Thursday, August 30, 2012

Things I never knew about pregnancy

Things I never knew about pregnancy

My list of what I thought I knew  about having a baby but really had no clue about continues. Everyday there is something new that happens that leads me to Google my latest symptoms and leaves me scrambling for my copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting(and no, I did not see the movie. The thought of sitting through 2 hours of a rail thin Cameron Diaz donning a fake baby bump made my stomach turn. ‘Cause seriously, who doesn’t gain weight when they’re pregnant?)

  Here is only some of the things that have made me say whaaat?!
  • Your nails grow like crazy, which is awesome but I’d much rather have my hair grow especially since the possibility of me cutting my own toenails at the 6 month mark went out the window.

  • Your stomach is a museum exhibit. Once I started showing the stares started. There are the women who catch you staring and then offer a polite smile; the ones who catch your gaze then look away. And of course there was the woman at South Coast Plaza who stared at my stomach, caught me staring at her and gave me the “what, I can look wherever I damn well please” look.  Then of course there are the girls who take it all in:  you face, stomach and the rest of you to try and figure out if you’re really pregnant. I can’t wait to wear my “it’s a girl” sweater. If only the heat would let up. 

  • You’re the new Buddha. Okay, so I expected stares and love when people congratulate me on my bun in the oven but I didn’t really expect my personal space to be violated. Now, don’t get me wrong, I could care less if someone I know touches my stomach but if we are not on a first name basis, have never met or have only shared polite conversation – don’t touch the merchandise. It’s just weird. And kinda creepy.

  • Everyone will have advice. From the clerk at the vitamin store, coworkers to the women in the elevator, everyone is an expert.  Breastfeed/ don’t breastfeed, losing the weight will be easy; you’ll NEVER fit into your clothes again; eat less/ eat more. I don’t mind it from close friends, family or if I have sought it out but just because I smile when you ask “do you want some advice” does not mean you should plunge into a 20 minute litany on what I should/shouldn’t do. I‘m just being polite people. I’m scared enough as it is. Just wish me the best, tell me you are happy to answer any questions and move on to something else. I had so much “advice” thrown on me during the first trimester that it totally freaked me out. Luckily other friends and family have helped balance it all out. I hope to never do this to any of my friends. If I do, tell me to shut it.
  • Leg cramps  ain’t no joke. This is not your average cramp.  They hurt!  I’m talking about a wake you up in the middle of the night pain kinda pain. Not fun, but normal. I Googled it.
  • You are not in control of your body anymore—nature takes over. Or at least that’s what I tell myself when my stomach pops out a little bit more and my craving for rocky road ice hits. For awhile I attempted to try and control what was happening but eventually I had to give in and just go with it.
  • Hot flashes are no laughing matter. I’m sorry mom, for ever poking fun at you for carrying a fan in your purse and whipping it out whenever the heat wave strikes. Can I borrow one of yours?

So i know this was a little rant-y but give me a break. After all I am pregnant and it’s super hot. I’ve also discovered that pregnancy can be fun. Feeling the baby move, watching your stomach and body grow and strecch in ways that you never thought possible all the while knowing that it’s making a perfect temporary home for your baby is pretty crazy to think about. I have to laugh when I can’t buckle my shoes cause I can’t bend that far down anymore. And my husband agrees that some of my cravings are pretty ridiculous but also allow us the freedom to eat what we want. Anyone who knows me knows how closely I watched my diet before I was pregnant. Now, if I want a hamburger we are off to In-N-Out.
Just go with it, right?

Me

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Sunday with the Pups

Sunday with the Pups

This past Sunday was awesome. For the first time in a long time, we actually had nothing planned which made for a pretty great day. Porkchop and Beans enjoyed having us around throughout the day especially since it meant extra treats. Saturday’s and Sunday’s are also bath days, which are pretty epic. Our dogs LOVE the bath. It’s really strange but also a little awesome. After Mr. Brody showers them down, they bolt from the bathroom and gallop through the house, showing off their shiny fur. It’s ridiculous but so hilarious to watch. 

On a side note, I think I have puppy fever because I want another Boston. Thankfully my husband has vetoed my request. Maybe once Baby Brody is old enough to take care of a dog I will revisit the thought. Maybe?

