Saturday, December 11, 2010

Monday, October 18, 2010

Miracle Juice

I'm sure the mother's out there are aware of the miraculous powers that breastmilk has, but I just have to share this because it's crazy awesome.

God made our bodies pretty cool.

So...Mayah had an eye infection. I emailed our midwife to see what might be the cause/cure, and she told me it was probably a small case of conjunctivitis (very common in newborns who have tear ducts that are a little slow to open).

She told me to use breastmilk.

I emailed her back and said "USE breastmilk??? Like, put it in her eye????" "Yes", she said. "Just use a dropper and put some straight into her eye. Breastmilk has macrophages which eat bacteria and kill infection."

So I put milk in her eye.

Her eye is a million times better.

Then, Mayah developed a little rash on her face (again, common in breastfeeding newborns because she's getting a big 'ole dose of my hormones with each feeding, so it caused her to break out a little bit).

I wondered....

So I put milk on her face.

Her breakout had gotten BAD. It was starting to get scabby around her ears and her entire little face was red.

We woke up the next morning and it was almost completely gone.

A couple more applications and her little face was baby smooth again.


I burned my finger. This is a very common occurrence in our household. Whenever I try to cook, I inevitably burn my finger on the oven. This culinary attempt was no different.

The burn immediately started to blister and was bad, and very painful.

SO....I put some milk on it :-D

The pain went away instantly. I wrapped it in a bandaid, and the next morning there was NO sign that there had ever been a burn on my finger.

Did you know that burn centers around the world use breastmilk to cure their patients?

Breastmilk is pretty miraculous stuff. God made it to do a lot more than just feed babies. People use it to cure colds, soothe sore throats and heal wounds. Some have also been known to use it as a substitute for contact solution :)

It has been scientifically proven that women who breastfeed have a greatly reduced risk of breast cancer. Did you also know that donor breastmilk is used for various purposes in over 25 different medical procedures?

Since I'm so amazed with this miracle juice, I've decided to partner with Gus Portokalos, market it in conjunction with Windex and make a fortune off of a line of new face creams. I think we'll call it WindMilk...since BreastEx might give the wrong idea for the cream's intended usage.

So for those of you who use the phrase "rub some basil on it", I think you should seriously consider replacing "basil" with "breastmilk". Just try it and see what kind of reactions you get. :-D

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

Rules of Life with a Baby

1. It's okay for the guy to carry a man purse...even if it's red and says "Kate Spade". It has diapers in it, so it's not emasculating.

2. Ponytails and chipped nail polish are the "in thing"...just keep repeating it and eventually you might believe it.

3. Nobody else is allowed to say the word "tired" unless it is preceded by "the baby kept us up". It just isn't true otherwise.

4. "Where'd those socks go?!" has a whole new meaning when they're an inch long.

5. Pitching a hissy fit can and DOES get you what you want.

6. The word "nipple" no longer sounds sexy or dirty.

7. When getting dressed, you color coordinate your outfits to match the poop, boogers and spit-up that will eventually grace your clothing.

8. The words "oooooh look how tiny!" are no longer construed as a bad thing.

9. You have an awesome new excuse to not participate in lame social events.

10. There's no such thing as too many pictures....well, there might be, but you don't give a hoot.

11. While you can't show off your injuries like former "battle wounds", you now how have awesome "you think that's bad? Well guess what I did!" story.

12. If the sermon is boring, just pinch the baby and head out!

13. All surfaces CAN be cleaned. It may take bleach and steel wool, but it CAN be cleaned!

14. You will learn to read lips while watching television.

15. You become very skilled at doing tasks with one hand. "Oh look dishes, I just washed you with my left hand! What now???"

16. Many of your old phrases are now being replaced with things like: "crud buckets", "sugar foot", "mother of pearl", and "shut the front door".

17. Frozen dinners are perfectly acceptable...and eventually you get past that aluminum taste.

18. You can fart in public and blame it on the baby.

19. "There's milk in the fridge" does not necessarily mean you can have a bowl of cereal to go with it.

20. "Your body is a wonderland" has suddenly become "your body is a vending machine".

21. For the first time in your life you will use the words "mom, you're a genius".

22. An obsession with toes/ears/tummies is considered completely normal.

23. Baby wipes can substitute for all of the following: napkins, eyeglass cleaner, paper towels, toilet paper, wash clothes, burp rags, armor-all wipes for your car, Windex, makeup remover, Kleenex, doggy mud-wipes, dust rags, screen cleaner for your ipod, phone, computer or television,, and miniature surrender flags (just wave them in the air when you've had enough and you need someone else to take over).

24. Spit baths really do work, and can also be used on your husband.

25. A 3 course dinner simply means you will eat one sandwich over the course of 3 hours.

One final thing I've learned: If you want to rule the world, just have a baby. People move out of your way, get you anything you want and have nothing but wonderful things to say to you :) My evil plan is working.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

The Big Day

There was an Office marathon on TBS. It could not have been more perfect.

Contractions started in the morning, like I said they would.

I spent the whole day watching Steve Carell make a fool out of himself, and finding reasons why I wasn't in labor.

You see, it wasn't that I didn't want it to happen. In fact, I felt overly prepared for any scenario that may have arisen. I just didn't believe it was happening.

It didn't hurt. Everybody told me it would hurt. It didn't hurt. It was uncomfortable, but far from what I would call painful.

Before too long, my husband and my mother picked up on the strange faces I was making at about eight minute intervals, and they decided it wise to call the midwife. She said to "keep her updated", and told us she'd come whenever we were ready for her.

I told them they were crazy, I was NOT in labor.

Around 6:00 that evening, my contractions moved to about five minutes apart, and we moved the Office marathon to the TV upstairs in the bedroom. A friend came and took our puppies (after I kissed them both goodbye, of course), and mom called the midwife and told her she'd better come soon because we were gonna have a baby.

I still didn't believe them.

After several more contractions, the midwife arrived and checked me. I told her if I was dilated at all, it'd only be 1 or 2 centimeters because I really didn't think I was in labor. I was dilated to 7.

I believed them.

After that, I continued watching The Office and I paced up and down the hall. Our midwife read a book on gardening, mom took obscene pictures (both in the amount and in the content of the shots), and Nathan paced with me. He was an excellent pacer :) He was the best birth partner a girl could ask for. He never left my side. He was literally right beside me the entire time (mind you, he was armed with his Blackberry so he could make regular Facebook updates, but he was with me nonetheless). I love him for that. He ended up seeing a lot more than he planned, and he never once complained about it.

When things started to get serious, they got really serious. Everything I had read and heard said that pushing was supposed to be the "easy" part, the relief after the pain of was not a relief.

They neglected to tell me (and I'm thankful for this), that Mayah was coming out posterior (face first...against the massive cone head she had acquired, having dropped 6 weeks before). They neglected to tell me this because I've heard the story of my own birth so many times.....the 32 hours my mom labored with me (in a similar posterior posotion), the last minute hospital transfer they had to rush into, the forceps, the pain, etc....and I guess they knew it would have scared me. They were totally right.

From about midnight on, I pushed. And I pushed. And then I pushed some more. I pushed for two solid hours.

It hurt. A lot.

Apparently the 12 hours I spent having contractions were the calm before the storm.

The bruises on Nathan's arm might tell you how much it hurt.

The neighbors might tell you how much it hurt.

My mom had to leave the room to cry, which could tell you how much it hurt.

In my head, I had no idea how close she was. I had been pushing for so long and was so completely exhausted, that when the midwife told me she could see her, I didn't really believe her (it was a trend for the day). I wanted to be done. I wanted her to be out. I wanted to breathe.

Then I finally saw her head for myself.

I knew I was close to the finish. I took a deep breath and pushed for everything I was worth. I could feel the end, and I was so thankful. Her head was out, and with one final push, the rest of her 8lb 12oz body came right out.

She made some peaceful little squeaky noises to let us know she was alright, and as we cleaned her up and marveled at the size of her cone head, she grabbed my finger.

Her tiny little hand wrapped completely around my finger, and she looked up at me with her giant eyes, and I was in love :)

The first thing her daddy noticed is that she shares his dimpled chin. He'll also tell you that it only took holding her for a second to fall completely in love.

I could share more gory details, but if you really wanna know, I'll tell you in person...I'll spare those who read my blog that really DON'T wanna know the rest of the story :)

Here's some pictures from our first few days as a family:

Tuesday, August 31, 2010


Obviously my little brother was W.R.O.N.G.

Now, since he was so incredibly incorrect, we will resume the regular countdown blogs :)

We officially have two weeks left!

