Friday, August 26, 2011

Even more danish.

I'm becoming one of those pregnant women.  The ones who are incapable of talking about anything besides the baby.  Might as well enjoy it, eh?  I had my 37 week appointment today (with my regular doctor this time).  The backstory here is that Dante's tummy size is about two weeks behind.  The rest of him is appropriately sized.  I've been getting regular ultrasounds, and he's still growing.  He's just consistently small in the tummy area.  For those of you who have met Eli, this should not come as a surprise.  The doctor told me today that I would need to get two non-stress tests (where they hook me up and monitor Dante's heartbeat and my contractions) next week in addition to my regular appointment.  She also told me that it might be a good idea to induce me at 39 weeks if I haven't already had him and I have a "favorable cervix".  I want to tell my cervix to either get on the ball and do some work or be completely rude to the doctor the next time it sees her.  I really don't want to be induced, so I'm hoping I was right in my baby birthday choice of early week 39. 

In other news, I bought more danish today.  I'm addicted.

say what you mean, tell me i'm right
and let the sun rain down on me
give me a sign, i want to believe

Thursday, August 18, 2011


The Bump is down.  How am I supposed to waste an hour of my day reading their forums if I can't access the site?!  This just throws the schedule all off.

In other news, I submitted my resume/job file/thing to Blizzard yesterday.  Eli was very...shall we say adamant?...that I needed to apply for this job.  He made a good point about the opportunity not being there when it's convenient for me.  We'll see how it goes, so keep your fingers (or something) crossed.

In other other news, the doctor that I just met at my OB's practice (my regular doctor was off delivering a baby during my appointment) very cheerfully told me that I'm full-term, so if I were to go into labor, they wouldn't stop it.  Excellent.  I feel like I should be packing a hospital bag or something.  Maybe I'll get on that this weekend.  I suppose it's good timing since my last volleyball match was last night (we lost all three games, netting us the coveted second place position).  It'll be nice to stop getting the side-eye from people watching the games.  I still maintain they're jealous because my wide load moves better on the court than them.  My yoga instructor also told me yesterday that I probably won't be able to make many more classes.  Since I don't particularly feel handicapped, I guess I'll just keep doing what I do until my body tells me no.  My doctor (the regular one) is on board with this plan.  So, any guesses about when the baby will decide to make his appearance?  I'm thinking of putting money on September 10th because the wordplay amuses me.  (Look at a calendar if you're confused.)

he robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor,
he stood up to the man and he gave him whatfor.
our love for him now, ain't hard to explain,
the hero of Canton, the man they call Jayne!

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Cue Hallelujah chorus

I've found my dream job.  Well, probably my dream job.  Out of curiosity, I was researching publishing internships and jobs in Southern California (because I like to be prepared), but I wasn't finding much that could work with my future plans.  Mostly because there seems to be a shortage of publishing houses everywhere except New York City, which I knew.  In desperation and boredom (and because I'm procrastinating going to the gym), I looked up jobs with Blizzard Entertainment.  Blizzard is based in Irvine, which is where I hope we end up after graduation, and it also happens to be where Eli wants to work.  They have several openings for writing jobs.  Creative writing jobs.  That's right, a job where I get to make stuff up and get paid for it.  Not only that, but their requirements involve experience with their games, knowledge of computer based role-playing games, experience creating pen and paper or live-action role playing games, and a focus on creating compelling dialogue.  They just described the last ten years of my life.  I feel like I was hand-crafted for this job.  No one tell Trent, he'll steal it out from under me.  One of my favorite aspects of World of Warcraft has always been the clever writing, and I would give an entire appendage to be able to contribute to something like that.  Maybe two.  Oh, and the game they're hiring for?  Diablo III.  Even yesser.

i wake up every evening, with a big smile on my face
and it never feels out of place

Monday, August 1, 2011

0-12 months? Really?

I'm convinced that baby clothes manufacturers have a secret agenda to make parents lose their schmidt.  I have what I'm told is a large amount of baby clothes that need to be organized in the baby's room.  Now, those of you who have been in my inner sanctum know that I am borderline OCD when it comes to organizing my clothes.  We're talking style, season, color, all neatly hung on matching hangars, and an entire closet dedicated to shoes (also organized according to style, season, and color).  This, of course, does not include my costume closet, which is organized in an entirely different manner.  The goal here is functionality.  I live in a very old house with closets that are a joke.  I have three "real" closets and two wardrobes for all my gear, so it takes some creativity and organization if I actually want to wear all the awesome stuff I buy.  Moving on, the baby has a real closet which is twice the size of my "real" closets.  He also has closet organizers that I'm slightly jealous of.  In the last couple of days, I've been trying to work out a functional, easy system for the baby's clothes that involves his good closet and the lone dresser in his room.  Keep in mind that we have to store things other than adorable onesies in this closet and dresser.  Like an abundance of blankets.  Blankets do not hang well. Onesies, though, hang just fine, with the added bonus that I can now see them all as I choose an outfit for the next few hours (before he spits up, spills, or poops on it and I have to change his clothes).  The hard part, surprisingly, is in deciding how to organize it.  His clothes come in style, color, season, and size.  The size part is what's throwing a monkey in the works (yes, the whole monkey, not just his wrench).  Some pieces say newborn, some say 0-3 months, some claim to be 6 months but look the same as the newborn size, some say 0-12 months.  Really?  0-12?  They couldn't be more vague about the size there?  I'm pretty sure babies grow quite a bit in the first year of their lives.   Then again, I suppose they could just be covering all their bases.  "This will fit a baby some time in it's first year."  Yes, thank you very much.  You've been very helpful, vague sizing tag.  I have two shirts that don't even have sizes on them.  Last night, I decided to just ignore the tags and start guessing.  As long as they're hanging up, I can clearly see the size differences.  I'll put the blankets and wash cloths and towels and other foldy things that don't hang well in the dresser, clothes in the closet, and diapers in the changing table drawer.  Excellent.  Now someone needs to explain to me the difference between actual pajamas and the one-piece outfits with the feet that don't have the pajama neck snap.

and we're dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign