Friday, December 31, 2010

New Year's Eve

Well, 2010 was certainly an interesting year.

I want to leave that sentence by itself on a line because really, truly - Ben and I have seen some awesome/exciting/terrifying changes in our lives this year. We've tried to reflect on the past few months not just at the end of the year, but in little gulps and swallows of time, sometimes days and sometimes weeks.

Looking back at 2010, we saw many prayers answered. Some of these prayers had been prayed for a LONG time - 2-3 years. And all of a sudden: right after the other, they were answered. God's timeline was/is very different from the one we imagine(d) for ourselves. But everything seems to be working out!

In August, we found out we were expecting after 3 long years of tears, sadness, and hope. This struggle was one of the hardest emotional battles I've fought, and I continue to pray and hope for our friends who are in the same situation. This time helped us to understand each other better, to depend on God, and to open up about our hurt to others. I find it interesting that after I shared our story with a few friends and the circle of prayers grew wider, our prayers were finally answered. A good reminder to Ben and me that our church family, not just here but all over, are there for us and want to share our burdens.

However, we were a little a-feared because Ben didn't have steady employment. He took jobs with a temp agency and found a good position that we thought would be alright for a while. He also delivered pizza 2-3 nights a week. Meanwhile, we assumed I'd continue with my two jobs: teaching and Starbucks (Starbucks for the health benefits). I can't tell you how much I have appreciated Ben over the past couple of years that he's been out of law school. Work in the legal field is very hard to find right now, and he'd go to interview after interview and try his best, yet when there's over 100 other people applying for the same can be a little disheartening. Even though he was discouraged often, Ben continued to try to find a good job. He took on seemingly menial & thankless jobs like delivering pizza to help our finances.

Another answer to prayer came when a friend called Ben and mentioned a legal position in her office. Within 3 weeks, Ben was out of the temp job, done with pizza delivery, and in to his new place of employment. Health insurance followed, I left Starbucks, and life has settled in to a new rhythm. Ben's job is another long-awaited answer to prayer. I looked back in my prayer journals from a couple of years ago and there it was - "Please send Ben a good job with insurance!"

The most recent development in our lives is our prayer for a good place to live. We put our townhome back on the rental market, had a few showings, and within a week, it was rented to a new tenant! As the mama bear, I was a little worried about finding a good place to live in a few days so we could move in January.

We found one house that was okay - one person described it as a "one-hiney kitchen" - it had a yard, but was a teeny tiny house right next to a bunch of power lines (cue the tin-foil hats!). Still, it was in our price range, so we went on and applied. Then Ben and I went out and cruised the streets of Denver. We found another house and met the owner and we thought we were in love with the house! It was their first house, teeny/tiny again but in a fun neighborhood close to parks. Ben and I had pretty much decided we seriously needed to consider this one.

We looked at one other house in one of the trendier Denver neighborhoods. I have to admit, it would have been fun to live there because of all the cool shops and such right around, but for some reason, the house didn't quite jive with me. Ben was head over heels in love with the house for the local restaurant action. But Mama Bear was being picky.

Finally, we stopped by one other house. We weren't quite sure what to expect - having done our research and Google Street View, as Ben put it, it didn't look so much like a house as a guard shack. We loved the neighborhood (even though it didn't have enough public restrooms for a particular pregnant lady) but would the house measure up?

Well. The house was our Happy House. Creaky wooden floors, built in 1891, not one but two kitchen windows over the sink (something I've always wanted!), a yard with fruit trees and a grape arbor, an old raised bathtub, a laundry room, and enough storage space for all of our junk....!!!! It definitely needed some TLC because the two students living there hadn't taken care of it...but as I told our rental agent - "We love to take old houses and love on them." So if you want to come and help us move on January 15th....

We're very thankful for all of our blessings in 2010, and we pray that we'll be able to use them to serve God in 2011. Happy New Year!

Monday, December 6, 2010


Well, there's nothing like a kick in the stomach to make you start blogging again. Heh. Heh.

No really, life's been exciting the past couple of weeks as I've really started to feel the future MLS player (or English Premier League?) that's making its presence known down below. My emotions run an interesting mix between excitement, apprehension, and of course, a little anxiety as Baby kicks, punches, and hiccups its way through each day.

One of my friends at work told me she really missed the kicking and punching after the baby was born, and I can understand why! If I don't think I've felt anything for a while, I start to wonder if anyone's home down there. Although this warm fuzzy feeling might disappear in a month or two when there's no extra room at the inn.