I don't have much else to say except to reiterate that my brother was WRONG.

I like saying that.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Late Night Posting...

It is now a few minutes after midnight on August 28th.

I'm going to bed in a few minutes and when I wake up tomorrow, my mommy will already be on her way here with the lovely Sara, Sara, and Jessica and the sweet miss Emily and Mr. Titus.

If my brother is correct, this may be the last night I sleep through the night for a while.

We'll see what happens. For now, it's off to bed. Busy day tomorrow!!!


Thursday, August 26, 2010

Leave the Gun, Take the Cannoli.

Last night, I had a dream...

I dreamed that my husband and I were running frantically through the woods.

We were running so frantically because we were being chased by a giant grizzly bear.

Nathan was carrying Maggie and I was carrying Rocco, and we continued to run.

Every now and then, we would stop running, see how far away the bear was, and then we would manage to squeeze through these tiny little holes (think a buried pvc pipe) and belly crawl to the other end, then we would resume running....only the bear would be closer because belly crawling through tiny little holes is obviously a waste of time.

Now, the funny part of this dream is how much my father would have hated it. You see, watching movies with my dad will teach you one lesson:

"Don't drop the weapon!"

This lesson is always YELLED at the screen when someone (generally the helpless damsel in distress) runs out of ammunition and decides to then chuck their gun at the head of their enemy rather than search for more ammunition. This is my father's greatest pet peeve...and that's saying something, because he has a lot of them.

Now, throughout the course of this dream, I went against all my training and instincts and somehow threw about 16 different guns at the bear. I kept stumbling across more guns, and rather than shooting the bear, I just pitched the gun at its head...hoping my aim would somehow be improved this way :/

It went something like this:

1. Stumble across gun.
2. Stare at it as if thoroughly confused.
3. Turn to face the bear.
4. Chuck gun. Hard.
5. Possibly hit bear in face.
6. Turn and run again because gun impact did no damage to said bear.
7. Repeat steps 1 through 6.

Towards the end of the dream, we got to a house. Now, the smart thing would have been to lock the doors behind us and just be at peace....but instead, we let the bear chase us into the house.

We hid in the shower.

The bear found us.

We managed (puppies in hand) to entice the bear into the shower, get ourselves out of the shower, and pull the shower curtain down on top of the bear, thus hopelessly entangling it.

Now, mustering every ounce of instinct I had left in my body, (but being out of guns, having thrown them all at the bear's head) I whacked the bear with the shower curtain rod, knocking it out.

We then peacefully strolled outside, took our keys out of Nathan's pocket, got into our 2005 silver Honda Odyssey and drove to safety.

This is not a "pregnant" dream. I have these kinds of dreams all the time. I just had to post this one for my father. :)

Sunday, August 22, 2010

My Grouchy Blog

I'm not in a particularly grouchy mood today, but while I'm slightly in the mood to laugh about these things, I wanted to record them. This way, when I am again well rested and non-hormonal (I realize that will probably be a couple of years) I can come back and further amuse myself with the audacity of some people.

It truly amazes me what people have said to me because I'm pregnant. If I was not pregnant, there is NO WAY people would say any of these things, but apparently being super-sized, exhausted, and hormonal means I can better accept criticism and advice. .....really??

So here are my top "favorite" things people have said to me over the past 8 1/2 months, and what I really wanted to say back to them:

- "Are you sure you're not having twins????" Yep, I'm sure. Two ultrasounds to prove it. But THANKS for making me feel super fat.

- "You look soooo tired!" Why thank you, I am exhausted! But you could just come out and tell me I look like crap. Don't beat around the bush :)

- "Are you surviving this heat??" Last time I checked, I've still got a pulse. Yes it's hot, but I do know how to turn the air conditioning on and stay out of the direct sunlight.

- Are you sooooo ready to be done with this??" Hmm...lemmie check. YES. However, my baby girl is NOT ready yet, and she takes priority right now. I prefer a well done baby as opposed to a medium rare baby. I think I'll manage another couple of weeks.

- (This may have been my favorite so far...) Today, a lady kept baiting me, asking me about all the difficult parts of my pregnancy, and getting me to tell her all about when I was sick and how I'm tired and can't get comfortable when I sleep and such, and then she looked at me and said (with extreme pride as if she was the only one in the world who ever felt this way) "well IIIII actually enjoyed ALL of MY pregnancies, and I wouldn't have traded any minute of them!" Really, thanks for that. You know what? I love the parts where I can feel my baby kick, and when we got to see her on the ultrasounds, and when I got to pick out her crib and baby clothes, and when we decided on her name, and when I felt her hiccups for the first time, and when Nathan got to feel her move the first time. But you know what? I can't say as I've enjoyed "blossoming" outward for the last nine months, puking my guts up for 3 months, having to swallow horse-pill sized vitamins every day, and now being so exhausted and not being able to get comfortable in any position...those parts, not so crazy about. But I'm SOOOOOOO glad you didn't puke your guts up or feel "icky" at any point in your pregnancy...that really makes me want to hug you right now.

- "You're having your baby at HOME????? YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!!" Um....yep. We can.

- "Just wait til the baby is here..." This is said in many different forms and in response to many things. The other day, I was sharing a dog story with a friend, and she had the audacity to tell me that if I couldn't handle my dog, there was no way I was gonna be okay with a kid. i never said I couldn't handle my dog...we were swapping dog stories...didn't realize I was leaving myself open for criticism. Another one happened when somebody ASKED me if I was tired. I responded with "oh yeah, but just because I can't get comfortable...I've got plenty of time to rest, just can't seem to sleep!" So their immediate comeback was "well, just wait til the baby is'll never rest again!" Thanks, wasn't aware of that. Another favorite is when I say how I enjoy hanging out with friends, or I'm having fun doing something...somebody always says, "well just wait til the baby is here; you won't be able to do those things anymore!" Riiiiiight, because everybody who's ever had a baby lost all of their friends and were never able to go to the movies again.

- Possibly the worst (said when a person's child is acting out) - "See what you have to look forward to????" No, I'm sorry that your kid is a pain and doesn't ever listen to you, but I plan to discipline my child. (I haven't actually said this out loud, obviously, but I've SOOOOOOO wanted to on more than one occasion!)

- "Make sure you get plenty of rest while you still can!" Thanks for the advice, because I didn't know I needed to sleep. Honestly though, is resting more now really gonna help me after a 12+ hour labor?? Pretty sure I'm gonna be tired after that no matter what happens. It's like people think that sleeping extra time now is similar to putting sleep in a freezer....that way, when I'm tired after the baby is here, I can just go pull out a bottle of "sleep", thaw it, and be good to go for another 24 hours!

- "Are you ready to have a baby?" Well, I don't think that's really the question to be asking NOW, but yeah, I actually AM ready to have a baby. I'm aware that there will be no sleep, that I will probably pull some hair out, that my relationship with my husband will change, and that I'll go a little crazy, but YES I am ready to be a mom and to meet this kid.

- "You are TOO young to have a baby!" Okay, well you're too old.

- "WOW your boobs are HUGE!" This one comes from a specific person (who does not read my blog, don't worry), and I'm really really really really really really sick of it. Yes, I'm aware that they have gotten bigger, but I'm also aware that yours aren't small. The worst occurrence of this happened when my in-laws were here. This particular person turned around DURING COMMUNION, and IN FRONT OF GLEN AND VICKI and made a gesture as if to say "they've grown even more!!" I'm pretty sure everybody sitting within ten pews saw her do it. I was mortified.

- "You won't make it through a natural birth. Nobody does." You're right, none of the millions of women who had babies before they invented the epidural were able to successfully deliver their baby. Thanks for the encouragement though :)

" "Do you have any stretch marks yet??" Hmm....I don't really see how that's any of your business, but no, my tummy is stretch mark free, thanks. "Well, it won't last. You'll get some, but it's okay. You're not a real woman until you have stretch marks." Awesome.

- A few more of my favorite things people say on a regular basis: "You HAVE to use this product", "you won't want to hold your kid all the time", "you'll be so ready to get out of the house after you have the baby", "you aren't gonna like that one...this is the one I used, you should get it because it's better", "enjoy every minute of this because you're only pregnant for so long (generally this occurs after they've spent half an hour telling me how horrible their pregnancy was)", "caffeine won't hurt your baby", and "oooooh, if you can't sleep, you should try _______ (drug item)".

