Some noteworthy happenings:

  • Got my hair cut and colored for the first time since I found out I was bearing a child. I feel like a new person and now I won’t have to spend the 8 seconds of spare time I have in front of the mirror obsessing over all of the gray hairs before throwing it up into a messy bun type thing and leaving it that way for a couple days before I decide to wash it and start all over again.
  • Henry is already holding his head up pretty great. His fave position is sitting up on our laps, with no support on his neck. If you try to support his neck, he gets very annoyed. And tummy time should be called “scoot across the floor time.” This kid wants to move.
  • We no longer have a newborn. We have a baby now. A babbling, giggling, alert, smiley, funny baby. I had to put some of his newborn clothes up this morning and he’s filling out his 0-3’s nicely. I love watching him grow, but it also tugs at my heart.
  • I’ve been doing more and walking. It’s been nice weather and I have the cutest little walking buddy. It knocks him out, though. Even after we get home, he continues to sleep for hours. Not that I’m complaining. An overtired Henry is no bueno. A growing boy needs his rest.
  • Chris continues to be amazing. Even when I’m stressed over stupid stuff, he’s calm and patient and talks me down. I’m lucky that I married a guy who tries to empathize with a new mom and all the stresses that come along with that. He also knows how hard it is to have a 24/7 baby-raising job and is a really good support. I have to brag on him because he deserves it. He puts up with a lot from my hormonal ass.



What he’s wearing:

Hat: knit by someone and given to Henry by a nurse at the hospital. First placed on his head when he was minutes old.

Sweater: Baby Gap (on sale)

Overalls: Old Navy (on sale)

Socks: Trumpette Skater Boy (not on sale)

Pacifier: Nuk



And the winner is…

…Chris. He wins an award for the Most Patient Man on the Planet Earth. This is how I know that one day he will win a Father of the Year award. I have to give him public props for how great he was this weekend in particular.

Friday night, I was feeling so bloated that even sitting on the couch was uncomfortable. Instead, I told Chris I was going to lay down in the bedroom. I had a little pity party of one for a few minutes because it was Friday night, and I was in bed at 7 pm. He surprised me by picking out a movie and cuddling with me. He wanted to spend Friday night with me, he said. It was a really sweet gesture since I know he’d probably prefer to play some PS3 and watch movies on our big living room TV instead of the tiny one in the bedroom.

He chose Willow because I’d never seen it. We had a great time watching 2/3 of it before we both passed out cold. It was the best Friday night I’d had in a long time.

The baby was the best actor in the movie. Such great reactions!

Saturday, we got up bright and early and went to the first showing of the The Campaign. I love anything Will Ferrell and Zach Galifianakis, so I thought it was great. Afterwards, we were starving. I was at the stage in hunger where I was going to get real stabby if I didn’t eat immediately. So of course, we drove around FOR AN HOUR before deciding on where to eat. Chris was very patient and sweet even though I was a giant, evil beetch. It all ended in a very delicious cheeseburger from the Elephant Bar, so all was right with the world shortly thereafter. No one got stabbed. (He should have received a medal).

Today, the nesting kicked in again big time. What’s really strange is Chris has also started nesting. He’s been cleaning out the office/future baby room diligently every evening — getting rid of old DVDs and comics. Today, as I was cleaning this apartment from top to bottom, he was organizing our kitchen cabinets and scrubbing the appliances. I giggled to myself at the sight of it because if you knew my husband, you’d know just how out of character this behavior is. But I’m not going to complain. He can keep doing this forever, please.

When the house was sparkling and we finally sat down, he told me, “We make a great team.”

Yeah. I totally agree with that.

Colorado and goodbyes.

I was so excited to go out of town last week, even if it was for a night. Chris and I love travelling together and we always have a blast. It could be because we leave our mundane worries at home or it could just be we enjoy each others company. Either way, it’s awesome.

On Friday, we drove 200 miles to Durango, CO — one of my favorite places on planet Earth. That might seem like a long way to go for 24 hours, but honestly, we really enjoy the road trip part of it just as much as the destination. Northern New Mexico is gorgeous (and quirky), and we have fun having long conversations and laughing. We did not turn on the radio or play tunes from the iPhone. Nope. We just talked. Brilliant nuggets of convos such as: “Chris, these rocks could be petrified Dinosaur poop. I’m not a scientist, but it kind of looks like it.”

