Holy moly, this inspiration shoot is gorgeous. Have you seen it? Makes me want to become a pirate and get married again. Seriously.
This past weekend was a wonderful holiday weekend – which meant, the perfect time to get out of town and do a little socializing with old friends. Jon and I packed up the car, dropped off the puppy, and drove straight to Dallas Friday afternoon, where we met a couple we know from pilot training at Vance (in OK).
It was a whirlwind of eating, swimming, talking, switching hotels, eating some more, shopping, and zooing – the last resulting in my very first time petting a giraffe. Yes you read that right, I pet a giraffe. And it was the coolest thing ever.
On the way out of town, we did a little shopping and Ikea, and decided on a chair for Baby’s room, then headed to Buy Buy Baby (which – if you’re pregnant, will be, or know someone who is, or you just love babies, GO THERE. best baby store ever) to try out a few strollers I’ve been reading up on. Low and behold, we decided on a stroller! Which we will be registering for – in case anyone needs gift ideas for baby. 😉
Aside from the morning sickness, changing hotels, and driving over 13 hours in one weekend, it was a blast.
This was supposed to happen yesterday. But as you’ll see later in this post – nausea has hit. Also, I need to find a better way of doing these. I feel so awkward, and I think it comes through the photos. Anyway, it’s baby time.
How far along: 7 Weeks.
How big is baby: Our little Blueberry.
Total weight gain: 0 lbs.
Maternity Clothes: Still in my normal clothes. Obviously.
Sleep: Restful, but I’ve definitely been waking up in the middle of the night. Doesn’t help that Jon gets home at 3 in the morning and then I’m up for an hour.
Best moment of the week: Telling some friends earlier than expected!
Food Cravings: I had my first REAL pregnancy craving last week. Brownies. I could smell them. I wanted one so badly (and I don’t even like brownies).
Food Aversions: Pretty much everything. But especially sushi.
Symptoms: Two words, fifteen letters. MORNING SICKNESS. I haven’t “tossed my cookies” yet, but boy have I been nauseous. ALL DAY LONG. Not just morning.
Movement: Not anytime soon.Though in two weeks, Baby will start moving! I won’t feel it yet, but it’s going to happen!
Gender: My thoughts are still girl, but maybe a little less sure this week.
What I’m looking forward to: Week 8 and hopefully a little less nausea. And still my DR appointment!
What I miss: Being able to eat!
Do you have any plans for the long weekend? Jon and I are dropping off the puppy and driving to Dallas for a weekend of relaxation with old friends from Oklahoma. Swimming, shopping, eating, sleeping will all be done. Have a wonderful Memorial Weekend, loves.
And thank you to all the heros who made and still make Monday what it is.
Photo via Explore My World
I reinstated our Netflix account so I could watch The Business of Being Born. Have you seen it? Ricki Lake is the Executive Producer. It’s all about home births, midwives, and the overmedication of our laboring mothers in hospitals. A definite must watch for any pregnant woman, or any person thinking of having a baby. Dads too.
I will admit, there are a few notions that are a little hippy for me. I believe we have made medical advances for good. We are able to be much more safe when delivering a baby. But if that is the case, why is the United States number 49 on the list of infant mortality rates (lowest to highest)? As high as 1 in 3 births is done by cesarean section in the US now.
Going into the documentary, I already had my stance. When I have my children, I would like to try for a natural birth. No drugs, no surgery. I’ll work with a certified midwife who can communicate my very specific birth plan to the hospital in which I give birth, in case something goes wrong. That being said, I was not overly shocked by any of the information in the film. I was in awe, however, and teared up more than a few times.
“We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.”
I’ve put off writing this post until I’ve finished all three of Suzanne Collins’ books in The Hunger Games trilogy. I wanted to make sure I had all the facts, and that everything was straight in my mind before I sat down and tore humanity apart. Unfortunately, even after finishing the final book, Mockingjay, last night, my thoughts are still not straight.
My first foray into The Games was amongst 12-16 year olds in a packed theater. The Hunger Games had been out for one night at was already making records. Making people talk. But as I sat around these young people, I was unsure of what to think.