Please do not read this blog the wrong way...I mean it in jest and fun. I feel I've been relatively genial during this pregnancy, and obviously don't respond with these phrases. But I also know that most of the people who read my blog have been pregnant at one time or another, so you can probably relate. Obviously everybody thinks their way is the best and only way and if I'm not doing it their way then I'm "crazy" or "haven't done my research". Yes, I've had my feelings hurt on more than one occasion from people saying insensitive things, but for the most part I try to laugh it off. If you're ever pregnant and I dare say something insensitive to you, I give you full permission to punch me in the face.

Oh, and the next time somebody asks me "how much longer" I have, I'm gonna respond "til what?" ...I just wanna see what happens :-D

Friday, August 20, 2010

Cardinals and Command Strips

Today's number is 25!! Unless, of course, you're my brother. Then you apparently think the above number says "8". Silly boy.

This weekend, I'm roughing it on my own. I've eaten pasta and ice cream, I'm watching Harry Potter, tomorrow I will participate in a live fantasy football draft, and then I'm headed off to the spa to get a prenatal massage, and a full spa mani/pedi...courtesy of my madre and grandmadre. Happy birthday to me :)

The reason I'm alone this weekend is because my dearest hubby was recruited to travel to St. Louis for a "small group" conference. Our minister invited us both to tag along this weekend, but seeing as how I'm not reeeeeeaaaaaally supposed to travel at this point, we decided it would be a better idea if he went without me...although I'm pretty sure the main reason he went was in hopes of catching a baseball game....too bad he's only going to the movies without me :/

I still don't like spending the night by myself...although I mind it less now that we have dogs. They may not be big enough to cause any damage, but they're certainly alert enough to let me know if something is wrong. So far, we're in the clear :)

Also on my list for tomorrow, I plan to make a trip to Hobby Lobby. I need two exciting things: command strips and velcro. Command strips so I can hang "Mayah" on the wall above the crib, and velcro so I can secure the crib bumper (apparently "one size fits all" really means "one size MIGHT fit your crib if you're lucky enough to have bought one of the pre-approved cribs").

That's all for now. Thanks for reading :)

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Super Freaks. We're Super Freaky.

Obviously I hate this picture, but today's blog is dedicated to my dear, sweet, baby brother (who also happens to be the most obnoxious Yankee fan out there).

Yes, the Yankees have won 27 World Series. It's ridiculous. I keep reminding my brother that it's only because they have a market that stretches across the world, so they have the revenue to buy their way into the playoffs every stinking year....but I digress.

The reason today's blog is dedicated to my brother is because I think he's psychic....either that, or he'd just make a really excellent bookie. (College job option #1.)

Before Nathan and I started dating, Kevin said we'd be together by the first week of January.

- We started dating on January 2nd.

After we were together, he said we'd be engaged within two months.

- Nathan proposed on February 23rd.

Kevin then stated we'd be married in August.

- Even with my original plans to hold off until December, the wedding got pushed August.

Now for the really scary part: Kevin said we'd have a baby in about two years. We laughed it off, said "no way, you're crazy", and then obviously proved him right.

This time, however, he's gotten really brave and made a prediction on, not only the time frame, but the exact date as well.

Two years ago, when Nathan and I were getting married, Kevin said we would have a baby on August 29th, 2010.

That is only a mere two weeks earlier than my actual due date, and frankly, it freaks me out that he was that close in the first place.

As my mother put it, I hate to be superstitious, and it feels a little silly for banking on my BROTHER...but all indications point to an early baby. The baby has dropped, I'm measuring a little ahead of schedule, etc...

Everybody keeps telling me "all first babies come late! Don't get your hopes up!", and believe me I'm not getting my hopes up...I think I'm getting my "freak outs" up.

However, if she comes on the 29th, she'll share the illustrious day with:

My dearest beloved cousin Lindsay
Michael Jackson
Richard Attenborough
& Ingrid Bergman

So frankly, it seems like a pretty good day. I'd be okay with's just that my brother's "abilities" are a little frightening.

I already think my mother is a little like Hiro Nakamura with her ability to tell time. She also too closely resembles Miss Cleo with her ability to read my mind. I'm now starting to think my brother is my own personal Zoltar. Of course we all know my dad as the "horse yeller", but I wonder what my undiscovered super-power is?? If we determined that now, I'd be the "super-eater"...I think I may hold off a few weeks before I try to uncover my ability.

If Kevin is correct, I plan to write a memoir: The Reynolds Family Heroes, We're Super Freaky.

As of right now, my mom's plans are to drive up here on the 28th. Perhaps Kevin is just making this prediction to mess with us???? Well done little man, mission accomplished.

So even though today is technically day 27, according to my brother, it's day 10. That's almost single digits. Kevin, I'm not sure whether to love you or hate you right now, but if you're right, I may start betting on the Yankees.

Friday, August 13, 2010

32, 24!!....Hike?

It may only be a little after midnight, but it's already been a great birthday!

Apparently I find pleasure in the small things.....

- I found a bag of dark chocolate kisses in the freezer.
- We actually remembered to watch Whose Line tonight.

I will very much miss chatting with my birthday buddy, Tony. Have fun partying with Jesus :-)

Other people I am privileged to share a birthday with: Alfred Hitchcock, Fidel Castro (I'm not sure if that's a privilege, but it's a fun fact, nonetheless), Scott Hamilton, Annie Oakley, Danny Bonaduce, Dan Fogelberg, Don Ho, and Bert Lahr, a.k.a. The Cowardly Lion -- Jessica, that one's for you!

Today's baby countdown number:

Significant things:

- The number of completed, numbered piano sonatas by Ludwig van Beethoven

- The jersey number for Shaquille O'Neal during his playing time with the Miami Heat, Phoenix Suns, and Orlando Magic.

- Josh Hamilton of the Texas Rangers wears the number 32.

- There are 32 NFL teams, and also 32 teams that always participate in the FIFA World Cup.

In the Year:

32 A.D.

- Although there is speculation about the accuracy of this, it is possible this is the year Jesus was crucified.


- Amelia Earhart flew from the USA to Derry, Northern Ireland in 14 hours 54 minutes.

- Brave New World, the novel by Aldous Huxley, was first published.

- Radio City Music Hall opened in New York City.

Now for the other number of today: 24!

This is one of my favorite songs anyway, but it seems appropriate today.

My birthday wish...

In 18 hours, I'll have the lovely company of my madre and my madre's madre, at which time we will be dining at the marvelous Buca Di Beppo! My fav....and because I'm so awesome, I got a coupon in the mail today for $10 off our meal! WOO HOO!!

Okay, thank you for indulging me. Now I'm going to get some sleep so I can finish making my house presentable tomorrow :) Goodnight all!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Story Time

Today's Story:

Lying in bed his morning, my husband decided to tell Mayah a went a little something like this:

Nathan: "Once upon a time there was a man named Jed. Jed was stupid. Jed's family was also stupid. Jed struck oil and made his family really rich, so they all moved out to Beverly Hills. They were still stupid. Now Jed is in politics; somewhere in Florida, I think..."

Kacey: "Honey, I believe you mean 'Jeb'."

Nathan: "Oh, right. Still stupid. Who names their kid 'Jeb' anyway???"

He Told Him!

One of our dear friends is currently in medical school and just does NOT understand our desire for a natural birth. In small group the other night, he was lecturing us on the benefits of labor inducing and pitocin. There's not much "explaining" a different view to this guy, because he doesn't really try to understand. I was getting a little frustrated with his lack of respect for our choices, and his forcefulness in his opinion that "oxytocin" and "pitocin" are exactly the same thing. My dear husband sensed this, looked at our friend and simply said "If pitocin were the same thing as oxytocin, they would have named it oxytocin."

It made everybody in the room giggle, and was the perfect opportunity for me to change the subject :-)

Organization Frustration

I'm already running out of room in the baby closet. It's full of clothes, diapers and everything else "baby". Mom is still bringing me a HUGE load of things that didn't fit in our car after the last baby shower, and I have another baby shower this Sunday! We are feeling extremely blessed by all of this, but any attempt at organization has put my sanity on the line.

My dear mother-in-law (I believe, having sensed my frustration at our lack of space) purchased a dresser that matches our crib, and is having it shipped to us :-) YAY for storage space!!!!! Thank you MIL!

It's that time of year again!

No, it's not Christmas...although that would be awesome. It's fantasy football time!! Yes, I am still my mother's child, I'm just being "well-rounded" like she always wanted me to be!

Rather than going and buying a "cheat book" this year, I have made my own exhaustive draft list, encompassing at least 20 choices for each category, their position, team, ranking and bye week; all in order of my preference.

