Mateo's going to daycare

Today I signed up Mateo for daycare. I thought I was going to cry at some point, but I didn't. I probably will later on. Mateo was very quiet today as well, which either means he's spending time growing, or he knew what was going on and is very sad that his mommy and daddy are going to stick him in daycare.

Sniffle.

Zoe is the cutest kitty ever!

Why proofreading is important.

You may just send out an email to VIPs with the word "atheistic" in it when you probably meant "ecstatic" or "enthusiastic" and you'd look quite dumb. But at least you made several people laugh.

What should you never say to a pregnant lady at the BART station?

"Go, go, go" while riding her back as she is trying to get on the train.

Expletives WILL be said and husbands WILL NOT take kindly to their pregnant wives being talked to like they are cattle.

I'd give the whole story, but I know my mom will have something to say about me keeping my mouth shut and so on and so forth, so I'll just leave it at that. Let's just say it's a good thing no one called the BART police because someone may have been cited. Or put in jail. I'm not quite sure how that works.

Mateo

This is just about the neatest thing that's happened so far with Mateo's growth -- both of us (which proves I'm not crazy) can feel his heartbeat through my belly on occasion. This usually happens when Mateo's moving around like a crazy boy. And we're now at the point where almost all his movements can be felt on the outside. He's still my little caramel popcorn. My little caramel popcorn who likes to punch ribs while his mom is sitting on BART. Ooof!

New questions

Now I'm starting to get the "when are you starting your leave" questions. Which is a good question because I don't know and it's one I'll be posing to my doctor on December 1.

And someone told me that on Wednesday my belly looked flat and on Friday I looked very pregnant. The last thing I want to be is a flat belly person who, when looked at sideways, her thickness is about 4 people could be lined up sideways. If that makes sense.

Meow

Monumental day today

Today is the beginning of my third trimester -- a bit more than 2 months to go and then Mr. Mateo arrives! I'm also getting my glucose test done to see if my bad eating and eating too much in general while being pregnant has caused gestational diabetes. I'm not looking forward to drinking some sugary drink and then waiting an hour at Kaiser before I can be tested, but too bad for me. I'd much rather go home and sleep.

Mateo is becoming more and more active and strong as the days go by. I looked up some in utero pictures today to see what he could be possibly going through, and I do feel bad for the little guy.
I hope he's got enough to do in there while he's all squished up in a ball of baby.

Cravings

People's favorite question to ask me is, "Do you crave anything?" Usually I say no. I mean, I'm always up for a spicy chicken sandwich from Wendys and some fries -- I don't need to be pregnant for that. And I've always been a candy snacker - when the candy is around. I can't blame that on pregnancy. But yesterday I had the strongest craving for KFC's mashed potatoes and gravy (I usually don't put gravy on my mashed potatoes too, so I knew this was the real deal -- a real pregnancy craving), KFC's coleslaw (I read in the beginning of all this that I can't eat coleslaw, although I'm not sure why and I think I need to research that a bit further) and chocolate chips cookies (while I do enjoy the chocolate chip cookie, I'm much rather have its cousin, the peanut butter cookie or a macaroon).

So I told my husband about my cravings before heading home after BARTing. He just nodded his head. I kept saying how I wanted those things. He kept nodding his head. Then I realized he wasn't going to budge. Usually I can say I want something and he'll get it for me pronto. But not last night. I whined a bit more, then he said maybe on Friday. I said that by Friday, I'll want something else. He said too bad.

Where I work, there are a bazillion places to get chocolate chips cookies, including Mrs. Fields, and I'm so tempted to take a tiny break to go stuff my face full of cookies, but I know I won't. As far as the mashed potatoes and coleslaw goes, I think I can wait for that, and I probably won't want it as much as the week progresses.

Until then:

Mateo doesn't like the vacuum

When my husband was vacuuming (yes, that's right, my husband), Mateo went bizerko inside of me. It was only until my husband moved to the hallway did he calm down. Kinda makes me sad, but whatcha going to do. The vacuuming must be done.

Mateo

My husband has finally witnessed my belly popping and even felt some of the harder kicks coming from Mateo. Mateo is quite the busy little guy.

Nothing sacred

Now I'm having fun conversations about how many times I go to the bathroom. I'm an open book. I am pregnant.

My new past time

My new past time while working is staring at my belly, waiting to see it "pop" and move when Mateo is having one of his crazy, active spells. Today is the first day I realized I can actually see the affects of his movements.

Walking

My biggest pregnancy pet peeve now that I'm in my 6.5 month of pregnancy is that when my husband and I are walking to the BART station, someone from work decides it's a great idea to walk with us. They usually want to walk fast, which makes my husband walk a bit faster than I can manage, and so I either have to get him to slow down or I tell them both to leave me behind. The later usually causes a lot of "oh no, we can't leave the mom behind, OH NOOOO...."

Yesterday this happened, and I was having the worst stomach muscle pain, which was slowing me down more than usual. I had already forewarned my husband that we may not make it to the BART station in time to catch the 4:45pm train. Someone from work ran to catch up with us and started asking all these conversational questions, like if we've been to the new restaurant in Fremont, and I was thinking, no, no, no...go away! I walk slow, I'm in pain, and I can't hold a conversation with you right now because I'm tired and don't feel like talking. I was hoping she would get her answers, say a few more pleasantries and then be on her way, but she decided it was great fun to walk .05 mph with the pregnant chick and her baby's daddy.

At some point she started walking a bit faster, which was subconsciously making my husband walk faster, which was frustrating me because I can't walk fast at all. So I put my hand on my husband's arm to indicate he needed to slow down for me. She noticed it and so I said I was trying to get him to slow down because I CAN'T WALK FAST (okay I didn't yell it, but you get the point). Then it dawned on her that I'm huffing and puffing and waddling, and oh yes, walking like a pregnant person, so she decided to mosey on along to the BART station without us. I was not sad to see her go.

