I’m never going to look at the produce aisle (or farmers’ market) the same ever again. Through The Bump and the What to Expect iPhone app I’ve been watching each week as our little one has moved all the way from poppy seed now to a sweet potato!
Me being silly with a Sweet Potato at the State Farmers’ Market in Raleigh today.
17 weeks means we have our little sweet potato! I love this. That’s so much better than the turnip it was last week. I have an affinity for sweet potatoes as it is. Greyson is amazed at how my southern family has sweet potatoes or sweet potato pie at far more family functions than just Thanksgiving.
So this week I’ve been thinking of it as my “Lil’ Tater,” which got me thinking of nicknames. Growing up my Dad always called me “Shortcake”. I love it. I don’t know many little girls who grew up in the 1980’s who weren’t obsessed with Strawberry Shortcake like I was. But, I bet that wasn’t their nickname. There were lots of kids with nicknames like “Princess”, “Pumpkin”, or “Champ.” But, no other Shortcakes. Between the ages of about 12 to 16 Dad was kind enough not to call me that in front of my friends because I thought I was so freakin’ cool. By college, I embraced it and had a vanity license plate for years that said SHRTKAKE. (It was humorous the day I had to explain to Dad why it was so important that there was an “R” in the spelling of my plate.)
I’ve been thinking what nickname my little one will have one day. (Maybe I should be focusing on a real name, but that’s another post.) But, this week I’ve enjoyed dreaming about what this baby will love as a kid, and what we might affectionately call it one day.
So keep growing “Lil’ Tater.” Mama loves you!
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Okay, I didn’t really. But, it’s a funny story.
So I was at work and felt a weird flutter or vibration. I got so excited and was about to text Greyson. Then I felt it again! I looked down at my belly and realized it was my new Blackberry on my belt. I had gotten an email.
I laughed and then texted Greyson to tell him about my false alarm. He texts back, “Why did you eat your Blackberry?” I fell out laughing. That is why I love that man!
I only wear it on my belt for work! (In real life I’m cooler and have an iPhone.)
(Yes, I have heard the concerns about using a cell when you’re pregnant and read the stuff about not wearing it on your waist. But, I have also read
articles that say studies are inconclusive and it seems like a silly thing to worry about.)
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I don’t watch every Oprah show but I don’t miss the important ones. I made sure to record today’s episode with Laura and Lisa Ling. Laura Ling is one of the American journalists for Current TV who was imprisoned in North Korea and President Bill Clinton had to go and get them. I like Current TV and followed this story extensively.
That’s great, but DID YOU SEE LAURA LINGS CUTE MATERNITY DRESS?! I was digging the red and black. So cute! (Okay, I got that out.)
Pic from Oprah’s site.
She discussed her amazing story of being in a North Korean prison for 5 months. Ling said that when she was captured she thought she might be pregnant. She was locked in a cell with no light at all for a few days before getting an actual room. She realized later she wasn’t pregnant and said she was sad.
I got to thinking how it would be to be wondering if you were pregnant, worrying that you are because you’re in a North Korean prison, and then being disappointed that you aren’t. I can understand why she was disappointed. I mean, it would suck to be pregnant in a North Korean prison, but it would your little nugget of love from home. But the worry I feel anyway, then being a pregnant prisoner, oh my God! Add to that, you can’t see your family and you’ve been sentenced to a labor camp for 12 years. That is more than anyone should have to feel, pregnant or not.
So, congrats Laura Ling on being home for the last 9 1/2 months or so. Big congrats on being home in the US with your husband for your pregnancy. Sounds like it was a good thing you weren’t carrying a child in a nuclear Communist country.
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So I was talking to Greyson the other day about the room that will eventually be the baby’s. Since we moved in the house it has been the office where he studied for grad school and then just where we keep the computer and various sports memorabilia.
Me: “We need to get that closet completely cleaned out and sell some of that stuff in the yard sale.” (First weekend in June.) Greyson: “The whole closet? The baby doesn’t need the whole closet.” Me: “Umm…yes it does.” Greyson: “But, Amy, I mean, it’s clothes are really small.”
Ha! What?! Did he seriously just say “it’s clothes are really small”?
Me: “Grey, do you realize how much shit babies come with? And, I don’t mean just in their diapers.” Greyson: “What kind of shit?” Me: “Well in it’s closet we’ll keep some of its toys, swing, bouncy thing, Moses basket, stuff like that.” Greyson: “What swing?”
I didn’t even get into the Boppi and the My Breast Friend. That might me too much for a soon-to-be-Dad. He cleaned out some stuff this weekend. But this is where we’re at…..
People with no children have closets like this.
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Today on two occasions I was told that I don’t look 16 weeks pregnant. These compliments came from two women who have had babies recently. They are kind, genuine people, not catty bitches that would just say stuff like that. So, I was thrilled, even if my pants are a little tighter these days.
Friends on Facebook have asked for bump pictures. There’s no real bump per se. The way I explain it is that I look like I’ve just eaten a burger and fries, all the time. I haven’t gained any weight yet and the doctor said that was fine.
But, I did venture into the new maternity store at the mall to check it out yesterday. I went into Destination Maternity. It’s the higher-end Pea in the Pod, and the less-expensive Motherhood maternity in one store. My recent days under-the-weather prevented me from going to the store’s Grand Opening and putting my name in a raffle for free stuff. I was pleasantly surprised all my favorite designer jeans were there. I spotted a few cute tops.
I came away with a
Bella Band and
Mustela stretch mark cream. I figure I’ll have to face the fat eventually.
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