School is winding down for the semester. They're interviewing someone for my maternity leave position tomorrow, so I get to go in and talk to him or her. It looks like my last day at the school will be in the first week of March.

There are a couple of major dates looming right now - we'd like to make it to the Florida College Lectures in February (one of the last weeks I'll be able to travel, according to my baby book - here's hoping I don't go into labor on the plane) and the last week in February is the senior play I'm directing. Don't worry - I'm making sure to plan things with plenty of help just in case.

Oh yeah, and how could I forget that our townhome is now back on the rental market and we're going to try and move before Baby is born? :) We like things to be a little stressful - we feel more motivated. Or something like that.

More coming next month about the new birth center I hope to use for delivery, as well as assorted updates on life and how we live it.

Monday, November 15, 2010

The Simple Life.

One of the side benefits of Ben's job was my ability to quit Starbucks. While I do miss my friends/fellow employees and customers there, I am appreciating the extra time to actually clean my house and plan meals. Of course, today my house fell a little bit by the wayside so I could work on GRADING for school, but otherwise, life has been pretty nice.

Last week's meals included broiled fish with rosemary potatoes, Ben's homemade chili, and Black Bean Tostadas

This week's meals include homemade pizza (thanks to resident pizza chef Ben), Bacon/Pea/Leek Risotto, oven baked chicken tenders, fish cakes (made with leftover broiled fish), risotto cakes (made got it...leftover risotto), and possibly some Esau Stew on Saturday (so good you'll sell your birthright!)

Here are some of the resources I use:
- Martha Stewart Online: has a great recipe index and lots of how-tos
- Coupon Mom: Similar to the Grocery Game, but free. Offers a coupon database for when you need a specific item that doesn't happen to be on the sale list for the week.
- Springs Bargains: A great resource for Coloradans. Weekly grocery deals and coupons that are ranked so you know how good of a deal it is.
- Joy of Cooking: Though pooh-poohed by Julia Child, we find this to be a great resource!

A quick note.

My cousin Tiffany has a young son named Caleb. A few weeks ago, while they were on a family outing, Caleb was hit by a falling rock and suffered some serious head trauma. It was touch and go for a few days, but I'm happy to say that Caleb is doing a lot better! He's in rehab at Scottish Rite Children's Hospital (part of the Children's Healthcare of Atlanta hospital system that I worked for in high school - these doctors and nurses are the best of the best and they know their stuff!) and exceeding all expectations in his recovery. He's still a long way from where he was before the accident, so we'd really appreciate it if you would add him to your prayer list - specifically, that his sight and speaking abilities would return.

His parents have set up a blog to get the word out about Caleb's recovery. Feel free to take a look by clicking the link below. If you're so inclined, post it on your blog!

Help Caleb

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Genes & Jeans.

I have to give a quick shoutout to Jenn H. and Megan C. for all their help and advice about buying (or not buying) maternity clothes. While seemingly a small thing, the daunting task of buying not only for the present tense but also the future tense is a little stressful. Since most everyone is clearing out their summer wear and it's SNOWING here, I've been freaking out a little. Thanks for the advice and thanks to those who have lent me some things! Trying to keep Baby G nice and warm (and covered...) is quite a task. :)

Ever since we've been getting ready for our big 20 Week Ultrasound, I've been mulling over a certain post regarding genetics and inherited traits. Sorry, it's the psychology minor in me (who still wouldn't mind further education in the human growth/development field...look out, Piaget!). Stay tuned for that one. But in the meantime, you should just feast your eyes on the following pics from our fun ultrasound! (By the way, Mom, you can click on the pictures to make them bigger... :)

Here's the baby's nasal bone in the first profile shot.

Ten tiny toes. Baby was trying to kick out and escape.

Here's a fist - I'm pretty sure Skeletor was shaking it at us as the ultrasound tech poked and prodded.

And finally, our favorite profile shot.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Nothing to fear but fear itself.

In his first inaugural address, Franklin D. Roosevelt had to reassure the nation that he was going to take charge and lead them out of dark times. After promising to speak with candor and boldness, he remarked that it was his "firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself — nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance."

FDR believed that action was the key to undoing the crippling fears of Americans - fear of hunger, of joblessness, of homelessness...fear of losing access to their basic necessities.