All I want is ice cream

That's all. I just want ice cream. It's unfortunate.

These are the ramblings of my mind today. The countdown will resume soon. :-)

Sunday, August 08, 2010

My Favorite Number

Yes, as my little brother knows, 37 is the best number. Why? We're not sure. It just is.

It also just happens that this number falls on my 2nd anniversary. :-) Happy anniversary babydoll! Love you lots, and I've had a wonderful two years with you so far!!!

Reasons why the number 37 is great:

- Richard Nixon was the 37th President of the United States.

- Stephen Strausburg, current phenomenon pitcher for the Washington Nationals, wears the number 37 on his jersey.

- Ron Artest wore the number 37 while he played for the Los Angeles Lakers.

- 37 is the normal temperature of a human body in degrees Celsius.

- William Shakespeare is believed to have written 37 plays (when you count Henry IV as three parts).

In the Year:

37 A.D:

- It is believed that Saul of Tarsus "saw the light" in this year, and was henceforth known as Paul the Apostle.

- The Roman Emperor, Nero, was born in this year.


- Michigan became the 26th state admitted to the United States of America.

- Queen Victoria announced she was officially moving from St. James' Palace to Buckingham Palace.

- Wild Bill Hickok, Dwight L. Moody and Grover Cleveland were all born in this year.


- The Ohio River flooded, sinking the city of Paducah under the rising water. 27,000 residents were forced to relocate and it is still said to be the worst natural disaster to ever strike the city; even in light of the recent ice storm. In commemoration of the flood (and as protection from further such incidents), the city erected the flood wall, which has since been covered with murals, and is one of the city's most prominent tourist attractions.

- Howard Hughes set a new record by flying from Los Angeles to New York City in 7 hours, 28 minutes and 25 seconds.

- The first issue of the comic book Detective Comics was published in the United States. Twenty-seven issues later, Detective Comics introduced Batman. The comic went on to become the longest continually published comic magazine in American history; it is still published today.

- The first ever Krispy Kreme doughnut shop was opened.

- Abraham Lincoln's head was dedicated at Mount Rushmore.

- The first edition of J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit was published by George Allen & Unwin, Ltd. in London.

- John Steinbeck's novel, Of Mice and Men, was first published.

- Warren Beatty, Merle Haggard, Billy D. Williams, Colin Powell, Jack Nicholson, Frankie Valli, Madeleine Albright, Bill Cosby, Morgan Freeeman, Jane Fonda, Anthony Hopkins, and (most importantly, because he's my favorite and because today, August 8th, is actually his birthday) Dustin Hoffman were all born in 1937.

In the Movies:

Walt Disney brought us his first full-length animated feature, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Cary Grant told us The Awful Truth, while Frank Capra directed us through the Lost Horizon. Shirley Temple portrayed the little girl Heidi, Spencer Tracy retold us Rudyard Kipling's story, Captain's Courageous, Katharine Hepburn and Ginger Rogers burst through the Stage Door, and the Marx brothers took us to A Day at the Races.

I hope you've enjoyed this historical recounting as much as I have. I'm pretty sure I picked a great favorite number...especially considering the Nixon and Hoffman tidbits.

Don't make fun of me. Let me revel in my own nerdiness. Someday, maybe my daughter will appreciate these things as much as I do :)

....A mother can only dream.....

Friday, August 06, 2010

This too...

Why are there people in the world that leave when they still have so much life to live?

Why are there people who can't have children of their own, when I have one I didn't even ask for?

Why does innocence get punished while those who mean harm get overlooked?

We've done such a sufficient job of screwing this world up that it only makes sense for things to be unfair. Good job us.

But just because we've done it to ourselves doesn't make it any easier to deal with.

Life will never be fair, so I guess Tony is lucky that he doesn't have to worry about that anymore. Still, the world will be a little less fair without him in it.

People love you the most for the things you hate
And hate you for loving the things that you cannot keep straight
People judge you on a curve
And tell you you’re getting what you deserve
This too shall be made right

Children cannot learn when children cannot eat
Stack them like lumber when children cannot sleep
Children dream of wishing wells
Whose waters quench all the fires of Hell
This too shall be made right

The earth and the sky and the sea are all holding their breath
Wars and abuses have nature groaning with death
We say we’re just trying to stay alive
But it looks so much more like a way to die
This too shall be made right

There’s a time for peace and there is a time for war
A time to forgive and a time to settle the score
A time for babies to lose their lives
A time for hunger and genocide
This too shall be made right

I don’t know the suffering of people outside my front door
I join the oppressors of those who i choose to ignore
I’m trading comfort for human life
And that’s not just murder it’s suicide
This too shall be made right

- Derek Webb

Tony, take rest in God's fairness, take comfort in his peace, and know that you were a blessing to all.

Thursday, August 05, 2010

40 Days and 40 Nights

Appropriately, it rained today. Not just rain...serious thunderstorms. Clouds that turned the sky black and lighting that made it turn purplish-gray. It was excellent.

Yes, today is day 40.

Significant things:

- The letters of the word "forty" are in alphabetical order; this is the only number that has this linguistic property in the English language.

- Negative forty is the temperature at which the Fahrenheit and Celsius scales correspond; that is, −40°F = −40°C. It is referred to as either "minus forty" or "forty below".

- Ali Baba had forty thieves.

- Ronald Reagan was the 40th president of the United States.

In the year 1940:

- Cartoon character Elmer Fudd made his debut in the animated short Elmer's Candid Camera; also Bugs Bunny made his debut in the Oscar-nominated cartoon short, A Wild Hare.

- Axis powers Adolf Hitler and Benito Mussolini met at Brenner Pass in the Alps and formed an alliance against France and the U.K.

- Winston Churchill, in his first address as Prime Minister, told the House of Commons, "I have nothing to offer you but blood, toil, tears, and sweat."

- Nazi Germany began the Blitz Kreig on London (the first of 57 consecutive nights of strategic bombing).

- Again, many other things happened in this year....but mostly war related. Not much but more bombing, death and destruction...and I don't really feel like bogging down my baby blogging with all of that nonsense.

In the movies:

In 1940, Disney released two box office smashers, Pinocchio and Fantasia. Also in this year, Lawrence Olivier starred in Alfred Hitchcock's Rebecca, Cary Grant, Katharine Hepburn and Jimmy Stewart told us The Philadelphia Story, Charlie Chaplin let the world laugh at Nazi Germany in The Great Dictator, and Henry Fonda took The Grapes of Wrath from paper to the big screen.

In other news:

This really is just a waiting game now. We're down to the wire...the time of "she could come any second and it would be okay, but it could still be another month and a half of waiting". I've gotten a large part of the baby laundry done, and the crib is all put together and ready to be slept in. We had another appointment with our midwife last night, and she said Mayah's head is pushing down even further and that everything is still "perfect". We also got to meet her assistant, who is nothing like I expected....really I don't know what I expected, but a young, red-headed girl was just not what I pictured. She's really sweet though, and seems like she'll definitely be a good asset to have around when the time comes!

Sunday is our 2 year anniversary, and the following weekend is my birthday :) Mom and Nana are coming up to visit me and do "girly birthday" stuff with me all weekend! They're also bringing the remainder of the items from our baby shower (the ones we couldn't fit into our car), so I'll have more laundry to do and Nathan will have more things to put together!! :) That Sunday we are having another baby shower with our church here in Indy....I'm very excited to hopefully get the last few things that we need and finish putting everything baby-related together.

Also, I got a raise! Super exciting, and extremely well-timed! It wasn't just a little "inflation" raise was a "we love you and think you're doing an amazing job" kind of raise. Thank you God for taking care of us when we ask you to...and even when we forget to ask you. :)

As for now, I'm very much enjoying crossing each day off the calendar. Even if I don't blog every day, I still know that it's getting closer, and that is excellent news. As a celebration of my soon-to-be returning abilities to sleep on my stomach, drink caffeine, and breathe in second hand smoke, I used my portion of a gift card to order a new coffee thermos. It has the "Rays" logo on it, which makes me a pretty happy girl...especially since they are now ahead of the Yankees in the AL East. If you read this, just take a moment to remind my little brother that his team is losing. Sincere thanks :)

P.S. I really miss sleeping on my stomach.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Today's number guessed it.....48!

Significant things:

- 48 is the retired number of President Gerald Ford's jersey at the University of Michigan.

- 48 Hours is a television news program on CBS.

- Arizona was the 48th state to join the Union.

- 48 is the number of Ptolemaic constellations.