The premise, for those of you who may have been vacationing in a third world nation with no TV or internet for the last couple months, is the distant future of North America, a country now called Panem, comprised of 12 outlying districts who all provide food, products, etc. for a all-powerful Capitol. A Capitol who forces 24 children, aged 12-17, to fight to the death, leaving only one victor, year after year as a reminder of it’s power.
I am still sickened. Yes, a fabulously written series, one that I can see schools adding to the curriculum once it becomes a little less mainstream, and therefore a little more boring for school children. The story of humanity. The story of war. The story of power. But with all of these, comes the story of hate, hunger, and evil.
I sat in this theater and heard girls giggle when Haymitch, a past winner of The Games – and a total drunkard – first appeared on screen. This is where my heart started to hurt. This man, who had obviously done and seen unimaginable things, was driven to drinking so that he can not feel. So that he can not remember. So that he does not have to deal with what he was forced to witness and participate in. Why were we giggling at his drunken state? Why weren’t we heartbroken for him?
As the movie continued, my tears silently fell. Looking around, I was one of the few people crying. Was this entertainment? Was this a love story to these children? I felt as though we were missing the point of the series.
As I read all three books, I had so many people asking me how much I loved them. I didn’t know how to answer. Yes, they were riveting. I definitely could not put them down. But did I love them? No. I did not. I found them absolutely painful. Heartbreaking. Saddening.
I won’t ruin the story for any one, but throughout the entire saga, I saw war. I saw the effects of war on people. On children. On families. On love. And I think Ms. Collins did a phenomenal job covering ALL of it. All the aspects of war (although, I assume she cut out the “boring” aspects of war in favor of a book that was not 700 pages long). The nightmares that Katniss Everdeen, our leading lady, faces every night are founded. Are real. Are how we would all react, if we were able to handle things well.
So do I love these books? No. Will I read them again? Most definitely. When my children are young adults and we need to learn about war, hate, power struggles, and hunger, we will pick these books up. But I am still confused about how I feel. Hopeful, yes. The series does end with a bit of hope, which I am glad for. But disgusted, sickened, sad, and heartbroken are all adjectives I would use to describe my feelings. And not just for the books, for our human kind.
For the girls who giggled at Haymitch, not understanding why he drinks. For the mother’s who have written about the movie, stating that it was unsuitable and too savage for their children. For the teenage readers who are caught up in the love triangle which they may think is the center story. For the readers who did not get what I believe Suzanne Collins was trying to say. For our humanity, which has seen brutality like that in Panem before, and can get there again if we’re not careful. And not to mention, our relationship with third world countries.
As a side note: Jon has read the first two books. He has mentioned that perhaps I am as sickened by these books as I am because I am pregnant and bringing a child into this world. He might be right. I might be a bit oversensitive.
So much sleeping. This part of my pregnancy promises to knock out the most energetic of us all, and it’s no secret that I’m not a peppy cheerleader anymore. I need, and love, my sleep. So naps througout the weekend were required, especially since I can’t seem to sleep past 6:45AM anymore.
And we saw What to Expect When You’re Expecting. I was one of the pregnant ladies in line at the bathroom as soon as the movie was over. I’ll admit, it was pretty cool.
Not much of a change this week. Actually, I was going to skip it… but the husband was not going to have anything to do with that. He’s a sweetie. He reminded me it was time to take my picture this morning.
How far along: 6 Weeks.
How big is baby: A little lentil bean.
Total weight gain: 0 lbs.
Maternity Clothes: Definitely not.
Sleep: Good still. I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night, and it’s been a bit harder to fall to sleep, and I wake up at 6:45, but still restful. One strange dream already!
Best moment of the week: Getting the results of my blood test back – positive!
Food Cravings: Hmm… none really. I’ve still been craving healthy foods. And sushi.
Food Aversions: None that I can think of!
Symptoms: The girls are bigger and much, much more sore. And frequent urination. And sleeeeepy-ness.
Movement: Not for a while.
Gender: Still feeling girl, but who knows.
What I’m looking forward to: My first doctor’s appointment, and my first ultrasound in a few weeks!
What I miss: Not much this week… maybe sushi though…