This pregnancy hasn't been without its own dose of fears. When we first discovered I was pregnant, every twinge, every small pang caused me to believe I was miscarrying. I remember lying awake several times begging God to let me keep this baby. When we asked at our first doctor's appointment about signs of miscarriage, the nurse practitioner mentioned that as long as my chest felt sore, I was probably still pregnant. I punched myself in the chest at least 3 times a day to make sure things were still on track (which might have contributed to the soreness factor, but...)

We've been waiting for this baby for two years now, and it's hard for me to believe that this prayer has been answered. It's also hard for me to believe that this could possibly be happening - that I've made it this far in my pregnancy. So many of our friends have lost children - either due to miscarriage, genetic abnormalities, or unknown causes. It boggles my mind that people my age have experienced these losses and still manage to be strong examples of faith and courage.

What I've found is that the more I sit around and worry, the more fear comes into my life and my thinking. If I get up and do what I should be doing anyways, I feel a lot better and often forget about little growing pains!

My other solution is prayer. God has been so good to us - sending us a baby, sending Ben a job that allows me to leave Starbucks, and so many other blessings besides just these big ones. If I am constantly giving thanks for the little things (a nice round tummy, a little bit of nausea, or even just a big black puppy who warms my feet while I nap), I am much better at remembering that God will take care of us.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Peaceful Thursday Night.

It's Thursday night, and the embers of our last fire are slowly dying out in the fireplace. Ben's on the couch trying to beat Angry Birds. I'm in the kitchen, ostensibly grading and getting ready for school tomorrow. The in-laws are tucked into the guest room. All our tummies are nice and full of good Thai food from the Thai place down the street - the family that runs it is always so nice and kind to us whenever we go in, so we try to go as often as possible (that, and the food is really, really good).

My house is a little messy and I still haven't finished 2 week old (2 weeks today!) Peter's baby quilt. My little nephew is going to have to get used to a late aunt.

The dog is sleeping on the staircase, waiting for one of us to say "bedtime!" so he can immediately go from sleeping mode to pouncing on the bed mode and then waiting for toothpaste mode.

It's cold outside and my lone tomato that grew has frozen and died before I got a chance to eat it. I was waiting for it to ripen...but the Colorado fall got here first!

This post might read a little like a rewrite of "Goodnight Moon" - but sometimes it's just nice to listen to the clock tick, snuggle down in your comfy kitchen chair, and just be content with life.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Thoughts and Prayers.

Some friends of ours received some hard news a couple of days ago. These are friends with whom I worked with in college, that saw Ben and I through our dating relationship, and who came and rejoiced with us at our wedding.

This was weighing on me pretty heavily. Sin reaches far and hits hard.

And at some point, looking down at my growing belly, it struck me that I am now responsible for this tiny being and its spiritual training. It's my job (along with Ben) to instill values in this child that will help him or her to be the best possible Kingdom citizen.

But at some point, this child, no matter how hard I work to keep Satan out of its life, will stumble and fall as I watch. And I can imagine that must be one of the hardest things a parent has to deal with.

It's easy to feel overwhelmed and, in a way, already defeated when you think about things like that.

However - as I read along in my Spanish Bible, I came across a phrase that I'd never seen before. The verb "dar la luz" - means "to give birth". But literally translated, it reads as "to give the light."

To give the light.

I can only hope that as I bring my child into the world, that he or she will be a strong light. There may be a time when his or her light will dim a little, in times of distress or in times when others disappoint. But I pray that there will be other strong people around to strengthen that little light and make it shine all the brighter.

"For the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not understood it." John 1:5

"Esta luz resplandece en las tinieblas, y las tinieblas no han podido extinguirla." Juan 1:5 (literally translated: "This light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not been able to extinguish it.")

"You are all sons of the light and sons of the day. We do not belong to the night or to the darkness." 1 Thessalonians 5:5

"But if we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, His Son, purifies us from all sin." 1 John 1:7

Friday, October 22, 2010

steadily growing, and growing...and growing!

Well, it's been a couple of weeks since I posted. I figured I'd keep that post up for a while - plus, it's been a whirlwind couple of weeks! My sister-in-law Megan had her baby a few days early due to some pregnancy issues, so we were busy making airport runs and hospital visits. Then grades were due at school. In the middle of all of this, I developed a reaction to the flu shot which gave me a non-contagious, weakened version of the flu (headache, sniffles, achy).

