So, I was a little worried two nights ago because it seemed that my baby wasn't moving around enough, so the next morning (yesterday) I counted movements during my class. (I was bored anyway.) In fifty minutes, she had over fifty distinct and seperate movements. That doesn't include the movements that I wasn't sure if they were distinct enough or not. For me that was a lot of movement. I was sure the girl sitting behind me would say something because my belly looked like a monkey in a bag.
I shouldn't have worried.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Mission Impossible
So, I'm doing a project in Canyonlands. This is Canyonlands. Yey! I get to try and predict what kind of soil is where. The problem is going and verifying my findings. How would you like to try and get from point A to point B in this kind of country?
I thought of hangliding, but if anyone invents a transporter I would like to borrow it.
At least I don't really have to worry about it. There's a survey crew digging my holes for me. (At least for the time being.)
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Toilet matters
My hubby is now a certified PERC tester for the state of Utah. (Yes, I'm so proud.) This means he can help people design and build onsite wastewater systems. In otherwords he can officially help people in rural areas get rid of their crap. (I'm so proud.) I keep telling myself that it's just something he's going to do while finishing school while my mind keeps going back to laundry issues...
On another similar note, anyone know how to decrease the water use of your toilet? I've heard of putting a brick or rock in there to displace water. What will that do? I just have been using it (le toilete) a lot lately, and wondered.
On another similar note, anyone know how to decrease the water use of your toilet? I've heard of putting a brick or rock in there to displace water. What will that do? I just have been using it (le toilete) a lot lately, and wondered.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Tagging
Shorter version of the tagging which I mercilessly received from Amelia (my sister).
1. What is your occupation? currently I'm procrastinating and writing in my blog.
3. What are you listening to right now? Streaming Soundtracks.com (music has been from starwars, casper, and some other movies called "Frontiers" and "The Secret Agent")
8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Some guy asking about the voucher issue... ?
9. Favorite T.V. shows? Avatar: Last of the Airbenders. I know it's a kids show, but it makes me laugh.
11. Favorite drink? Logan city water (or occasionally grapefruit juice or buttermilk)
12. Favorite sport to watch? none, I only play unless my arm is twisted.
13. Have you ever dyed your hair? Not in the traditional sense. The sun has made me blondish before.
17. Favorite food? Stuff I don't have to plan and make.
20. What do you do to vent anger? Wonder why I'm angry and how I can stop myself from letting it control my actions. Usually I cry.
21. What was your favorite toy as a child? Legos
27. What did you do last night? We met our neighbors
28. What are you afraid of? My own mistakes. (esp. hurting family members and not knowing it because they don't tell me.)29. What bugs you? See above and below.
31. Favorite car? Mini (Not the US one which is larger) or VW Bugs
1. What is your occupation? currently I'm procrastinating and writing in my blog.
3. What are you listening to right now? Streaming Soundtracks.com (music has been from starwars, casper, and some other movies called "Frontiers" and "The Secret Agent")
8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Some guy asking about the voucher issue... ?
9. Favorite T.V. shows? Avatar: Last of the Airbenders. I know it's a kids show, but it makes me laugh.
11. Favorite drink? Logan city water (or occasionally grapefruit juice or buttermilk)
12. Favorite sport to watch? none, I only play unless my arm is twisted.
13. Have you ever dyed your hair? Not in the traditional sense. The sun has made me blondish before.
17. Favorite food? Stuff I don't have to plan and make.
20. What do you do to vent anger? Wonder why I'm angry and how I can stop myself from letting it control my actions. Usually I cry.
21. What was your favorite toy as a child? Legos
27. What did you do last night? We met our neighbors
28. What are you afraid of? My own mistakes. (esp. hurting family members and not knowing it because they don't tell me.)29. What bugs you? See above and below.
31. Favorite car? Mini (Not the US one which is larger) or VW Bugs
Friday, September 14, 2007
Legos
Did you know that some libraries have computer games you can borrow! Yeah, I was happy about that. Go taxpayers! I borrowed a cool game called Lego Starwars. You play little Lego Starwars characters and instead of killing bad guys, you make them fall apart. You collect lego pieces along the way during the game too so that you can buy cool things at the end of the level. Anyway, you can play with a friend (who can drop in and out of the game playing at any time), and my husband and I have been playing. It's great fun. Highly recommended for anyone who wants a fun, cute, and non-annoying game. Good for all ages since anyone can learn to play.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
What I will miss...
10 bad habits I'll have to give up when baby comes...
1. Licking the ice cream/yogurt bowl when I'm done. It is one of those polite things I guess.
2. Leaving stuff on the floor. Baby will put that stuff in her mouth.
3. Sleeping in. This will be forced upon me.
4. Not getting dressed until I really have to in the mornings. (Need to set an example.)
5. Keeping the house a freezing temperature in the winter. What can I say, I like the cold.
6. Going on extremely long walks by myself. I'll have to cut them shorter because of baby.
7. Ignoring the trash can.
8. My record holding burp contests with my husband. He never burps because he thinks it is gross, so I always win. Isn't that a switch-a-roo? I'm already saying "excuse me" because baby needs to learn it isn't polite. Sigh. There goes my only talent.
