zach n kali

A funny thing happened to me about a year ago. I found out we were pregnant! With all the joy and excitement came something commonly called Pregnancy Brain. I've mentioned this before. Where before I could spend an hour telling Zach about the latest episode of "The Biggest Loser" (sad, but true), I now couldn't remember if I had watched it. My vocabulary was turning into one syllable words. And grocery shopping? If it wasn't written down, it wasn't bought. This unfortunately left us toiletpaperless several times. So writing definitely wasn't going to happen. I would stare at my journal or the computer screen and wait for words to magically appear. But they wouldn't. So I decided to give myself maternity leave. I knew that once our baby girl was born, my brain would return and I would be so inspired by the wonder of birth and new life that the words would just flow out of me. Ah... Hindsight is not only 20/20, it's often hilarious. Peyton was born ...

Even though the secret's out already, I thought I'd wrap up my Old Wives Tales experiment.  Here are four more that I tried to see whether or not pink or blue lay in our future: Old Wives Tale 6:   if you're carrying high, break out the pink. If your bump is low, you're carrying a boy. Gender:  I feel like this one's a little too early to tell.  It's also hard not having anything to compare it to.  So I'll consider this one a draw.   Old Wives Tale 7:  If you feel less attractive now, then you are having a girl.  The belief is that baby girls steal their mothers' beauty.   Gender: I'm going to go girl on this one!  This is definitely an interesting time!  The person in the mirror is suddenly not matching your mental picture of yourself and it takes some adjustment.  Also the hormones are not helping my skin!  Girl all the way! Old Wives Tale 8:  If you have had severe morning sickness, you're having a ...

Old Wives Tale 3:  If you are craving sweets, it's a girl.  If you are craving salty or sour, then it's a boy. Gender: I have been craving both.  Sometimes at the same time (can you say fries dipped in a chocolate shake?)  So I pray that I am not having a hermaphrodite.  Old Wives Tale 4: (this one's kind of gross, but I warned you) These instructions are from Parenting.com:  Pee in a cup, mix a tablespoon of Drano in, and watch to see if it changes color. Green = girl, and blue = boy. Gender: I have a very strong aversion to bodily fluids, but for the sake of superstition, I did this one anyway.  But instead of changing color, it turned to foam.  And then stayed yellow.  I might be worried about this, except for the fact that I went to the doctor today and he found a nice strong heartbeat.  And the fact that it's drano.  And pee.   Since these tests have revealed nothing, we'll try one more: Old Wives Tale 5: Taken f...

In three and a half weeks we get to find out whether we're having a boy or a girl (I have several posts titled "Confessions of a Recovering Control Freak" - are you really surprised that I'm finding out the gender?).  I'm very much enjoying the anticipation, but am also looking forward to knowing whether we'll be naming our baby Luke Skywalker or Princess Leia (since I had to look up the spelling, you can probably guess that that was Zach's idea).  Until then, we have a little baby Chewbacca. But just for fun I've looked up different ways of determining on your own whether you're having a boy or a girl. There are a million wacky ways from how you're carrying the baby to which way the Drano goes down the sink (I'm not kidding).  So I thought I would test these to see if they actually work.  So to start it off: Old Wives Tale 1:  If the baby's heartbeat is over 140 beats/minute, you are having a girl.  Lower than 140 indicates a boy....

I have become a food hider.  Not in the sense that I am embarrassed to eat in front of people, but in the somehow I have placed food everywhere way.  In fact, I was just sitting down on my bed to check email when I remembered, "Hey!  I have a chocolate bar in my nightstand!"  And this prompted some thinking... Why in the world do I need a 16oz. dark chocolate bar by my bed?  Will I suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and think "CHOCOLATE!"  Before I get out of bed to get Baby M in the morning, will I need a little pick-me-up?  Most people start their days by brushing their teeth; will I need to start mine with sugar? This new little life inside me says yes to all of those things.  Yes, I am pregnant.  If you're finding this out via this blog, I am very sorry and I definitely owe you an apology over a cup of coffee.  But as I thought about my chocolate, which is quickly disappearing as I write, I realized that it's not just in...