Also in the middle of this, baby decided it was time to GROW. Lots of growing pains and a few days later, my baby bump has announced itself to the world. No more hiding this one! I am enjoying the feel of it, even though sometimes I have to touch my stomach just to remember there is really a baby in there (apparently nausea, indigestion, and funky food attitudes aren't enough to convince me). A lot of friends told me that this time, around 16-17 weeks, is when you really start to enjoy being pregnant. I have to admit that I do love a lot of things about it. I can't wait to feel the baby deliver its first goal kick to the ribs. But sometimes I think to myself that if I have to put on pants again with a belly band I'm going to WIG OUT. And right now my stomach is itching righteously.

All that said, I'm going to go put my feet up, cuddle with my blanket and my husband, eat some ice cream, and enjoy some baseball and the fire he just lit in the fireplace. Come visit us in cozy Colorado! There's fresh snow all over the mountains and the leaves on the front range are gorgeous.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Yeah, just try and find a song like that.

I was trying to find a cool song lyric or two to go with the video I'm posting today, but every heart song I could find seemed to deal with bad break-ups or general mushiness.

Dr. started out using the doppler, but couldn't find the heartbeat (cue minor panic on my part - I was trying very hard not to be the panicky mother-to-be). We headed to the ultrasound room where sure enough, there it was! The first video I tried to take, baby decided he/she did NOT like the ultrasound probe sticking its nose in there, so he/she moved. So this is the second take. The doc was trying to get a good picture since we had to do an ultrasound anyways to get the heartbeat, but the baby wasn't having any of it. He/she scrunched up into a little ball and had the ultrasound been clearer, I'm sure we would have seen a tiny fist shaking at us, telling us in no uncertain terms to go away!

So here, for your enjoyment, is the baby. Password is skeletor.

Baby's Heartbeat from Jenn Greiving on Vimeo.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

And the blessings will come down...

When I'm teaching a children's Bible class, I love to sing lots of songs. I love music and I try to use it in my classroom as well - there's something about putting something to a rhythm and a tune that really makes it stick in your memory.

The songs we sing in Bible class remind the kids (and the teachers!) about God's power. Some of my favorites include "My God is so Big" and "Jesus Loves Me". But another oldie and goodie is "The Wise Man and the Foolish Man" - you know, the one that goes "the wise man built his house upon the rock..." along with the hand motions.

The last verse in that song is "Build your house (or hopes) on the Lord Jesus Christ...and the blessings will come down...the blessings come down as the prayers go up...."

We've definitely been excited about the blessing of a baby in our lives. This pregnancy is the answer to many many prayers from many friends and family.

But now we have something else to be excited about. After 2 years of searching, praying, and lots of ups and downs, Ben has been hired by a local credit union. He'll be serving as a Legal Associate. He's been on the job for two days now, with his own office and really nice people to work with!

We are beyond thrilled that this has happened and we are so thankful! Ben's job (and benefits that come with it) will enable me to leave my position at Starbucks. I'll still be teaching part-time for as long as I can, but leaving Starbucks will definitely take a lot of stress and pressure out of my life.

I'm headed to the doctor on Monday afternoon to my next appointment. If all goes well, we should be able to hear the heartbeat. Of course, as always, we ask for your prayers that everything will go well and the baby will be good and healthy.

I'm starting to feel a lot better these days in terms of nausea - I still have to eat pretty frequently but I don't feel as SICK at night as I did. Now the growing pains have started. With as tired as I've felt the first trimester (going to bed at 8:00-8:30?!), I never thought sleeping would be an issue. Last night I was pretty sure my hips/pelvis decided to do all the expansion work in one evening. But as always, I'm thankful for the little signs that seem to indicate the baby is growing and making room for itself.

Well, it's 8:44 PM and that means it's time to head upstairs and get ready for bed. If my college self could see me now...

Monday, October 4, 2010

The Walks Begin.

Roald Dahl, writing about his father...

"He harboured a very curious idea about how to develop a sense of beauty in the minds of his children. Every time my mother became pregnant, he would wait until the last three months of her pregnancy and then he would announce to her that 'the glorious walks' must begin."

"These glorious walks consisted of him taking her to places of great beauty in the countryside and walking with her for about an hour each day so that she could absorb the splendour of the surroundings."

"His theory was that if the eye of a pregnant woman was constantly observing the beauty of nature, this beauty would somehow become transmitted to the mind of the unborn baby within her womb and that baby would grow up to be a lover of beautiful things."