When we arrived in Durango, it was pouring rain. We didn’t care though. We pulled out my old pink Umbrella that I got at a Walgreens in San Francisco years ago. Chris held it for us. Another reason why I love him: he doesn’t give a s–t  about holding a pepto pink umbrella in broad daylight.

Downtown Durango is great. Lots of cool boutiques, restaurants, coffee shops…you get it. We stopped into the Old Tymer’s Cafe, which we later found out is co-owned by Christopher Lloyd. We had no idea, but had we known, we would have sought it out for sure (big Back to the Future fans in this household). The food was really great, too.

Outside of the Durango train station. This picture is very American.

Afterwards we did a lot of walking. I shopped in a cute little baby store and we went to a couple clothing stores. My leg was doing it’s burning/numbing routine, but I sucked it up. It’s my vacation! So off we headed to the Animas River to walk around some more. And some more.

I want to live here.

Swelling in process. 

By the time we checked into our hotel, my WHOLE BODY was swollen. I looked in the mirror and actually kinda scared myself. And the cankles? I’ve never seen anything like it. Instead of Mayor of Cankle Town, Chris said I was the Professor Emeritus of National Cankle University. I totally was. But this time, it was all over my body. My wrists starting hurting really bad shortly thereafter, which is a common complaint when retaining water. Nice.

Oh! I did have a hormonal moment: as we we were walking along the river, a very pretty blonde cyclist passed us and smiled at me. I immediately burst into tears because my leg was numb, I was swollen, and felt gross. Chris of course just hugged me and told me I was not gross, I was carrying his baby, and to shut up. (Ok, he didn’t tell me to shut up, he was actually really sweet, but I am sure you are sick of hearing about that).

He really is sweet, though.

The next morning, we did more of the day before: shopping, eating, and walking along the river before we headed home. We were happy to get home to our Quincy. She was happy to see us, too.

And exhausted. She passed out on the baby clothes I was putting away.

Yesterday, we said goodbye (or see ya later) to one of my best friends, Park. He has decided to get the hell out of Albuquerque and finally have some adventures. Park has always been there for me and supported all my decisions, so even though I was bummed to see him go, he’s got my full support. He deserves it. When I moved to LA in 2006, he came out to visit me with his brother Sam and spent the entire day with me going to the Getty Museum, Universal Studios, and Santa Monica Boardwalk. He even insisted on buying me a new watch so I wouldn’t be late for my new job. He’s, simply put, a wonderful person and I’ll miss him a lot…until October when he’s coming back for my baby shower. He promised. Now that it’s in writing, he can’t back out.

Getty Museum, 2006.

Last night. Outfits very similar. 


After the craptastic day I had on Monday, I told my husband I was going to go to bed early so I wouldn’t be a bitch the next day. He said under his breath, “I don’t know if that will help, but…”

I laughed so hard, and as a result of his smart assedness and a good night’s sleep, the past couple days have been much better. I am 20 weeks pregnant today! The half way point! It’s a huge relief we made it this far. I almost didn’t believe the email I got from Baby Center announcing the milestone. I actually counted out the weeks on the calendar like a weirdo until my due date, and sure enough there are 20 weeks to go.

Apparently, baby boy is now the size of a banana, swallowing amniotic fluid, and making poop. The websites refer to it as “meconium,” but it’s poop.

I am finally showing, but still not brave enough to post a belly pic. I realized it wasn’t just fat when I couldn’t suck in anymore. Like, literally, as hard as I suck in, nothing moves. It’s just a round belly and it’s only going to get bigger. I’ll admit – I love it. Oh! And I got my first pair of maternity jeans today. They intimidate me and I don’t know why.

Onto my Olympic commentary of the day.

YAY USA Women’s Gymnastics! I love those girls. They epitomize teamwork to me and boy, are they amazing. So fun to watch. I cried like a hormonal pregnant woman when they won the team gold last night. Not only did they win, they smoked the competition. Take that, Russia and Romania!

“We’ve achieved more before 18 than most people will in their entire lives! We also have extremely muscular thighs!”

By the way, I am still the mayor of Cankle Town. I guess I have a few months left in office. I will not be running for a second term. For a while, anyway.


A week 7 retrospective (and other stuff)

Today was a much better day than yesterday. Thanks to all my friends for cheering me up. Ya’ll are the best.

