money on hand. The thing is, we are already planning to get an Xbox 360 with Halo 3 after Christmas so the Wii may have to wait. We pretty much know what we’re going to get the boys so that’s a good thing.

We aren’t going to get each other much of anything. Because for the most part, what we want would definitely be out of the price range. Plus, the Xbox is going to be something of a family gift as we’ll all enjoy it. So that’ll be sort of like a post-Christmas Christmas present. But what we are going to do is get each other a bunch of small stocking-stuffer style gifts (think $5 to $10 price range) . This way we have some things to open and it should be funny. We did that years ago, back when we were still in an apartment and low on money and it was a blast. See, it’s not the presents that are important. It’s the fun and togetherness and the magic of the holiday. I hate that our society has made Christmas this giant commercial monster and you feel bad if you don’t spend at least $1000 on each member of your family. I don’t want to feel bad anymore.

Christmas is what we make of it. And I want to make it fun and magical for my kids this year. I’m through with worrying about being able to buy enough presents or the right present. I want to get some fun things to share with my family and sit under the tree, drinking hot chocolate and munching on popcorn and listening to Christmas music. And 20 years from now, my kids won’t remember what they got as a present this year, but hopefully they will remember (or rather, hopefully Harry will remember) all the fun we had together.

Thoughts Aside
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Good Fortune (or lack thereof)

by Marilyn on November 24, 2007

I’ve been thinking over this subject more and more in the last several months.  I don’t consider good fortune to be the same thing as good luck.  Good luck covers a more broad definition of the subject.  It includes non-material (but no less awesome) thing such as having a great family, a good career and a fairly worry-free existence.  We haven’t always had good luck around here, it seems to come and go in phases.  Right now, we’re having a lot of good luck.  I mean, if getting pregnant by surprise without even trying after all those years of infertility and loss isn’t good luck, I don’t know what is.  At the same time, having a baby suddenly entangle itself in its own cord at 38 weeks gestation and subsequently die isn’t bad luck, I don’t know what is. We’ve seen our fair share of both.

But one thing we haven’t really had is good fortune.  I don’t know about you, but I define fortune as being a lot more material in nature.  It’s having a job with an awesome Christmas bonus, winning some fabulous prize from an amazing contest, and just basically having excellent material luck.  Kile has a great job at the university.  It’s very stable and we’ve been able to enjoy some awesome benefits over the years.  Kile also gets great vacation benefits.  He couldn’t begin to use up all his vacation and sick leave.  So we never have to worry about taking time off if he needs to because he always can.  And while there was a period of time where we had no HMO medical plans to choose from and had to go with a sucky PPO, at least we had that.  And his 401K is fantastic.  He has a mandatory 21% contribution to his 401K each month and the university matches him dollar for dollar.  Not many employers offer that.  As a result, we have a fantastic retirement account already.  We also aren’t able to touch it which was frustrating when we were buying our house but beneficial to us in the long run.  It is, in essence, our savings account.  Because let’s face it.  There’s not much left each month to save.  Not right now, at least.  Because while working for the state gives you job security and benefits, it doesn’t pay a whole lot.  His same job with another company would probably pay quite a bit more.  And he would probably have a Christmas bonus, something he doesn’t get now.  It’s a trade off.

We make do, and I’m able to stay home with the kids.  But we just don’t have a lot extra.   But that’s not all.  I just don’t have good fortune, personally.  I don’t win contests.  I have gotten to where I rarely enter contests anymore because I know the chances of me winning something fabulous like hundreds of dollars or some amazing piece of electronic genius or a family trip to someplace wonderful is really, really, REALLY small.  I’ve tried in the past and have never succeeded.  No pink Dyson’s, no iPods, no laptops, no Disney cruises.  So why bother?

I don’t have fortune with my own business ventures either.  I do okay, considering.  And I’m grateful for every little bit I do get from blogging.  But I’m no overnight success.  And I’m pretty well okay with the notion that I never will be a raging success either.  Nothing I write brings the readers in droves.  I enjoy a nice, healthy and loyal readership and I am very thankful for that.  But I am not going to ever make the big bucks from this (or any other) blog.  I just don’t have that good fortune.

If there are two paths to take, the fortunate and the unfortunate, I always get the unfortunate path.  If I was ever given the fortunate path by some happy mistake, I’d probably die of shock.  In the meantime, I am satisfied with breaking even and making it one day at a time.

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Nests are for the birds

by Kile on November 23, 2007

Is it really still November?  Crikey it seems like this month just keeps going on and on.  Anyway what we were talking about?  Oh yes, embarrassing things about Marilyn!  What is it about being pregnant that brings out the nesting instinct in women?  Marilyn is already a bit of a “nester” even when she isn’t pregnant but it becomes overwhelming when she’s got a bun in the oven.  For her it manifests itself in the corner of our living room next to her chair and on the table between our chairs.  The other night after dinner I looked over at the table and my mind boggled at the pure physics of all the crap piled up.  Seriously, this pile of assorted cups, bowls, silverware, paper plates, etc. broke more than one law of physics not to mention the law of gravity.  The table itself is only measures about 18 inches across but the pile itself is about double that.  As Marilyn carefully placed another empty yogurt cup on the one side the whole structure groaned slightly and I swear I felt a tremor.  I looked at her aghast and the only thing I could muster was “Now that’s just a work of art!”  I’ve since cleaned said table off and as I sit and read this notice that the foundations have already been laid for the next masterpiece.  The pile next to her chair scares me.  I’m positive that everything we’ve lost in the past couple of years is somehow buried in that pile including several remotes, toys, small pets, etc.  I would clean it up but I don’t have a big enough stick or a gun.  I’ll warn you now that Marilyn will try to turn her nesting habits around to make it seem like its my fault and complain something about some tables sitting in the garage that I “haven’t done anything with yet even though I bought him a can of spray paint” but she’s really just deflecting the real issue and I guarantee that a bigger table will only provide a canvas for a bigger piece of art.  Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!  Nest week is my last post :(

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Post-Turkey Ruminations

by Marilyn on November 23, 2007

Dear God.  I didn’t think that much food existed in the world.  I should have taken pictures of it all because I don’t think you all will believe me when I tell you it was more food than I’ve ever seen before in my LIFE.  We had our Thanksgiving with friends at their house and the sheer volume of food was just incredible.  It brings a tear to my eye to remember it all.  First off, there was snacks.  Veggie trays, fruit trays, seven-layer dips, salsa, french onion dip, deep fried sausage pockets and these egg roll things that I was assured were fantastic but I didn’t try.  Of course, then I noticed all the Hornsby’s.  If you aren’t familiar, Hornsby’s is a hard cider.  It’s alcoholic and quite possibly my favorite alcoholic drink ever (next to margaritas and appletinis, of course).  And there was SCADS of it.  And I could have NONE of it.  I consider that tantamount to torture.  I’m sure I could have easily finished off an entire six-pack on my own had I been able.  I LOVE that stuff.

Anyhow, there was plenty to eat even before the dinner was rolled out.  And oh.  The dinner.  First, there was a 25 pound turkey.  Have you ever seen a 25 pound turkey?  They’re ENORMOUS.  I swear, the thigh on this thing was bigger altogether than the turkey we had for Thanksgiving last year.  And instead of getting all dried out, it stayed moist which is a true testament to our friend’s cooking abilities.  But that wasn’t all.  We also had a 2 pound barbecued tri-tip that was marinated in something absolutely fantastic and I swear this stuff melted in your mouth.  It was SO GOOD.  But that wasn’t it.  No, we also had a giant spiral-cut ham too.  THREE kinds of meat.  Then there were two kinds of potatoes, cranberry sauce (the jellied kind), fruit salad, fruit salad with whipped cream in it, some sort of fluffy green jello sort of thing, cheese and broccoli casserole, cheesy zucchini and corn casserole, stuffing, homemade rolls with homemade honey butter, and gravy.  Can you picture this?  All this for 8 adults and 7 kids (two of whom are babies and only one of those babies ate even a tiny bit of the food).  So there were some serious leftovers.  And I didn’t even mention the PIES.  Oh dear god.  We had pumpkin (of course!), blackberry and blueberry, apple, coconut cream, and chocolate cream.  All homemade.  All with homemade whipped cream.  Liam was a huge fan of this whipped cream and the pumpkin pie.  I nearly blew up from all the food I ate.

We had a great time.  It was so much fun to hang out with people instead of being by ourselves.  Even though we had to constantly chase Liam out of the Hornsby’s (a kid after my own heart).  Harry had a great time and we barely saw him the whole day.  After dinner we all played on the Wii, which was great fun as always.  I somehow ended up in 4th place playing bowling which is just awful.  It was so much fun.  We went home with big smiles on our faces.  And then I collapsed in a heap and entered a turkey coma.

We had a “plan” to go shopping at 7 this morning.  I had seen a Kohl’s ad that showed boots (just like the boots I want!) on sale for $17, from their original price of $65.  Since I’m a mere shadow of myself without boots, I had to have them.  Imagine my surprise when I woke up not with the alarm at 6:30 as I was expecting, but at 7:30 with sunlight streaming through the window.  It took me another 20 minutes to convince Kile to get up.  And then we had to have breakfast.  And then Kile had to shower.  So it was 9:30 before we got to Kohl’s.  And yeah, there were no boots left in my size.  Dangit.  So that sorta put a damper on things.  I really wanted those boots.

We also called one of the ultrasound places in town to check their prices (the other place was closed).  It’s $100 for a 2-D gender determination and $200 for a 3-D/4-D ultrasound.  DAMN, I would like to do it.  I want to find out SO BAD.  But $100 just before Christmas?  I can’t forsake presents for this. If I was a cheesier sort of person, I’d set up donations on the blog here for a gender ultrasound.  But, that’s incredibly cheesy and other people have Christmas looming too!  Plus, much as you all are kind and express your anxiousness to find out along with me, I doubt you care as much as I do about finding out.  Shoot, I doubt ANYONE cares as much as I do about finding out.  I guess it’ll have to wait until at least January.

You have no idea how much this is killing me.

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