In the Year 1948:

- Indian pacifist and leader Mahatma Gandhi was assassinated by Nathuram Godse.

- The United States Supreme Court ruled that religious instruction in public schools violated the U.S. Constitution.

- The Hells Angels motorcycle gang was founded in California.

- The World Health Organization was established by the United Nations.

- President Truman signed Executive Order 9981, ending racial segregation in the United States Armed Forces.

In the Movies:

Hamlet, starring Laurence Olivier, opened in the United States. A few other notable titles...The first screen adaptation of Charles Dickens' Oliver Twist, two blockbusters starring Humphrey Bogart - The Treasure of the Sierra Madre and Key Largo - and a personal favorite of mine, Alfred Hitchcock's, Rope...the story of the "perfect" crime. If you've never seen it, I highly recommend it :-)

In other news:

We have another appointment with our midwife tomorrow, but as of two weeks ago everything was "perfect" :-) She said my weight gain is right on track, the baby is in position, and everything looks good to's just a waiting game now. Mayah gets this hiccups about 12 times a day, and Nathan is still thoroughly amused when he can see her little feet stick out of my's all fun and games till she gets up under my ribcage and makes me want to scream.

Right now it is 2 a.m., and my husband and I cannot sleep, so we're going to watch Stranger Than Fiction...another personal favorite. :-) To all of you who are sleeping...congratulations.

Monday, July 26, 2010

The Big 5-0

Yep, it's a big day.

13 days from now we celebrate our 2 year anniversary, and 18 days from now, I will turn 24.

The number 50 has so many things associated with it that this could be the longest blog known to man...I'll try to prevent that from happening :)

Important things:

- Paul Simon listed 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover

- Adam Sandler had 50 First Dates with Drew Barrymore

- There are 50 states in the U.S.

- There are 50 chapters in the book of Genesis

- JFK is on the .50 cent piece, or the half dollar

- Speaking of .50 cent....he's a rapper

- There was the Attack of the 50 ft. Woman

- People who celebrate their Golden Anniversary have reached 50 years of marriage. Per the name, the gift for this celebration is supposed to be gold.

- 50 is the retired number of the former North Carolina basketball player Tyler Hansbrough

- 50 is the atomic number of tin

In The Year 1950:

- President Harry S. Truman ordered the development of the hydrogen bomb, in response to the detonation of the Soviet Union's first atomic bomb in 1949.

- Uruguay beat Brazil 2–1 to win the 1950 World Cup.

- The comic strip Peanuts, by Charles M. Schulz was first published in seven U.S. newspapers.

- Shirley Temple announced her retirement from show business.

- Mt. Etna erupted in Sicily.

- There were plenty of other things happening in this year, but they mostly had to do with bombs and wars...and frankly, I didn't feel like listing them all.

In the Movies:

There was only a small handful of movies released this year, the big four being Cinderella, All About Eve, Sunset Blvd. and one of my very favorite classics, Harvey. If you've never seen Harvey, go rent it next Easter ;)

Sunday, July 25, 2010

I know, I know....

Somebody harassed me tonight about not know who you are.

I am well aware that the above picture is not a number in the countdown, however, it has a significant connotation; which if you can figure it out, you'll know where I am on the calendar.....or you can just count down the days from my last blog post...but don't. This is more fun.

Also, I kind of feel like there's an alien growing inside of me, so it seems appropriate.

A few significant things about our mystery number:

- In the 2001 World Series, the MVP for Arizona, Randy Johnson wore this number...

- There was a WWII fighter jet that was named the P___ Mustang.

- Jimi Hendrix had a song called "__st Anniversary"

- The '__ Guitar is a Fender line, made by their secondary producer, Squier.

In the Year ____:

- Dennis The Menace appeared for the first time in cartoon strips.

- Julius and Ethel Rosenberg were convicted of conspiracy to commit espionage.

- Rogers and Hammerstein's The King & I opened on Broadway and ran for 3 years. Yul Brenner got his start with this show :-)

- The Catcher in the Rye was first published by J.D. Salinger.

- The "Shot Heard 'Round the World", one of the greatest moments in Major League Baseball history occured when the New York Giants' Bobby Thomson hit a game winning home run in the bottom of the 9th inning off of Brooklyn Dodgers pitcher Ralph Branca, to win the National League pennant after being down 14 games.

- CBS debuted two very important things: The premier of I Love Lucy, and their "eye" logo.

Also, Phil Collins was born this year. That's important.

In the Movies:

In this year, there were a few big movies that have all since had remakes done: The Day the Earth Stood Still, Strangers on a Train, and Alice in Wonderland. Also in that year, an American found themselves in Paris, and a queen found herself in Africa. Most importantly in this year, there was Stanley and of course...STEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...(After whom my streetcar is named.)

Happy Alien Countdown Day!

Friday, July 16, 2010

Don't Feel Like It

We're down to 60 days. I have no picture today, I apologize.

Love you all...I just don't feel like blogging. If you want, you can research your own facts and entertain me today...I'd like that :)

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Short Post...

I only have 6 minutes left in today, so I'm just giving you a picture...

The only thing I'll say about this day was that 1976 was the 200 year anniversary of US Independence. In this year, the bicentennial quarter was made. My great granddaddy used to collect those quarters and I still have a roll that he collected and gave to me. I know they'll probably never be worth more than .25 cents, but I'll always hang on to them.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Today's number:

It's been a great weekend, and we're down another 5 days! It's getting closer, and I really am getting excited. As I get further along and I can feel the baby moving more and more, I get more anxious to actually see her and hold her. I want to be able to see those little legs kicking, not just feel them.....but all in good time. As Vicki said this weekend, she's not done baking :-)

Glen and Vicki did come up for a visit this weekend, and if you're friends with any of us on facebook, you've probably seen all the pictures Glen posted. From the moment they got here, we were busy doing stuff; we went to the movies, went to the zoo, went to an Indian's game and they even stuck around on Sunday to watch Nathan play softball after church. We had a blast, but now we're worn out!

Now on to the important things ;)

Significant things associated with 77:

- It is possible for a Sudoku puzzle to have as many as 77 givens yet lack a unique solution.
- Portland Trail Blazers coach Jack Ramsay led his team to their only NBA title in his first season. #77 was retired in honor of the 1977 NBA title.
- During World War II in Sweden, at the border with Norway, "77" was used as a Shibboleth (password), because the tricky pronunciation in Swedish made it easy to instantly discern whether the speaker was native Swedish, Norwegian, or German.

In the year 1977:

- The world's first personal computer, the Commodore PET, is demonstrated at the Consumer Electronics Show in Chicago.
- Apple Computer Inc. is incorporated.
- The Oakland Raiders defeat the Minnesota Vikings 32–14 at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena, California.
- Snow falls in Miami, Florida (despite its ordinarily tropical climate) for the only time in its history. Snowfall has occurred farther south in the United States only on the high mountains of the state of Hawaii.
- Focus on the Family is founded by Dr. James Dobson.
- Star Wars opens in cinemas and subsequently becomes the then-highest grossing film of all time
- The Portland Trail Blazers defeat the Philadelphia 76ers 109–107 to win the NBA finals 4–2. Bill Walton is named series MVP.
- Elvis Presley performs his last-ever concert, in Indianapolis, Indiana's Market Square Arena. Later that year, the king of rock and roll dies in his home in Graceland at age 42. 75,000 fans lined the streets of Memphis for this funeral.
- Groucho Marx Dies
- The modern Food Stamp Program begins when the Food Stamp Act of 1977 is enacted.
- Reggie Jackson blasts 3 home runs to lead the New York Yankees to a World Series victory over the Los Angeles Dodgers.

In the Movies:

As previously mentioned, George Lucas took over the screen in 1977 with the release of Star Wars: A New Hope, which grossed $461M in its box office stint. A few others worth mentioning from this year....Richard had a close encounter, while Woody encountered Annie. Travolta danced the night away in his white suit, and the Bandit outran Smokey.

Unfortunately as the numbers get smaller, the movie section will get shorter...that's just the way it works. We'll have to switch to classic novels and radio specials at the end ;-)

Have a wonderful Monday!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Another Down....Lots More To Go...

Today's number:

Significant things about the number 82:

- The code for international direct dial phone calls to South Korea.

- The ISBN Group Identifier for books published in Norway.

- Joseph Haydn's Symphony #82 in C Major is called "The Bear" (composed in 1786).

- Six hexagons can be arranged together in 82 different ways.

In the year 1982:

- A crowd of over 100,000 attends the first day of the 1982 World's Fair in Knoxville, Tennessee.