9. Counting how many things I'll put on a list before I say how many there will be.
10...
1. Licking the ice cream/yogurt bowl when I'm done. It is one of those polite things I guess.
2. Leaving stuff on the floor. Baby will put that stuff in her mouth.
3. Sleeping in. This will be forced upon me.
4. Not getting dressed until I really have to in the mornings. (Need to set an example.)
5. Keeping the house a freezing temperature in the winter. What can I say, I like the cold.
6. Going on extremely long walks by myself. I'll have to cut them shorter because of baby.
7. Ignoring the trash can.
8. My record holding burp contests with my husband. He never burps because he thinks it is gross, so I always win. Isn't that a switch-a-roo? I'm already saying "excuse me" because baby needs to learn it isn't polite. Sigh. There goes my only talent.
9. Counting how many things I'll put on a list before I say how many there will be.
10...
I'm Not Gonna Die! Comeon People!
Ok. So if you haven't guessed it yet, I'm about eight months pregnant. I've been doing Hypnobirthing (Mongan Method) classes and am confident in the methods.
However, I got the feeling at my doc's appointment yesterday that she's skeptical. She hasn't watched the videos of the women who were actually using the techniques and she hasn't ever had a patient use them yet. Anyway, I think doctors really try to scare you into spending tons of money for no real good reason. I'm healthy, the baby's healthy. We are going to be fine.
Which leads me to my dream. I dreamt I was surrounded by people who had negative views of my birth in one way or another. There was my doctor talking about pain and blood. My parents rolling their eyes at each other as if to say, "whatever". Other family members talking about how much they needed the meds and how it was so awful. It was like everyone around me was trying to dictate what was going to happen to my baby and I.
Suddenly, I felt someone in my arms and I knew it was my baby. I felt her tiny hands on my skin, reassuring me that all was well. I didn't look down. I knew my imagination couldn't picture her face good enough. I stood before all of these people who I respected, but at that time resented. I faced them and told them that my baby and I had decided our birth was going to be peaceful, like the night Christ was born. We were going to use the techniques from the class, they were going to work, and everyone else could keep their opinion to themselves until after the labor. I felt empowered. I left all of those people behind and at last felt like I was calm and peaceful.
I'm not vulnerable. Nor am I weak. The baby is healthy. I'm not sick. I'm not feeling terrible. I've had a positive outlook on everything and it has made all of the difference. So please, stop being so negative around me! It just ruins the experience.
(Venting complete)
However, I got the feeling at my doc's appointment yesterday that she's skeptical. She hasn't watched the videos of the women who were actually using the techniques and she hasn't ever had a patient use them yet. Anyway, I think doctors really try to scare you into spending tons of money for no real good reason. I'm healthy, the baby's healthy. We are going to be fine.
Which leads me to my dream. I dreamt I was surrounded by people who had negative views of my birth in one way or another. There was my doctor talking about pain and blood. My parents rolling their eyes at each other as if to say, "whatever". Other family members talking about how much they needed the meds and how it was so awful. It was like everyone around me was trying to dictate what was going to happen to my baby and I.
Suddenly, I felt someone in my arms and I knew it was my baby. I felt her tiny hands on my skin, reassuring me that all was well. I didn't look down. I knew my imagination couldn't picture her face good enough. I stood before all of these people who I respected, but at that time resented. I faced them and told them that my baby and I had decided our birth was going to be peaceful, like the night Christ was born. We were going to use the techniques from the class, they were going to work, and everyone else could keep their opinion to themselves until after the labor. I felt empowered. I left all of those people behind and at last felt like I was calm and peaceful.
I'm not vulnerable. Nor am I weak. The baby is healthy. I'm not sick. I'm not feeling terrible. I've had a positive outlook on everything and it has made all of the difference. So please, stop being so negative around me! It just ruins the experience.
(Venting complete)
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Sheets
I overheated last night and almost threw up. Luckily, I didn't have school today because I needed the recovery time. I spent last night cooling off and trying to get some sleep. I filled my tub partway and sat in the water half asleep wondering if it would ever cool off this summer.
Finally, around 6:00 today the clouds literally burst. It was a light show as well as a downpour. The clouds were battlling like charioteers in Roman times, throwing their shafts of light like arrows. (Poetic eh) The wind blew the water until you couldn't really see individual droplets. My neighbors and I stood under our eaves watching the rain. It was so beautiful I almost cried. We finally had some rain.
Well, my hubby was playing ultimate frisbee in the rain. He came home with grass stuck to his face. I don't even want to look at his socks. I guess he had fun though.
Finally, around 6:00 today the clouds literally burst. It was a light show as well as a downpour. The clouds were battlling like charioteers in Roman times, throwing their shafts of light like arrows. (Poetic eh) The wind blew the water until you couldn't really see individual droplets. My neighbors and I stood under our eaves watching the rain. It was so beautiful I almost cried. We finally had some rain.
Well, my hubby was playing ultimate frisbee in the rain. He came home with grass stuck to his face. I don't even want to look at his socks. I guess he had fun though.
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