Sundays?

Ah Sunday... the day of rest.

Or not.

For the next 10 weeks, we really don't have Sundays to ourselves anymore.  There will be no lounging, no conquering larges quantities of laundry or making lots of food for the week.

Here's what Sunday's look like for the next 10 weeks:

9:45 - 11:00  Church

11:30 - 12:30  Gym

12:30 - 1:00 Lunch

1:00 - 2:30(ish) Weekly Skype with Phil's parents

3:00 - 4:00 Hour drive

4:00 - 6:00 Bradley Birth Class

6:00 - 7:00 Hour drive

7:00 - 8:30 Dinner

9:00  Bed


It is back to back, from 9 in the morning until 9 at night.  And in case you were wondering, we have to drive an hour for the Bradley classes because there are no Bradley classes in our area, so it either drive North an hour or drive South an hour.

Now if feels like we have to get everything done on Saturday that we usually did over the course of the whole weekend.

So Saturday, we slept in a litter (since that is what you are supposed to do on the weekend) and then headed out to the grocery store.  We bought everything we needed so that I could make our meals for the week (which really isn't the best idea when you're almost 5 months pregnant as it requires you to be on your feet for multiple hours).  Then we headed home so I could make Lasagna, Mexican Lasagna, White Bean Chili and Lemon Bars.

We had the White Bean Chili last night and it was SO GOOD.  You need to make it, seriously.

At least I won't have to do much cooking for the rest of the week.  And that's helpful because I need to do some serious work with Cotton this week so he doesn't embarrass us both at his show on Friday.

And because this post needs a picture, here's a picture of Cotton Phil sent me Friday:

This was after Phil informed me that Cotton had pooped in the house... again... for the second time in three days.  Tell me he doesn't look ashamed of himself.  To me, it says, "I know I pooped in the house... I'm sorry."

What's in a name?

I never thought I would be one of those people that bought a baby name book.  Who needs a book filled with names?  Honestly?  That's what the internet is for, right?

Well, we are struggling a little more than I thought we would with picking out a name for our little man.

I should have known this would happen.  We had a REALLY hard time picking out a name for our puppy, of course it would be worse with our child.

Naturally, we had a baby girl name all picked out.  It just came to me one day and we both loved it like crazy.  I should have known at that moment we would be having a boy.  :)

So while we were registering last Sunday, we caved and bought a baby name book.  Then we proceeded to spend ALL Sunday evening after dinner going through it.  We went through the whole thing.  And we found like 5 names that might work.  But none that we are in love with.

There's one name we keep going back to.  We'll find a new name and say, "Yeah, I like it.  Put it on the list."  And then when we each rank the names on the list, the same name keeps coming up number one, so I'm pretty sure that will be his name.

Until then... he's still Baby Boy Janney.

Pretty Prancing

I'm sad (or happy really) to report that I don't have any weird dreams to share with you today.  Although I am pretty sure I had a dream the other night that included Cotton.  And that probably isn't too weird since we would be going to conformance class tonight if I didn't have a meeting.

Conformance class is where he (and I) learn how to make him stand and prance properly.  Turns out, there's a lot involved in this whole "show dog" thing.  And since I haven't worked with him much in the last few weeks, he kind of looked at me like "what the *$%# are you doing to me?!?" when I tried to "stack" him.

And I think I heard that one or more of the dogs was in heat last night.  And since Cotton has recently discovered his love for lovin' on things (mostly people's right leg, and YES it has to be the RIGHT), I think that may have distracted him a little

Overall, he did pretty well.  He prances with the best of them.

I, however, did not do so well with the prancing.  You know what feels great?  Running on concrete.  I was fine the first few times.  But towards the end of class, I thought the front of my pelvis was going to shoot off.  It wasn't painful, more just weird feeling.  And the next day, I had a nice little waddle going on.

Phil may have to start participating in classes.

His next show in rapidly approaching.  We'd better start working on his "pretty standing".  We don't give our dog treats for sitting.  We give him treats for standing.  And wagging his tail.  And breathing (ok not really).

21 Week Bathroom Pic

In hindsight, that title sounds a little gross.  But you know what I mean.

I've resorted to taking pictures of myself in the bathroom at work.  It is partially because I go to the bathroom ALL THE TIME (actually it isn't that bad) and mostly because I find about 100 excuses to not do the fancy pictures at home and then all of a sudden it's been a month and I don't have a pregnancy picture.  Thank goodness for instagram.

I have night meetings all week.  It is going to make this week FLY by.  I kind of love being so busy you can't think about stuff sometimes.  I thrive on being busy.  It also means I have to dress nice every day.  This won't be one of those weeks where I put on some yoga pants and pretend like they can pass as leggings or dress pants.  There's always next week.

And I've got a thing for scarves right now.  But I can't wrap them around my neck.  I still don't think things around my neck, even though my neck scar is practically invisible according to these pictures.  It's still there, I promise.

Here are some pregnancy related updates at 21 weeks:

-  Baby boy is moving around LIKE CRAZY, but he tends to stop a little when Phil puts his hand on my stomach.  It's just bad timing, that's all.