Anyways, back to Sunday. After parading through the house and noshing on treats, the pups settled down and much like their owner, they spent the better part of the day watching Bridezillas, Gilmore Girls and napping. Mr. Brody gave me power over the remove Sunday morning. Isn’t he great? I think so!
-Me

Thursday, August 16, 2012

A Dose of Cute

A Dose of Cute

Porkchop and Beans have been doing some pretty cute things lately. Of course they’ve also trampled mud through the house, gnawed on furniture (and wall molding?!) and eaten some questionable items but it all gets cancelled with the hilarious things they do. 
How can we stay mad at puppies with faces like this?
So, Porkchop hates the thought of exercise. I completely understand. It’s super tough these days to pull on workout clothes and drive myself to the gym but once I’m there I’m so happy I pulled through the laziness. Porkchop is the same way. He’ll try to hide, whimper and give us the “please don’t make me go” face but once he hits the ground he’s all about getting his walk on. 
 
My husband is the best. No seriously, who else would be able to walk the dogs and pick up the largest bag of dog food that he could find? These days my energy level is at zero by the time I get home so Mr. Brody has been awesome enough to pick up the slack. Of course, this has required some creative thinking hence the shopping cart and the lazy pup nestled on top of the dog food. Love it!
and I love this guy, too. :) 
Me 

Friday, August 3, 2012

Maternity clothes ain’t so bad

Maternity clothes ain’t so bad

As much as I complain about not being able to fit into my clothes I have to admit that there are some perks to maternity clothes.
1. Going belt-less: Hey lowrise jeans, yes you’re super cute and bring out my best “assets” but your tendency to fall whenever I sat or bent down required that i wear a belt in fear of becoming one of those girls. You know, the ones who show their undies or, gasp, booty crack. I miss you but not the work that went into keeping you in place.
2. Who needs zippers? Seriously, what good are you? It’s nice not having to worry about you being up or getting you caught in a too-long shirt. 
3. Same goes for buttons: Oh how I remember those days of sucking in my stomach to get you closed on my ultra-tight skinny jeans. And then the glorious feeling of finally being able to breathe once your were unhitched. So this is what breathing feels like. 
4. Flats, where have you been all my life? Of course I miss my Stevies, Nine West and Michael Kor heels and platforms but flats are nice too. I still wear platforms every now and then but for not every day like I used to. My back can’t handle it. 
Not only can I walk several blocks without having to sit down or carry an extra pair of slip-ons in my purse just in case I had to be out in the field that day, but they go with everything. Yes, heels do add that “oh, these make my (legs, butt, calves everything) look good” factor, but if you’re like me, 9 out of 10 times I end up in flip flops by the end of the day. I’m sure my tootsies are enjoying the break. 
5. Light, flowy tops: All my snug tees, sweaters and work tops are getting lonely. I miss them too. But the thought of squeezing myself into a sweater is enough to bring on a hot flash. for once I’m dressing for comfort, which means cute tops that let me move and let my skin breathe. I do sift through my drawers at least once a week wishing that I can wear my favorite graphic tee or work top but knowing how uncomfortable I will be once the top is pulled over my head makes me close the drawer. We will meet again once day American Eagle sweater that I love oh so much.
I’ve had a really hard time adjusting to my pregnancy body (yes I know that it’s going to get bigger) and really miss dressing the way I did several months ago but I’m trying to be positive. I still have days when I look longingly at the clothes and shoes in my closet until Alex steers me away with promises that I’ll wear them all again one day. 
Until then, I’m going to rock my elastic-waisted jeans, nursing tops and comfy shoes. 
-Me 

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Our Graduates

Our Graduates

 They did it!
After a month of dragging Beans and Porkchop to obedience school, the class is over. And they passed all the tests. The hubby and I were a little worried that they wouldn’t pass since both pups have been acting a little crazy lately. Both are teething and have been gnawing on everything (I lost a pair of sandals) and Porkchop appears to be in the rough-housing stage and just wants to jump on Beans and play bite with us. Geez! Lucikly I have a clever husband who realized that if we reward them with better treats the better the chances of them listening to us in front of the instructor. So yes, we cheated a bit and switched out the plain Cherrios for tasty chicken. And it worked!
Out pets have mastered sitting, shake, coming when we call them, laying down and staying. Well, they understand the “stay” command but whether they choose to obey it is another story.
 We are very proud of our little graduates and are looking forward to the next step in their education: Intermediate Obedience School.
Congrats Porkchop and Beans!