- The Weather Channel airs on cable television for the first time.

- Cal Ripken, Jr. starts the first game of what eventually becomes his record-breaking consecutive games played streak of 2,632.

- Prince William is born at St Mary's Hospital in Paddington, West London.

- The first compact discs (CDs) are released to the public in Germany.

- The Vietnam Veterans Memorial is dedicated in Washington, D.C., after a march to its site by thousands of Vietnam War veterans.

- Michael Jackson releases "Thriller", the number 1 selling album of all time.

In the Movies:

Dustin Hoffman became Dorothy Michaels and marched around in a red sequined dress. Richard saved Debra from her horrible life as a factory worker, and Elliot saved the alien and sent him home. I'm not gonna lie...those were the only decent movies from 1982. The only other ones I'd give mention to are Poltergeist and Annie. Other than that...seriously dead year for movies :-/

In other news:

We've finished all of the episodes of Lost that we can get our hands on...season 6 comes out in August. So until then, we'll just have to wait. We've started watching Heroes now, but are only a couple of episodes in so I'm not hooked yet. I'll let you know if I get as hooked on this one as I did on Lost. Truly, Netflix Instant Queue is an amazing thing. Love. It.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

A Few Days Behind...

So I've had an extremely busy weekend, and this is really the first time I've been able to sit down and think about blogging...which is nice, because the weekend flew by.

Down to business.

Significant things associated with the number 83:

- Eighty-three is the sum of three consecutive primes (23 + 29 + 31) as well as the sum of five consecutive primes (11 + 13 + 17 + 19 + 23).

- No stable isotope of any element has an atomic mass of 83.

- Frank Sinatra charted 83 Billboard Top Hits.

Things that happened in the year 1983:

- My baby daddy was born.
- Seatbelt use for drivers and front seat passengers became mandatory in the United Kingdom.
- The final episode of M*A*S*H is aired and the record for most watched television episode is broken.
- Sally Ride becomes the first American woman in space, on the Space Shuttle Challenger.
- Ronald Reagan announced that the Global Positioning System (GPS) would be made available for civilian use.
- McDonald's introduces the McNugget. (I find this one to be incredibly appropriate because my first official craving happened today when I woke up. The first words out of my mouth were "I need chicken nuggets!")

In the Movies:

Pacino had his little friend and Leia had her gold bikini. Eddie and Dan traded places while Matthew Broderick started a global thermonuclear war. Chevy took his family to Walley World and while a bunch of college friends got together to mourn their lost buddy (Kevin Costner....whose face is never shown in the movie). Tom Cruise danced in his underwear, while Jennifer Beals danced to "What a Feelin'". Shirley and Debra made every woman in America cry, and Michael Keaton became a "mom". The Bond legacy passed from Roger Moore to Sean Connery, and the scariest things of all....Cujo scared the living daylights out of every dog owner, and the biggest shark in the world quite literally jumped off the screen and into audiences everywhere.

In other news, Glen and Vicki are coming to visit us this weekend, and the week after that we are coming home for a WHOLE week! We'll be in town for TWO Sundays! (This is where you all gasp and say "NO WAY! THAT'S AWESOME! I'LL GET TO SEE SO MUCH KACEY!!!!"....but you'd better mean that figuratively and not literally because there currently is SO MUCH Kacey to see.) Fortunately, I feel okay about this fact because it's for a good reason. Sure, I'm measuring larger than my week count, yes I'm constantly and insatiably hungry, Perhaps I'm feeling like I may explode, but at least I'm sweating enough to make up for the weight gain :-)

Friday, June 18, 2010

Apparently I missed a day and I didn't mean to! It's working!!! Not that I dislike being pregnant, but I really do miss coffee.

So let's see where we are today.....

Significant things associated with the number 87:

- .......I fear as the numbers get smaller, the facts get less interesting.

In the year 1987:

- Aretha Franklin was the first woman to be inducted into the Rock and Roll hall of fame.
- Construction on Disneyland Paris began.
- Margaret Thatcher was elected for a third term as the British Prime Minister.
- The United States is caught up in a drama that unfolds on television as a young child, Jessica McClure, falls down a well in Midland, Texas, and is later rescued.
- Prozac makes its debut in the United States.
- Microsoft releases Windows 2.0.

In the Movies:

"Aaaaasssssssss Yooooooooouuuuu Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssshhhhhhhhh!" Baby was put in a corner, Michael Douglas lectured about greed, while Mel and Danny made their partnership official. Space went to the nutjobs, the Lost Boys left Neverland, and Brian De Palma gave us the Untouchables. Glenn boiled a bunny rabbit, and Robin smelled some napalm while 3 men smelled a lot of dirty diapers. There were Steakouts and Predators and a Moonstruck diva, but most importantly....

Two of the funniest movies ever made, and they both have to do with trains...

Although my mother would argue that one of those is the wrong Steve Martin her other favorite was made this year; the classic tale of Cyrano de Bergerac, the man with the nose.

I do have to mention one more that I skipped in 88...because it is on the list of my Desert Island movies (and also currently what I'm watching on TV) :) ...Die Hard. Thank you Bruce for always kicking butt.

On another note, I went to see Toy Story 3 tonight with my lovely friend Elizabeth. It was absolutely adorable! I highly recommend seeing it :) My husband is currently out with a friend, but doing something a little different. He's helping a friend DJ a wedding...and getting paid to do it! He says he's having fun right now and just trying to enjoy himself. We'll see if he says the same thing when he gets home at 2:00 in the morning :)

So I'm gonna go curl up on the couch with my puppies and Die Hard and call it a night. Alan Rickman is just so evil...and so is this heartburn :/

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

One More Day...

89 more days!!

This daily mile marker is becoming something I very much look forward to. I like knowing that I'm one day closer to meeting my baby girl, and one day closer to being able to wear normal pants again :-)

Significant things associated with the number 89:

- Um...there's not much. Really.

- The Lakers just beat the Celtics 89-67 in game 6 of the the NBA Finals.

- 89% of people in Finland use a Nokia phone.

- In the year 89 there was a change of the Patriarch of Constantinople from Polycarpus to Plutarch

In the year 1989:

- George H. W. Bush succeeds Ronald Reagan as the 41st President of the United States of America.
- Exxon Valdez oil spill: In Alaska's Prince William Sound the Exxon Valdez spills 240,000 barrels (11 million gallons) of oil after running aground.
- The 61st Academy Awards are held at the Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles, California, with Rain Man winning Best Picture.
- Students from Beijing, Shanghai, Xian, and Nanjing begin protesting in Tiananmen Square. The massacre follows shortly thereafter.
- Disney-MGM Studios at Walt Disney World opens to the public for the first time.
- Nintendo releases the Game Boy portable video game system in North America
- Record-setting baseball player Pete Rose agrees to a lifetime ban from the sport following allegations of illegal gambling, thereby preventing his induction into the Baseball Hall of Fame.

In the Movies: na na na na na na na na BATMAN! We discovered that Indiana was named after his dog, Gibson and Glover were Lethal for a second time, Bruce became a baby, Michael J. Fox went to 2015, Miss Daisy was chauffeured, The Mermaid was little, and the ghosts got busted again. Rick Moranis shrunk his kids, Steve Martin almost killed his kids, and Robin Williams inspired a room full of kids...Oh Captain, My Captain. Harry met Sally, Turner met Hooch, Tango met Cash, and Truvy met Annelle. Chevy went on a Christmas Vacation and Tom Cruise was Born on the 4th of July. John Cusack held his stereo high, while Matthew and Denzel held their heads high. The doggies went to Heaven while some guys vacationed at Bernie's. Baseball history was made when Charlie played for the Indians, but most importantly, Kevin built it and they came.

Getting Closer!

We're getting closer!

I'm entering my third trimester, and I can see my baby girl roll over on a daily basis....again, freaky but cool.

Now, for the countdown facts of the day!

Significant things associated with the number 90:

- I learned during the World Cup that all professional soccer matches are 90 minutes long...unless of course they go into extra be honest, I don't pay attention to sports where the score ends up being 1-0 on a regular basis :)

- The right angle is a 90 degree measurement.

- In baseball, the bases are 90 feet apart. This, I will teach my children.

- Nolan Ryan of the Texas Rangers pitched a no-hitter against the Oakland Athletics on June 11, 1990.

- The latitude of the North Pole and the South Pole are 90 degrees.