I got a call today from my doctor with the final screening results for chromosomal abnormalities (this one included neural tube defects and spina bifida). We are the lowest possible risk for all of that stuff, which was good news. That tidbit helped me put things into better perspective and realize what’s truly important here.

On to week 7, or “when shit got real”:

The morning sickness has kicked into full force. I was getting worried about not being nauseous enough. But first day in week 7 and I’m nauseous constantly. CONSTANTLY.

I’ve lost ALL of the water weight I put on. All 9 pounds. NINE POUNDS. Maybe it has something to do with peeing every hour on the hour in the night? Yeah, probably.

The dizziness has subsided for the most part, which is great. I can take a shower now without feeling like falling over. I might barf in the shower, but I won’t be swaying while doing it.

We tried to call Chris’s parents yesterday to tell them the big news, but they were at Disneyland. Yes, Disneyland. Alone. Just the two of them. And having a freaking blast. So hopefully they will call soon and then I can tell other family members (but probably not for a while — I’m still paranoid about telling people).

Oh, Google is the devil. DEVIL. When you are pregnant, do not Google anything. Especially miscarriage or other complications that can occur in pregnancy. To be clear, I have had ZERO complications — no spotting, no cramping. Just some little twinges here and there of the uterus stretching. Yet, because I had the miscarriage last time, I am a nervous wreck. The hormones making me extrememly emotional don’t help either. I Google and cry, Google and cry. It’s a sad, sad cycle. So if you found this blog by googling “miscarriage” or something, GET OFF THE INTERNET! We’re in this together. It’s going to be fine.

Five more weeks until my first OB appointment! I literally have a countdown for it on my iPhone. I am so excited/nervous.

Chris has been beyond wonderful taking care of me. He’s amazing. I don’t know how I got so lucky. He puts up with my hormonal crying like a champ. He deserves a medal or a plaque of some sort.

The nausea didn’t go away. The projectile vomiting is yet to come. I did not gain any more water weight (or weight, still. The double green chile cheeseburger I had for dinner tonight might change that, though. No shame. It was delicious).

Just a couple more days until we do the grand tour of the maternity ward where I’ll be pushing. AAANNNNDDDD….only 5 more days until we get the level 2 ultrasound and find out if it’s a boy bean or girl bean. I still think girl. I just hope this little hopper cooperates. Speaking of which, I feel this baby move all day long. When I’m running around like crazy at work, or getting stressed, and I feel it moving…it just makes everything ok.

Our favorite schnauzer who has no idea she won’t be our number one child once the baby gets here. She’ll still be spoiled, she just won’t be the complete center of attention.

Rude awakening.

Bitchfest 2012

Feel free to completely ignore my hormone-induced pity party, but I had to get it out.

Today sucked.

On top of work stress, I was given news that was not so good. Before I go further, let me start by saying I’m so happy to be pregnant. It’s what I’ve always wanted, to be a mom. And even if I complain, I love being pregnant. It’s the most exciting time of my life thus far. But I’m so scared and worried about everything the future holds — money, childcare, money.  I am sure these are worries that all new parents have and my feelings aren’t ground breaking or anything. If fact, I am sure some people have it much worse. Ok, now I’m just rambling.

I will just shut up now, but I am going to say THANK GOD for my husband who comes home and puts it all into perspective. He’s even gotten me to laugh a few times.  I know logically that everything works out (I’ve been through enough in my life to grasp that concept) but he really calms me down when emotions are clouding my brain.

We are going to Durango, CO in a couple weeks for a long weekend. It’s been planned for a while, but I didn’t know just how much I needed it until now. Does anyone else enjoy the free breakfasts in hotels as much as I do? I am obsessed with Holiday Inn Express (like, unhealthily) because of their amazing free breakfast bar. You mean to tell me that these omelettes, waffles, and cereal are free? And whoa. You have yogurt!? I know. It’s insane. But I love it. I really don’t even know why because I had a bad experience with the free omelettes before, but they were free, so therefore I chalk it up to a one-time fluke.

I hope the Hampton Inn has a good selection of free breakfast items. It could make or break this trip.


Because I needed a picture for the Bitchfest post, and because this was taken at a Holiday Inn Express. This is Muffin, by the way.

My exciting life.

Sorry for the brief hiatus. I decided to unplug just a little bit this weekend. We spent Saturday doing some belated birthday celbratin’ for Chris. I took him to lunch, took him shopping for new clothes (which I really do enjoy), and getting him some new glasses.

Chris loves his new glasses. I do, too.