We've begun our "glorious walks" a little early...but with aspens and colors like these...who could resist? Colorado is one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen - I never get tired of seeing my mountains.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

A post by the numbers.

First, the number 2. Today I'm 13 weeks pregnant (according to the doctor), so we're officially going to say I'm in trimester number 2. If you ever want to make your husband panic, announce you're in your second trimester and then remind him that means you're already 1/3 of the way to birthing a baby.

As far as sickness/nausea/imminent emesis (my new favorite phrase), I'm feeling a lot better. I was definitely very blessed in the nausea department. I just feel a little sickly when I don't eat. I definitely tend to be stubborn and say to myself, "But I don't feel like eating now. Maybe I'll feel like it later." LIES. LIES, I tell you. I'm trying to be better about finding food right when I need it. Which I should probably be doing right about now.

Second of all, the number 4. I finally joined the ranks of iPhone users today. I came home, rushed joyfully up the stairs to sync all my iTunes music, and was greeted promptly by an error message informing me my Mac operating system was too old.

Gloom, despair, and agony on me.

Oh well, we've needed to add some memory and upgrade my computer for a while for school purposes. We've just been putting it off. My sweet husband ordered the necessary components for my computer and I should have it by the end of the week. In the meantime, if you have an iPhone, won't you please play "Words With Friends" with me? My username is jgreiving.

And finally, speaking of husbands: We'd sure appreciate your prayers that Ben will be able to find a good job with health benefits. He is working very very hard at two different jobs right now - something I really and truly appreciate. But I sure would like to be able to see him once in a while.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Wow. Really?

Pregnancy brings with it a multitude of interesting "symptoms" - most notably nausea and fatigue (at least so far).

Today, I experience something new.

I've always slightly mocked my own mother for her propensity to cry at movies, books, news stories, the plights of random strangers, etc. Phrases uttered included "Whoops, Mom's turning on the waterworks again," or the classic "Mom, seriously? We're going to drown."

I can only think of one time she and I really shared a crying moment. We went to our local theater to see the movie "Little Women", starring Winona Ryder and Christian Bale. Being very familiar with children's literature, Mom was savvy and brought along a box of Kleenex.

That she promptly left in the car. A fact we discovered during the movie when Beth got sick. We shared a partially illuminated look of horror and searched frantically for something, anything, to serve as a drying aide.

All we came up with was half of a paper napkin from the concession stand. It was ours, it was clean (aside from a few smears of fake butter), and it was all we had. As Hannah the maid sprinkled the rose petals on the piano, my mother and I sobbed into our half napkin, handing it back and forth.

Whatever, germophobes. We're family.

However, we knew there was more sorrow to come in that movie. My ingenious mother wrung out the napkin (wring, wring, wring, wring, wring the message out) and placed it over the back of the seats in front of us so it could dry a little. By the time we needed it again, it was actually mostly dry.

All that to say that today I cried watching a YouTube video. There is absolutely no explanation for my shedding of tears. I was sitting at my desk watching it on my computer with a big black dog curled up at my feet, breathing on my knees (and making me sick to my stomach).

Here, for your enjoyment, is the video that made me cry. Feel free to mock me.

Monday, September 20, 2010


this post does contain discussion of a couple of less-than-ideal nausea situations. Read ahead at your own risk.

I was pretty excited that I made through 10 weeks of pregnancy without puking. I was in Atlanta and ate some yogurt and an apple for breakfast before we headed out to my parents' other crib (haha, get it?) to do some flying in Dad's airplane. However, about 10 minutes down the road, my poor father got a very calm, "Hey Dad, you'll need to pull over in the next minute."

Drivers down Highway 124 on their way to I-20 were treated to the sight of the right rear door opening and me tossing my cookies for the world to see. I have to say, I felt a lot better right afterward. Mom and Dad whisked me (albeit carefully) to the local Panera where I gnawed on a plain bagel and drank a ginger ale.

Today after work, I decided to head to Sunflower Market. After all, poor Ben hasn't had any food to take to work this week, so I thought I'd get some sandwich meat and cheese. That way I didn't have to actually cook. Okay, so that wasn't my entire motivation, but it may have factored in.

Going to the grocery store is a completely different ball game when you're pregnant. Sights and smells assault you from out of nowhere. Sunflower Market is a natural foods store (but the only one that carries Boar's Head brand meats/cheeses, our go-to deli option), which means that not only do sights and smells assault you out of nowhere, but the sights/smells are compounded by a weirdness factor. You don't usually catch whiffs of patchouli oil in a regular grocery store. I'm just sayin'.