- In the year 1990:
- Nelson Mandela was released from Prison.
- Joseph Hazelwood was put on trial for the Exxon Valdez oil spill.
- Mikhail Gorbachev was elected the first executive president of the Soviet Union.
- The Hubble Space Telescope was launched.
- (For my mom) - When the Stephen King novel The Stand was re-issued as a "Complete and Uncut Edition", the setting of the story was changed from 1980 to 1990.

In the movies: Julia got her Knight in Shining Armor, John McClane "Died Harder", The Corleone's came back for thirds, and Michael J. Fox went even farther back for thirds. Macaulay Culkin got left at home, Arnold went to Mars and then discovered he did not have "a tuma", Johnny trimmed lots of hedges, and Scorsese made the mob look "good". Costner learned to dance, Demi made some pottery, the Red October was hunted, Warren Beatty saved the world while wearing a yellow trench coat, Keifer, Kevin and Julia flatlined, and Kathy Bates made everyone miserable. Meg and Tom began their onscreen romance, the cowabunga dudes ate lots of pizza, and the Memphis Belle flew its last mission. Overall, it was a pretty great year for movies.

What are your memories from 1990?

Monday, June 14, 2010

The Countdown

I'm starting a countdown because I think that might be the only thing that gets me through the rest of this heat.

Days remaining until my due date:

Things to do with the number 92:

-Tumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaurehaeaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu is the name of a hill in New Zealand. It has 92 characters.

- 92 is the number of pounds of sugar the average American child consumes per year. Yuck.

- There are 92 "atomic elements" in the Look-and-say sequence, corresponding to the 92 non-transuranic elements in the chemist's periodic table. (I have no idea what that means.)

- In 1992, the summer Olympics were held in Barcelona Spain. The United States walked away from those Olympics with 37 gold medals (37 just happens to be my favorite number.)

- The House on 92nd Street is a 1945 Oscar winning film about a Nazi spy ring and a man who protects the secrets of the atom bomb.

- The 92-county walk: "The 92 County Walk is a one–of–a–kind art experience that spotlights Indiana’s 92 counties by featuring an original sculpture for each one. The sculptures are incorporated into the building’s fa├žade, sidewalks and even a stair rail. The collection of sculptures showcases the craftsmanship of Indiana artisans and is designed to engage your imagination about the state’s rich cultural history."

- My mom got pregnant in 1992. The result was madness, chaos and the heaping mound of freckles known as Kevin.

- In 1992, Aladdin got his 3 wishes, Tom Cruise couldn't "handle the truth", Tom Hanks didn't allow "crying in baseball", Sharon Stone decided not to use the ice pick under her bed, Batman Returned and Clint Eastwood teamed up with Morgan Freeman to bring justice instead of forgiveness.

Now you know a little more about the number 92, and I've successfully pulled myself through another afternoon of heat!

If you have anything significant to point out about the number 92 (or any subsequent number), feel free to share!

Thursday, June 03, 2010

Desert Island

In the spirit of having more spare time on our hands (and because I find myself now completely hooked on LOST - I'm only in season 3; if you ruin it, I'll beat you with a stick), I'm going to play one of my favorite games, and I expect you to all play along :) If you're reading this, consider yourself tagged.

The premise of Desert Island is to imagine that you are, in fact, stranded on an island and you are only allowed to take certain things with you...I suppose somebody is banishing you there, because if your plane crashed, you probably wouldn't have all of your favorite things with you....but like I said, "imagine".

Desert Island Books:
1. Little Women
2. 1984
3. Bible
4. Till We Have Faces
5. Crime and Punishment (because I want to read it before I die, and I feel like this would give me plenty of time to do so.)

Desert Island Movies:
1. The Lion King
2. Love Actually
3. Die Hard
4. America's Sweethearts
5. Hook

Desert Island Clothing (doesn't have to be weather appropriate):
1. My black knit skirt (because it's the most comfortable thing I own.)
2. My Rays hoodie
3. My skinny jeans
4. My favorite flip flops
5. My orange WIPM tshirt (so somebody could see me from the sky.)

Desert Island Music (I'm going by cd, not individual song.):
1. In Between Dreams - Jack Johnson
2. candycoatedwaterdrops - Plumb
3. Blue Light, Red Light - Harry Connick Jr.
4. Dreaming Out Loud - One Republic
5. If I Left The Zoo - Jars of Clay
(If I could sneak on one extra cd, it'd be the Pirate of the Caribbean: At World's End Soundtrack -- strictly so I could listen to it after I've built my raft and I go sailing off into the ocean by myself. It would be epic.)

Now, if we want to get into extreme detail, we could play Desert Island Tools, Desert Island Survival Kit, Desert Island Technology, etc....but we all know my answers to those questions would be things like "my hairbrush", "my pink blanket", "my lipgloss", I won't bore you with the details. However, if you would like to add to the list, feel free to grow the game to new heights and invent your own category!

Now get busy!

Thursday, May 27, 2010

I Count them but Rubbish...

I could not be more proud of my husband. Not possible.

He is finishing up his last 4 days of work at this job....this job that has been back and forth between joy and torture for way too long.

He finally made the decision that he doesn't want to put his family through the stress of this job anymore, so he put in his notice at the beginning of May.

We've been praying about this decision for a while now, and we've gotten a lot of "you're crazy" looks from people who can't understand why he would quit his job right when we're about to have a baby. Well here's why:

Since we've been married, his average work day has been from about 7am till 7-8pm, usually 6 days a week. He has a boss who is, shall we say, less than respectful of anything associated with personal/family time, and has proven this on many occasions when he calls Nathan at home to chastise him for not being at work (usually these calls occur between the hours of 8pm and 6am. He has three different bosses to please, the district manager of his own company, the hotel he works for, and the management company that is in charge of the garage he runs. These three bosses usually do not get along, therefore, putting Nathan in the middle of a big mess and typically getting him in trouble for things he didn't do (or sometimes did do because one boss told him to and another boss just didn't like what he did). We have put up with all of these things until now, because we thought we "needed" this job. But when the hotel came to Nathan a few weeks ago and told him that he would now have to start being there every single Sunday, that's where we drew the line. They told him to take a weekday off instead of Sundays (which is impossible, because between his other two bosses, he has daily meetings he is required to attend).

So we began to re-evaluate our situation. Nathan realized that he isn't so attached to this job that he wants it to come before his family. In fact, he wants his family to be his first attachment. He wants his family to be his "goal", his "focus", and the thing he is most proud of. He wants his job to just be his job, and the family he comes home to at night to be what he cares most about. So we reconfigured our budget, cut back on several things, prayed a lot, and then he put in his notice.

The next day, God provided a part-time, summer job that he can do completely from home, and that will also cover the remainder of our bills. This gives him time to be home with me more before the baby gets here, help me get the house ready, go to the remainder of my appointments, and look for a job that will actually be family conducive.

I am so proud of the decision he's made. Yes, we still get looks from people, and "advice" on how to be goal-oriented and make smart career choices, but he and I both know that a career is only going to last 20-30 years. The time he invests in his family is an eternal investment, something our children and grandchildren will be extremely grateful for, an accomplishment that he and I can be proud of together. We can live without High Definition cable. We can drive more carefully and reduce our insurance to liability. We can eat smarter, eat out less, and frankly, eat healthier. (He even traded in his car for an older model with more miles, so our payment is MUCH less and the loan is MUCH shorter.) We can live without fancy, frilly and frivolous things, but we can't live with ourselves knowing that we could have raised a better family...that we could have done things differently.

Obviously, we'll still have things to regret and things to change, but we knew that if we started our family the way we have been living for the past couple of years, it would lead to automatic regrets. We want to teach our children by example, and in order to do that, we need to have our priorities straight.

So for us, this is the right choice. I haven't seen my husband this happy since the day we got married. He's relaxed again. He's smiling. He's excited about having a family. It's marvelous. I love seeing him like stress, minimal worries, enjoying his life and knowing he'll only have more time to enjoy it now.

In the words of Paul: "Not that I speak from want, for I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am. I know how to get along with humble means, and I also know how to live in prosperity; in any and every circumstance I have learned the secret of being filled and going hungry, both of having abundance and suffering need. I can do all things through Him who strengthens me."

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth...but store up for yourselves treasures in heaven...for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. ... For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life...And who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? ... But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself." - Jesus

If anyone asks what our future is going to look like, or wants to understand why we are making such "foolish" decisions regarding the care of our family, I intend to point them straight to Philippians 3. Our objective is to be like Christ in a world where status is the most important thing. Our prayer, our hope and our faith lie in the knowledge that God will provide, if we only trust. Call us crazy. We'll just smile and say "thank you".

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

What Day Is It???

