Monthly Archives: October 2008

Boy or Girl?

We decided not to find out the sex of #3A.  It’s frustrating for a lot of people…myself included sometimes.  Of course I’d like to know how to prepare the room.  And what color clothes to buy.  And it’d be nice to be able to pick out only one name.

But room decor for a baby is easily changeable(and they’re not going to remember it anyway).  We have enough basic clothes for a boy or a girl, so that won’t really matter either.  And as for the name…it’s kind of fun to try out several for each sex.  After 2 kids, I’m kind of running out of ideas anyway!  🙂

I have a few friends who are pregnant right now, too.  Most people these days find out.  We did with Tucker.  But with Emerson we decided not to find out.  And I have to admit that for me(even the Type A personality parts of me that were dying to prep for either a girl or a boy), it was more fun to not know.  There was a special kind of excitement in the air.  Our OB didn’t know either, so when she pulled her out there was a big pause before she announced that Em was a girl.  That moment is one I’ll never forget. 

That one moment in time is the main reason we don’t want to find out this time either.  I’m telling you…magic, pure magic!  But the other reason I don’t want to find out is for the hundreds of other moments that I dreamed about the baby being a boy.  His name, his build, his personality.  Would he grow up to be a “manly man”?  Would he play football or be a band dork like me?  Would he like vegetables?  All those little things.  And then, of course, I also dreamed about the baby being a girl.  Her name, her build, her personality.  Would she be prissy and girly or a tom-boy?  Would she prefer dolls or trucks?  Would she like vegetables either?

And although Emmie was a girl, she was not at all what I thought she would be.  She was, and is, even better.  Just like Tucker.  So…when I say that it really doesn’t matter to me if it’s a boy or a girl, I mean it.  I’ll be happy with either.  Because I know that no matter what-even if (s)he doesn’t have 10 fingers and 10 toes, or if (s)he has reflux and colic and is unbearable at times, or if (s)he doesn’t like vegetables-he or she will be more than I could have ever dreamed of.

But…since I’m a sucker for polls, and I’m so pumped that WordPress has joined with PollDaddy, I thought that it might be fun to see what everyone thinks.  Until this weekend, I’d heard nothing but “Boy. Boy. Boy.”  Now I’ve heard two votes for girl!  For those of you who think that how your pregnancy goes tells you something about the sex of the baby, I’ll tell you this:  I was sick as a dog for 24 weeks, and still have moments of completely overwhelming nausea and vomiting.  I had a headache for 10 straight weeks, but it has finally subsided.  (S)he doesn’t move as much as either of the other two did(or maybe I’m so busy that I don’t notice…definitely possible).  I require much more sleep this go round(also probably due to the fact that I have a 2 year old and a 3 year old to chase around all the time).  So, here we go…you tell me whether you think it’s a boy or a girl.  If you want more info before you cast your vote(it’s a big decision, I know!), please just leave a comment and I’ll reply to it there.

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I should have been more specific.

I walked into Emmie’s bedroom just in the nick of time!  Tucker had filled up the little watering can we use in the bathtub and was about to water the flower that our little plush Minnie Mouse is holding!  Boy would that have been a mess!! 

Also, an update on the clothes:  after wash #4, the jelly balls and the smell seem to have gone on most things.  The only thing that didn’t escape unharmed was a polo of Marshall’s.  Even the towels seem to be alright!

Never have I ever…

Remember that old game we used to play in youth group?  It would start out benign with someone saying something like “Never have I ever…been to Chicago”.  And all the people who had never been to Chicago would get up and move to the next seat in the circle.  If there was someone already in the chair, you sat in their lap.  Then someone else would say, “Never have I ever…eaten deer meat”.  And no one in the room would move because we’re from the South folks…we’ve all eaten deer meat.  The next person would say…well, you get the point.  Anyway, inevitably some guy(it was always a guy!) would say something totally gross like, “Never have I ever…pooped in my pants”.  Some people would vehemently deny ever doing something so disgusting(usually a prissy girl).  Some clever folks would realize that we all pooped in our pants as babies.  Other people would just admit that they had sometime in the recent past.  And then there was always someone who would squirm a minute, not exactly sure what to do and thinking: “Do I move?  Stay here?  If I move does that mean I have or I haven’tdone it before?  Dang it, now no matter if I move or not, they’re all going to think I pooped in my pants!  Gggrrrrr!” 

