Random Thoughts From a Mommy

Or as my friend Tara would put it - almost marinated. Baby can come anytime now, but could use 4 more weeks of baking (or at least I could use it). The sleepless nights have begun. I'm feeling more and more uncomfortable as I walk, sleep, and eat. I can only walk so much before I'm out of breath. It takes me a minimum of an hour to fall asleep. And well, I'm feeling pretty nauseous these days, so food is to a minimum. All this is preparing me for when the baby comes, I can't wait! (note sarcasm) Had my baby shower this past weekend and it was great! The ladies in charge did a great job decorating and a lot of people made it out, which was awesome. We bought our first baby item this week - a playpen from Babies R' Us (it was 40% off, I couldn't resist!). Next up on the list is a stroller. STILL trying to figure that out. On top of that, I'm now on the hunt for cloth diapers. Do we just buy the package deal now, or buy a few to try it out to see if we even

I'm not sure what's with me and being so scared of how people will react. I'm so not normally like this. But I procrastinated in telling my doctor about moving to Vancouver because I was afraid of his reaction. With 5 weeks to go - let's face it, I was running out of time! I gained one more pound (yay!) and blood pressure is still good (122/80), no sugar or protein in my urine. This is all good news. Baby was moving A LOT, heartbeat was good. Really, can my pregnancy be any easier? (knock on wood) The moment came, I told him Bryan got a new opportunity in Vancouver and we're moving in 3 weeks. My doctor was so good about it! He just said this is good, and that everything will be ok. Asked me if I found a doctor yet. I told him I needed a referral, gave him the name of the doctor I wanted, and he said he'll take care of everything. I asked him about driving 11 hours, he said I'll be fine. I most likely won't go into labor during the drive, just unco

You'd think with everything going on, I would have my first meltdown a long time ago. Like I could be overwhelmed with the move, or I could be crying over how things aren't really getting done, etc. But no, my first real meltdown was over...umm...nothing. Bryan and I were supposed to have date night last night. It's been a long time, we keep trying to do one, but with our schedule, it's pretty impossible to find time these days to actually do something. So when it got cancelled (and it's a long story), it kinda just spiraled from there. First, I was starving. Because I was so looking forward to date night, I actually didn't eat that much during the day. So needless to say - hungry mama = moody mama. So we proceeded to head to T & T to grab me a quick bite to eat. And off Bryan went to do his thing. (It's not his fault that date night was cancelled really, I mean, something came up, and it had to be addressed) Then I decided to stay home and work, b

With only 6 more weeks until the baby and 4 more weeks until the move, I could feel the final push on getting things going. After knowing I had to put in my resignation at work, I sat on it for 3 more days before I had the guts to do it. In fact, if I didn't hear a little voice inside me that said, "until you send that letter, nothing is going to move forward with your life.", I probably would still be sitting on it. Part of me felt so guilty for wasting my employer's time for the last 9 months (they put in time and money to train me to work from home), and part of me was just so scared of moving forward. So I wrote up the letter and sat in front of the computer. Then I heard my friend Tim's quote, "you're either pregnant or you're not. You can never be just kinda pregnant." Of course, he was saying this metaphorically about life, and he was so right. And it is really interesting that I'm actually pregnant. So after 10 minutes of staring at

Week 33 already, can you believe it? Bryan put in his notice last week at work. His employer was superbly grateful for the long notice because that gives them time to find a replacement and have them trained by Bryan. And to top it off, they might have an opportunity for him to work contract work from Vancouver. So I knew it was my time coming. And when one of my co-workers told me that my boss would really appreciate as much notice as possible, I know this week is the week. I'm just trying to write up a good resignation letter that includes how much I really appreciated this opportunity and that this decision hasn't been easy. I mostly have been procrastinating doing this because I was afraid when I put in my notice, then this whole move thing will become final. Well, it is becoming final. In fact, I cleared out most of the spare room. After 3 years of using it as a storage room, of course we have cleared it out now! It would've made a nice nursery, but alas, it was

Yes, I'm Chinese. Yes, I'm totally just dissing my own kind. The other day, I had lunch with Bryan. We were at the food court at the mall and had to grab something quick. So I went to the Chinese place and ordered their special - fried rice, veggies, and sesame chicken. I knew it wasn't the healthiest of choices, but I ordered it anyway. Sesame chicken is deep fried and you would never be caught dead eating that in Hong Kong - but meh, sometimes, I like to indulge in "white people's food". The guy who scooped up my food said, "I think you should have bourbon chicken instead - which is plan chicken in some sauce. I asked him if I could have half and half. He said no, that the sesame chicken was the special. So I said, well, I'll go with the sesame chicken then. He then said, "I just thought it'd be healthier for you to have bourbon chicken." Beep you Chinese man, beep you. I KNOW what's good and not good for my body. I don'