-  We started our baby registries this weekend.  It's a little overwhelming to think of all the crap they make for babies.  I'm aware we need like none of it.  Especially since the stuff our clinic sent us suggested we could keep the baby in a drawer or a cardboard box for the first few weeks.  Like he's a litter of kittens or something.  Needless to say, we don't plan on doing that.

-  My propensity to retain water is even worse now that I'm pregnant.  I truly believe this is related to thyroid hormones, although I have no proof to back this up.  But I have found that if I drink 2+ liters of water, I don't feel like such a fatty.  So that's my new goal.  So far, so good.

-  Phil's not a huge fan of the new inhabitant in our bed... the body pillow.  I'm not sure I am either so far.  When it's in the middle of the bed, it is literally a fortress between Phil and I.

-  Honestly, I don't have many pregnancy complaints right now.  I wish I could work out more and with more intensity.  Everyone is so motivated right now and I want to join in on the fun.  It's more my work schedule that is holding me back right now.

Cuddle Buddy

Sorry for the radio silence at the end of last week.  I thought about doing a couple of posts, but realized I really didn't have anything to say.  Quality vs. quantity.  Not that the things that do get posted are of the best quality.  Just think... it could be worse.

Anyway...

It was a pretty relaxing weekend.  I may or may not have only been out of bed for about 12 hours on Saturday.  So naturally, I needed a nap on Sunday.  When I was hunkering down for my nap, I grabbed my puppy for a nice little cuddle.

He then proceeded to sneeze twice and whack his skull into the side of my nose.

I don't think he broke my nose, but it did start to bleed.  If I have bruising today at work, I'll know why.

We did not cuddle after that.

Ok that's a lie.  After my nap, he was ready to cuddle.

But I had him near my feet, and not by my nose.  Lesson learned.

Domingo

I spent most of yesterday in a funk.

I'm not sure what caused it exactly.  It could have been the fact that it was New Year's Day and I kind of hate New Years.  Or it could be that I had 4 days off and knew I would be going back to work the next day.  But honestly, I blame the weird dream I had the night before.

I dreamt I had had the baby, only he was born like 9 months old and Hispanic.  Phil had left (probably because I had had a Hispanic baby) and I was back living with my parents, in my old room.  I had named my Hispanic 9-month old "Domingo" (I have no idea where that came from) and was doing an awful job mothering him.  I had only fed him twice in one day and had let him slowly slip from my lap and fall on the floor.

I woke up very confused and actually had to convince myself that there was NO POSSIBLE WAY any part of that dream could be real.  There was NO CHANCE I could be having a Hispanic baby.  NO WAY it would be born 9 months old.  And ABSOLUTELY NO POSSIBILITY we would be naming him Domingo.  Phil also reassured me when I woke him up to tell him my dream that he wouldn't be leaving us.

Plus I slept like absolute garbage when I wasn't dreaming about Baby Domingo.

I was finally able to shake the bad feeling at about 8 o'clock at night.  About an hour before I would be heading to bed.  Poor Phil.

The good news is that I woke up today feeling much better.  The funk was gone and I'm feeling optimistic and energized.  And that's a much better way to head to work than in a funk.

But I'm not sure which dream was weirder, this one or the one with the flexing Asians?  This is a weird contest.

2012/2013

I was going to do a nice little recap of 2012 and post it New Year's Eve, but Phil and I have been crazy busy the last few days.  I'm not even totally sure what we've been doing.  I think it was just catching up on laundry, putting Christmas stuff away, and cleaning the house.  Has my nesting kicked in?  I don't know, but I dusted the coasters, so I would say probably.

And after I thought about what my recap from last year would look like, it felt a little like dwelling on the past.  When Phil and I went to my neck scar's birthday dinner, we were talking about how different things were now than they were a year ago.  And we both agreed that we were leaving 2012 better than we came into it.

2012 - Cancer treatment, Puppy, and Pregnancy.  In that order.  The year definitely got better as it went along.

That's really all that you can ask for.

We are happy to say good-bye to 2012, and are hopeful that this year has a lot of great things in store for the Janneys.

Do we have any resolutions?  I'm going to call them goals for the New Year, rather than resolutions.  Resolutions never seem to happen.  So here they are in no particular order:

-  I'd love to get back into shape.  And by shape, I don't mean round.  :)  That gym membership we paid for all of last year and used a total of 5 times (each) is calling to me.  I have lofty goals of completing those two half marathons I said I was going to do in 2012.

-  Get to work on time.  Shamefully I will admit that I am usually a few minutes late.  Horrible HORRIBLE employee.

-  Keep up on the laundry.  This goal will be even more important once the babe gets here.  Currently, I like to wait until we have 75 loads of laundry to do and then kick and scream through the entire sorting, laundry, folding and putting away process.  It's the adult thing to do.

-  Be a better wife.  Between the cancer stuff and early pregnancy, Phil definitely took care of me more than I took care of him.  I'd like to pull my weight a little more.  And there's becoming more and more of it (as is evident by my ever increasing thyroid medication dose), so it is more important that I do that.  :)


That's all I've got for now.  I think that will be enough to keep me busy for a while.  At least until May when my main goals will switch to showering at least every other day and sleeping when possible.

I hope 2013 is happy and healthy for all of us!!