I purchased my meat and cheese from the deli counter and went to peruse the bread. As I bent over to check out a multi-grain loaf, all of a sudden, an all-too-familiar feeling started to come over me. It usually begins with a slight tightening of the jaw muscles (specifically the ones right in front of my ears), and then the throat muscles constrict...and I'll spare you the rest. I stayed like that for a minute, trying to figure out if the threat of imminent emesis was real. It was. I glanced around, found the restroom sign (located, of course, at the other end of the store) and walked quickly towards it, holding a finger/hand near or on my mouth. In the last 20 feet or so, dignity was cast to the winds and we went to full-scale speed demon with the hand completely clamped over the face. I ditched my meat and cheese in the organic juice cooler and made it the restroom just in time for the eject button.

Massaman curry is one of my favorite foods in the entire world. But it may be a while before I can face it again. No one looks good after a bath in stomach acid.

If you made it this far, congratulations. Skeletor and I salute you.

Sunday, September 19, 2010



Most people have some sort of nickname for their child-to-be. Those that come to mind are endearing, adorable names such as "Sprout," or "Peanut". Our friends Matt and Sarah called their little Reese "Bun" while she was incubating. I tried several nicknames out on my small-but-expanding pooch. Peanut didn't work. I grew up with several parakeets named Peanut and I was afraid that might have some deep psychological scarring on the child. I tried "Cub" from the movie Fantastic Mr. Fox. It just didn't seem to have the right ring to it. I tried using both gender names that we've picked out, but once again we have the deep psychological scarring issue. (and no, we're not telling the names. We probably won't find out the gender, either!)


Ben solved this problem at our first ultrasound. The picture came up on the screen.

Ben, holding my hand tightly, leaned over and whispered this endearment in my ear...

" kind of looks like Skeletor."


I am going to have to explain one day to this child why we called him or her "Skeletor" for the first few months of its existence.

Friday, September 17, 2010


Tonight Ben was working, so I cooked dinner for myself. This is the first time I've ventured to cook anything for a while - Ben has been very kind to fix bowls of ice cream, fried egg sandwiches, dinners-that-after-I-ate-two-bites-of-I-had-to-leave-the-table (not because of his lack of culinary skills, mind you, but because of imminent baby-induced nausea). Granted, my meal consisted of 2 pieces of bacon, 1 fried egg, 2 pieces of cinnamon toast, and a large glass of apple juice. I had designs on some sour cream pancakes or some nice homemade waffles, but as I drifted in and out of REM sleep on the couch, I realized that eggs/bacon were the easy way to go. Of course, now it's 7ish and my body has started the nightly nausea routine. I may yet regret my culinary prowess.

It's been an interesting food day. Haven't eaten as much as I should probably eat. I ate hummus yesterday for a nice protein boost. Today when I cracked open my hummus snack pack in Spanish 2, all of a sudden my stomach decided that it wasn't meant to happen today. It's amazing to me how food can taste so good at one time and the next minute: BOOM. It's taboo.

Even though the nausea and decision about what to eat can be kind of frustrating at times, I keep reminding myself that it's nice to feel a little bit of nausea in order to feel reassured that the pregnancy is going well. According to the doc, I'm almost at 12 weeks which is when some of this nausea should start going away.

My students were very congratulatory today. Questions and comments abounded! The one overarching question was, "Mrs. G, can we make fun of you when you get fat?" I wasn't sure how to answer this one. The knee jerk response was NO. The gremlin in me responded, "Well. If you can insult me in Spanish with proper grammar, then maybe." I then amended the statement by saying, "By the way, if I cry, your grade drops and you have to stop mocking." I may seriously regret this.

I will say that with homeschool students who don't always have a great filter anyways, this pregnancy subject is interesting and can quickly get awkward. I'm sure I'll have some interesting stories to tell soon.

48 oz of water so far. 2 more 16 oz cups to go. Time to pound it.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Trial Run

Well, as many of you know, we announced on Wednesday that we're expecting our first baby on April 3rd, 2010.

In the meantime, I have plenty to keep me busy. I'm working on a top-secret present for my sister-in-law Megan, who is expecting her baby in October. All I can say is it involves cutting a LOT of fabric. Which is really what I should be doing now instead of blogging about it. Only a few more cuts to make tonight.