Ok…well, after this morning I was thinking about this game…and how drastically different it would be if you played that game with a room full of parents.  “Never have I ever…had someone else’s poop on my hand.”  “Never have I ever…been peed on by someone else.”  “Never have I ever…thrown up on myself just because people were talking about toenails.”  Ok, maybe that last one was just me, and in my defense, only because I was pregnant…strange things set off the vomit, folks.  Strange things.  ANYWAY…as I was sitting on the floor of my laundry room I came up with another one.  “Never have I ever…washed a pull-up.” 

After today, Marshall would no longer have the right to move.  He was kind enough last night to put several loads of laundry through because I was feeling like total crap.  This morning, I saw him going into the laundry room with a huge wad of paper towels. Here’s a play-by-play of what happened, if you’re curious:

Bridget: Um…what are you doing?
Marshall: There’s some gelatinous stuff all over the washer. I’m trying to get it out.
B: What do you mean gelatenous stuff?
M: I don’t know…some gelatenous stuff. Go look for yourself.
B(looking, perplexed): Well, it had to be something in the wash. What were you washing?
M: Darks.
B: Dark what?
M(slightly annoyed): Dark CLOTHES.
B(sticking her hand in the washer, feeling the gelatenous stuff and gagging): That’s gross! Maybe it’s the new towels????
B(now opening up the dryer to see if the culprit can be found): Aw…shit!!

This is when I see a dryer full of not only clothes but an overabundance of red jelly balls. (Red from the new towels, jelly balls complements of the pull-up.)  So…we pull everything out, shake off as many little red balls as we can, and start a new cycle on our new washer called “Clean with Affresh“.  Marshall cleans out the billions of little red balls in the dryer because not only are there billions of them, but they stink..thus causing the ever-popular gag reflex I’m known for these days!  I was at least somewhat helpful because I did run to the computer, Google “washed a pull up”, and found out that if you wash the clothes a few cycles, they’ll probaby be ok.  And whatever doesn’t come off in the wash will usually come off with a little duct tape action.  So…I’m off to start the washer again.  And then again.  And again.

(For those of you in bible study who think I’m never coming back…I promise I am!  I just couldn’t get everything cleaned up and all of us dressed and fed in time today.  I’ll see you next week!)

Just for fun(and because I just saw it as a new feature on WordPress)…let’s see how many of my readers have washed a pull-up or a diaper(disposable, obviously):

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Photo Update

I went to go put a few recent pictures of the kids up and realized that it’s been a really long time since I put up a good batch of pictures.  So…here you have several things: our “vacation” to Charlotte(where we went to Discovery Place and ImaginON which were both awesome) , Em’s 2 year old pictures, a photo shoot with Tucker that was his idea, Leon the Leopard’s trip from Tucker’s classroom to our house, a few pictures of the kids playing peek-a-boo in boxes, and our trip to the fair!  Enjoy!

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I'm sorry.

I haven’t posted in a long, long time…because I’ve been knee-high in boxes for a long, long time. We LOVE the new house, but it’s still a disaster area! The kitchen is finally set up and the kids each have usable bedrooms…but that’s about it. I finally ordered my new living room furniture, but it won’t be here for 6-8 weeks! 🙁 I guess we’ll just have to keep out the fold out chairs until then. I have to admit that I’ve made a make shift chaise lounge out of boxes and old comforters. It’s not so bad until I try to heave my huge, pregnant booty up off the floor! 🙂

We had dinner “guests” for the first time tonight; my parents and brother. They’d eaten here before, but it was only take out and it was on paper plates. So…tonight I tried a new recipe for Maple Pork Chops with Apples.  It was such and easy and yummy recipe that it’s sure to become a staple here. 

We also had some broccoli that I steamed in the newish Ziplock Zip n’ Steam bags. In only six minutes I had perfectly steamed, absolutely delightful broccoli!  Cut up fresh broccoli, shake in some Italian seasoning, steam in the microwave, and then pour on a little butter and garlic salt.  Heaven, I tell you.

We did take a break from packing this weekend to go to the “big” fair about an hour away.  It was misting some, but never a full rain.  We only rode 2 little rides, but the kids had a blast!  They really enjoyed riding the ponies, seeing the big horses, and sampling the food goodies.  Tucker likes cotton candy and Em loves caramel apples with sprinkles.  I have some pretty cute pictures, but I can’t seem to find my cord that connects my camera to the computer.  So…soon (I hope!) we’ll have some pictures up of not only the fair, but our house, too!  I want to have at least something on the walls before I take pictures! 

Your regularly scheduled blog will return soon! In the meantime, go check out the pork recipe and enjoy a yummy and easy dinner!