What also kills me is that it's annoying enough to be behind me let alone to be behind me and my husband, but to add a third person who is trying to walk the same pace as us on the sidewalks of San Francisco? Come on, now. We've all been behind that slow person whom you want to kill because he/she is walking so slowly and you never get a chance to get around him/her but everyone else around you seems to be able to get around the slow poke. Now think of three people in a row walking slowly -- some one's surely going to be pushed down and trampled.

I'm usually brain dead by the time I leave work anyway, so it's just best to ignore the fact that I'm waddling up the street, trying to not pass out from lack of oxygen. Just keep moving, ignore me, and if you want to chat, perhaps we can set up a time to sit down and have silly conversational talk.

Recent stupid comment

As I'm walking down a hall, someone from behind told me, "You walk like you're pregnant."

I turned around to see who it was, and she said, "Well, you do!"

I said, "Um, thanks?" and continued on my way.

What a way to point out the obvious.

The pain of pregnancy

How come when you get pregnant, no one honestly tells you about the pains of pregnancy and how hard it can be on your body and your mind?

Yesterday I thought I was going to die. After working all day and lugging my large belly around, I had to grocery shop, then put groceries away and then cook dinner (cooking dinner on grocery night is never a good idea, lesson learned over and over and again, duly noted, thank you very much). By the time I was done, my left ankle hurt so bad that I was putting all my weight on my right ankle, and both bottom legs, ankles and feet were completely swollen and hurting. Not to mention my back, and even though I don't complain about it as often as I used to, I still have back pain, and by 7 or 8 at night, I can barely hold myself up. Add weight gain and an almost 2 lb baby plus all the baby weight gain (the life sustaining equipment I'm carrying around), then you've got one very sad pregnant lady.

Laying down? You suggest taking a load off and laying down? Ha, that's a joke at this point. Either side I lay on hurts, so I'm constantly flipping back and forth, which is an effort in itself. And when I do finally feel comfortable, that's why little Mateo leans on my bladder and I have to go pee for the 50th time that day.

So to all you ladies who profess to love being pregnant, you're all silly fools. The process of pregnancy stinks, the idea is just fine and dandy -- as long as you're not going through it at the time. I know, I know, in the end, I'll have my little Mateo and everything will be wonderful, and while I know this is true, I still can't help but want to crumple into a ball of goo, have a good "woah is me" cry and take a long nap (or as long as my side will let me lay on it without screaming out in pain).

Baby Human

My sister and mom suggested watching Baby Human to learn all about how smart babies are and what wonderful things they can do. I finally got a chance to stick it in my netflix queue, and actually rented it recently. My husband and I watched most of it this weekend, and now, more than ever, I'm thinking I can't put Mateo in daycare.

So, if anyone happens upon my blog who doesn't really know me, but wants to offer me a contract position after May 2007 where I can work at home and only have to go into the office every once in a blue moon, then send me an e-mail. I can write, edit, create logos and graphics, online training classes, entertaining powerpoint presentations, learn almost any application out there, and I'm smart, creative and driven. I know the MS office suite, including MS Project, Adobe Illustrator, Adobe Acrobat, FrameMaker, web publishing applications plus others. I can write across the board -- creative to instructional. Pretty much anything you give me to do, I can do it, sometimes with minimal training, sometimes without.

What have I accomplished in the past year? I designed several powerpoint presentations for senior management, created bound booklets for presentations, developed an employee incentive game used with over 400 team members plus designed the game board, designed logos for new project teams, including signage, written articles about team members on a weekly and monthly basis, and maintained our web site plus created new content.

So you like the sound of me? I'm pretty darn interesting, I tell you. Help me help you, and in the process, help me not put my kid in daycare!!

Zit!!!!!!!!!

Is now....Mateo! We finally found out that we're having a boy! This time there was real proof, thanks to the butt shot. Mateo is doing just fine and is an active little guy (I don't really need to say that since I live through all his crazy movements). I, on the other hand, am too fat and need to stop eating so many carbs. Back to eating veggies, fruit and trying to eat more protein even though I'm not much into meat (thank goodness for peanut butter and lentils). Gone are the slices of bread, bagels, chips, noodles....sigh.....

Halloween 2006

Halloween was very uneventful. As we do every year, my husband and I went to my parent's house so my husband can do his yearly chore of handing out candy so my parents don't have to. My mom had bought full size candy this year, so I figured the word would get out and her house was going to be hit by every kid around. At least, that's what happened when I was a kid.

I think there were about 10 kids, if that. Which left my mom with about 50 candy bars. She gave us the unopened box of candy bars and told my husband to hide them from me. Last night I left them on the counter in the kitchen. This morning, they were mysteriously missing. I think that's very unfair.

One kid did wise up to the full size candy bar house -- she apparently made two trips, which my husband didn't tell me about until we were in the car.

When we were leaving the neighborhood, I saw what I thought was a lady sitting on her porch, as if she was waiting for kids to show up. I told my husband he should of sat on the porch like she was. He then told me that was the girl that came to my parent's house twice. When did kids stop looking like kids and start looking like slobby adults?

Then we spotted a huge group of older kids crossing the street. One kid was trailing the group because he was dressed as a very large marshmallow. On second glance, he was not a marshmallow -- he was dressed in a white shirt and just happened to weight about 300 lbs. At least he was getting his exercise for the month.

Halloween 2007 will be much better because Zit will be around and dressed in a cute shark costume my friend M pointed out to me. And I won't be so tired that I can't hunt for the Halloween candy my husband hides from me.