We also bought our first baby clothing items. We had an hour to kill while waiting for his glasses, so I decided to give it a shot. I’ll admit, my fear that buying baby clothes would mean something might go wrong was in full gear. I had a cold sweat going on, butterflies, the whole nine. But alas, the only thing I feel now is more pregnant.

The cutest gender neutrals I could find. Also, super cheap. All of this for under $20. My favorite is the duck cardigan.

My sleep is still not great. I am more comfortable now, thankfully, but now I’m having crazy dreams that wake me up and keep me up. On Friday, I dreamed about a house full of cats. Just looking at me. It really freaked me out. Then I made the mistake of watching It Takes Two on HBO, which stars the Olsen twins. Shudder. The next night, I don’t remember the dream, but it kept me up from 3 am to 6 am. We had to get up to meet a friend for breakfast, so needless to say,I took a good 4 hour nap later.

Isn’t my life exciting? Yeah, not so much. Chris and I are going out of town for a long weekend in a couple weeks. It’s so needed. It will be the last time we can do something again until October or November, and by then I probably won’t want to go anywhere. So maybe we’ll get some excitement in then. Maybe.


Yesterday was a mix of great and awful.

I didn’t get any sleep the night before thanks to extreme heart burn. No more refried beans for me! So, as you can imagine, I was a little bit of a zombie at work. Is this the new theme of my life? Exhaustion? I have a feeling it is.

The great part was it was my husband’s birthday. He is not so much into it, but I am. I love surprising him with things because he never expects it and he never asks for it. His favorite food is pizza, so I ordered him one for lunch. Then we went out to dinner with my mom and had some cake and ice cream. I asked him if he had a good day, and he said it was his best birthday yet. Ha.

Honestly, I just feel so lucky to have him. He’s my best friend and I’ve never had anyone love me as much as he does. I’m so grateful for July 11, and the day he came into this world. So, here is my public declaration: Happy birthday, Chris!

Happy Thursday, everyone!


First, I apologize to my two readers about being absent lately. I’ll be honest. I didn’t want to blog. I was either busy, or wanting to spend my non-busy time with my husband and schnauzer child.


I really love going to Party City with Chris. He also made me LOL when I said, “I never used to think twice about Party City”, and he quipped, “But now you do think twice?” I love him so much.

I also hosted a bridal shower for my good friend Tamara. It was a lot of fun. I’d never really been to a shower and I’d certainly never hosted one, so I spent lots of time researching fun games like this one:


From left to right: Susie (the other maid of honor), Tamara (the bride), and Jordan (one of the other adorable bridesmaids). 

I am very excited for her wedding on April 8. I’m gonna take my dress in for alterations this weekend and go get some silver shoes. Then I have to start thinking about writing a thoroughly embarrassing toast. Just kidding, Tamara! It will only be mildly embarrassing. (Insert smiley face here)

My Silly Valentine.

There are so many reasons why I love Chris. We’ve been together 6 years, but he still surprises me. Here are some examples:

  • He came home tonight, with me asleep on the couch, feeling like poop. I immediately start crying because it’s Valentine’s Day and it’s not fair that I have to be sick when we should be doing something romantic. When he suggested he make me soup and I snapped that I didn’t want soup, he just hugged me and kissed me and said he’d make whatever I want. I stopped pouting because that’s what Valentine’s Day is about. That’s love.
  • He spoils the hell out of me. Did you know that Chris makes me lunch EVERY SINGLE DAY? He also throws in my afternoon oatmeal and fruit. It’s in my lunch bag, waiting by the door for me to grab on my way out.
  • He thinks I’m beautiful the way I am and has never asked me to change.
  • He likes my stupid sense of humor.
  • He’s the most reliable person I know.
  • Everyone who meets him, loves him.
  • It still blows my mind how crazy talented he is. He shows me stuff he’s working on, and I’m instantly proud and amazed.
  • He will be the BEST dad. He is the only person who will sit down in the yard and talk about leaves with my 6 year old niece for half an hour.
  • He loves me. A lot. It’s reciprocated. A lot.

This doesn’t even come close to listing all of the things I love about him, but I realize the last two posts have been puke-inducing mush. We try not to be too lovey dovey all over Facebook and stuff. But sometimes, what’s due is due. And he deserves a proper shout out.


One of our first pics together. Outside of Toi on Sunset Boulevard, 2006. We haven’t changed so much.