I started to write about "Movie Mondays" today...then I realized it's Tuesday (err, wait, is it Wednesday? I don't know).

I had to check.

Sadly, it is no longer Monday, but not yet Wednesday. So here you go...Movie Tuesday.

We saw Iron Man II last weekend, and I have to admit, I wasn't that impressed.

We both loved the first Iron Man, so naturally, we were extremely anxious for the release of the second film.

A few things I didn't like:

- The bad guy just wasn't that scary
- The relationship between the hero and his girl seemed kinda fake
- The "pit", or the low point that Iron Man fell into was weak, and the solution was too simple.
- Overall, it just needed a better story. Thinking back on it now, I couldn't even really tell you what the majority of the story was about.

A few things I did like:

- Don Cheadle. That's pretty much it.

The movie really wasn't baaad, it just wasn't very good.

So my advice is to wait until this one is released on DVD before you go see it. Just find somebody who has surround sound and a big screen tv and crash at their house for a couple of hours.

In other news, I am at 22 weeks and now discovering a whole new list of foods that I can't eat. Apparently my baby girl REALLY doesn't like cheeseburgers. Also, she's putting up a fight against tacos at this point, but I'm gonna fight back pretty hard on this issue. She might just have to get over it.

Weighing in at a whole pound and stretching out to about 12 inches, she's definitely making herself known now. Nathan got to feel her kick for the first time yesterday. Then we both got to watch her kick...which was really interesting. I could warn him when the jolts were coming because it was almost like I could feel her rearing up to kick me, and sure enough, my belly would jump pretty violently. She must have had a growth spurt overnight, because that had never happened until yesterday morning. We were highly entertained with this new development for well over an hour.

This weekend, I'll be home (and I HOPE my husband will accompany me, although that is yet to be seen). If all goes as planned, "we" will be there to help with the yard sale on Saturday and we'll also stick around for Jacob and Lindsey's shower on Sunday afternoon.

Hope to see all of you there!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

A Genie in a Belly

I can say these things on here because none of the people who read my blog have yet to commit this offense...

WHY do people feel it is necessary to rub a pregnant belly?

The following are my best guesses at what goes through someone's head before they stretch out their arm and brave the treacherous air that surrounds my stomach:

- "Hmm....Kacey must not be feeling fat at all, so I'll rub the part of her body that is protruding like a watermelon, just to remind her it's there."

- "I wonder if Kacey's belly is sore from all that stretching? Let me rub on it to find out!"

- "Kacey is probably feeling rather inconspicuous with that belly of hers. I'm gonna point it out so that she feels like everyone in the room notices it."

- "Hmmmm...I wonder if Kacey can pat her head while I rub her belly?? Let's find out!"

- "I know Kacey isn't hormonal or emotional at all, so I'm going to invade her personal bubble and make her feel extremely loved."

- "If I rub on Kacey's belly, will a genie pop out??"

- "Kacey can't be nauseated or sick feeling, so I'm going to make rapid motions on her belly to stir things up a bit for her."

- "Awwww...I bet the baby is sleeping and hasn't been kicking her for a while. I'm going to wake her up so Kacey can have more havoc wreaked on her kidneys!"

I imagine it must be akin to when you have a sunburn and people inevitably smack you on the back; only this time they're aware of the offense, they just don't realize it's an offense!

I feel it's only fair to warn you: you rub my belly, I'll rub yours...pregnant or not.

Sunday, May 02, 2010

I Am My Mother's Child....Or Maybe Just A Hippie.

Since being pregnant, I have obviously gone to great lengths to educate myself on what is happening to my body, what is happening to my baby, and precisely how everything works in that department (more than just the "talk" my mom gave me when I was a kid on how babies are made).

I've read book after book, watched documentaries, done online research, talked to numerous friends, and of course, enlisted the never-ending wisdom of the M.O.M.

I have determined one thing for sure. I am not happy with hospitals and birth. They just don't mix well together. Women delivered babies for thousands of years without the help of epidurals, pitocin and c-sections, so why in the last 100 years have we become completely dependent on doctors to help us do something that God gave us maternal instincts for?

(Side note: I do recognize there are cases where doctors and hospitals are absolutely essential and a blessing, without which, some mothers and babies would be in a world of hurt. I am merely refering to low-risk pregnancies.)

So I started calculating my risk of having a hospital-born baby without having medical intervention, and I began to realize it was nearly impossible. The statistics for true, natural birth in hospitals are pretty much non-existent. If you have had one, it was probably a fight for you, or so I've heard.

So today, we enlisted the help of a midwife.

Nathan and I now plan to have this baby girl in our bedroom floor.

Yes, I'm serious.

I watched my mom do it when I was 6, and I'm pretty sure I thought it was the coolest and grossest thing I've ever seen, so of course, we're gonna do it again. Only this time, mom (M.O.M.) will be the coach and I'll be the one doing all the yelling ;)

My mother congratulated me today by welcoming me to "the ranks of the non-conformists".

I suppose that fits right along with my "minimalist" baby registry, my recycling and our budget cuts.

Another bonus: I was worried about buying a duffel bag for our trip to the hospital, because I just didn't have anything appropriate to pack in. Now, I no longer have such bothersome things to worry about :-)

If you need more details on how exactly this works, my mother would LOVE to fill you in. She shall we put it?....stoked.

Me too.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

De-cluttering My Brain

All day long I think "ooo I should blog about that!", and then when I sit down to actually blog, all of the ideas are gone.

So as usual, here is a random hodgepodge of nothingness that is currently on my mind...

We have started a new "Life Huddle" at church with only people in our age group. It's really nice to meet some new people and get to know more couples around our age. We are supposed to grill with them on Saturday night, if Nathan can get away from work. I'm excited about making new friends! :)

My husband has gone through the cable schedule for the next several days and set reminders for all of the baseball games that he thinks I should watch when he's not here during the day. He's cute.

I am having a yard sale this weekend! It is incredible that we have accumulated SO MUCH junk in the year and a half that we've been married, and it is definitely time to clean everything out and get reorganized before Peanut gets here. We have a nice sized house, but I find it disturbing that we need every cabinet and drawer to be filled to the brim with things that I might, might, might need once every year or two...or worse yet, that I will honestly never need again. Do I really need Crystal candle sticks? No. Do I really need my desk lamp from college? No. Do I really need all of my old posters? No. Do I really need to keep all of these books that I've already read and probably won't ever read again? No. If I change my mind, I have a library.

Needless to say, we have TOO MUCH STUFF. It's cluttering up my house, and it's clogging up my brain. We did a study recently on how much our lives are affected by noise, and it was mentioned that noise doesn't have to be audible, but can also be visual. How am I supposed to take time every day for God when I can't stop thinking about things that need to be done, or I can't take myself away from all the distractions around me in my home? If our house can't be a sanctuary away from distractions and noise, then I don't know where we'll ever find peace.

So the motivation is clear, and the goal is set: Get rid of anything that is not used on a regular basis. If I can do that, I think I'll feel better.

Frankly, less stuff = less cleaning. I am O.K. with that!

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Puppy Love and Itchy Syndrome

This is Rocco Bald-Belly (named after a favorite baseball player of mine, Rocco Baldelli).

He's adorable, playful and a cuddler. We got another puppy because we wanted to deal with Maggie's jealousy issues. She's such a time sucker for me because she wants/needs my CONSTANT attention, and I was getting really worried that I wouldn't be able to take care of her well once Peanut gets here. So the thought process was that we should get her a play buddy to bring the following benefits:

1. Keep her distracted when I can't pay full attention to her.
2. Entertain her and give her somebody to play with when I can no longer get on the floor and wrestle with her.
3. Wear her out so she sleeps more!!

So far, it's working like a charm. Both puppies wear each other out so much that they sleep for about half of the day and all of the night. It's a beautiful thing.

We've had a little bit of trouble with Maggie playing too rough with Rocco because she's so much bigger than he is, but as he grows, I think this will become less and less of a problem. Besides, he's such a little antagonist that even if she's trying to leave him alone, he'll pounce on her and bite her ear. She loves it :/

Needless to say, it's wonderful to still have my snuggle buddy, but not constantly have her under my feet.

On a totally different note, I'm SO itchy I can't stand it. I'm using all the different kinds of lotions and butters and such, but as my skin continues to stretch in multiple places, I'm scratching so much that I look like I have a constant sunburn. It's awful. I might take the barfing over the itching....haven't made a decision yet.

So for now, I'm going to go slap on more lotion and avoid getting an actual sunburn because I can't even imagine how much that would hurt right now!