Just Us


So far I've been lucky with this pregnancy.  Not too sick, not too uncomfortable, no complications.  In fact, every so often I'd totally forget I was pregnant.  You know, go to eat something not pregnancy approved, etc.

Week 23 has changed that.


I'm feelin' it now, man!  Roo is constantly squirming around, and this belly of mine just popped right out!  Sleeping, sitting, walking, it's all different.  And the changes run deeper than physical, too.

Not too long ago I had my first emotional breakdown.  It wasn't huge- I mean, I wasn't sprawled on the floor in a sea of wadded tissues... but I did cry.  A little.

In a way this makes me feel better.  Everything I've read says I should be all emotional and whatnot, and I hadn't really felt that.  I've always choked up during especially cute commercials involving anything to do with children, puppies/kittens, or elderly people.  That's normal.  {Hey, normal for me, okay!}

But this breakdown had nothing to do with commercials.  It sprouted from our 4th of July, a day we both had off work and dedicated to being together.  We didn't do anything exceptional.  We drove around town, went window shopping for nursery ideas, saw a movie, went on a bike ride in the rain, and watched fireworks curled up on a blanket.

My hormonal brain somehow warped our fun day into the thought: We are never going to be just us ever again.

Aaaaand, queue waterworks.

Selfish, huh?  Roo's kicking me already.  Literally.  Sorry, buddy.  It's not that I'm not excited for you to get here, or that I don't love you, or anything like that.  Every day I'm wondering about you: what you'll look like, what your favorite foods will be, if you'll play N64 with me even though it's so old school.  Your dad keeps saying, "GAH- I can't wait four more months!!!  Why does it take so long?!"

Trust me, you're wanted.

This breakdown just means I'm on track.  Right?  I can't be the only pregnant lady who has had crazy irrational breakdowns like this.  Because we are so ridiculously excited for this lil' baby.  It will be a change, but it will be a good change, one that I know will bring us closer together, make us more of a family.  More one.

Roy and I being just us forever would be totally lame.
Can't wait for Roo to get here!

Roy the Builder {and His Cake}


  Birthdays aren’t the only thing that signal aging.  What you want for your birthday really clues you in, too.  I must be getting old/domestic.  I asked for a tiled kitchen floor.


 Our linoleum floors were more grey than they were the original white, and they would not be cleaned.  Even Mr. Clean's magic couldn't work on them.  There were scuffs so deep that they pricked your heels if you weren't careful to step over them.  It was nasty.  {Below you will see the cutest chair ever, but I'm actually trying to show you the gross linoleum.  Try to see past the blindingly awesome peacock colors.}

So Roy's birthday present to me is in the form of hours hunched over the floor measuring, spreading grout, and cutting tile into perfect proportions.  We discovered he's actually pretty good at all of it.  I suggested he build us a whole house someday. ;-)


I helped with some measuring, and also with a little mosaic piece we created to divide the kitchen from the entryway.  It's always more fun when you get to break stuff, so I was all over that- taking a hammer to tile squares to create our crazy-shaped pieces.  However, just that little bit of work was enough to make me black out a few times.  Can you say weakling?


{Look at that beautiful mosaic}


Dad was Roy's little helper ;-)


 He's awesome.

Despite the light-headedness from getting up and down from the floor, I began feeling 100% nausea free!  So I was in the kitchen cooking and cleaning again for the first time in months.  And by cooking I mean zapping things in the microwave.  Our stove and oven were out of order during construction.


And our fridge was in the living room.


 Due to this, I didn’t have the option of baking Roy’s half birthday cake this year.  Of course, the cake still had to match the half theme somehow. Who came to my rescue?  Safeway.  Safeway did, with their pizza slice white cake.  Roy loves pizza, AND it said, "Happy Slice of Birthday Roy."


In retrospect, it would have looked better and more like a pizza if I had skipped the writing altogether.  Oh- and it melted a little bit in the car on my drive home.  But still... this isn't the first time Safeway has saved the day with their amazing cake.

Flashback to our Tucson wedding reception:

It's minutes before the event, the food is out, candles lit, people are spilling into the front door, and we have NO CAKE!  There was a miscommunication with our chosen baker, and BAM--cousins ran to Safeway, grabbed a couple of vanilla birthday cakes, scraped off the balloons, and voila!  Wedding cake!  

Wedding cake that got huge compliments and was talked about all night.  No joke.

We love you Safeway.

Now that our beautiful entry and kitchen are done


Roy is all tuckered out...

{Love!}

Vegas, baby!

So we're not the best gamblers...


But regardless of loosing a few bucks, we had ourselves a fun weekend in Sin City.  People kept warning us like broken records, "Now don't get into too much trouble in the notorious Vegas."  But, um... how much trouble can a pregnant lady get into?  I could barely make it down the strip in the 105 degree blazing sunshine, much less get into trouble.


Mostly we walked around and checked out the hotels, the street performers, and the shops.  I tried to hold my breath whenever we walked through a cloud of cigarette smoke {which, believe me, was often enough to make me wonder when I'd pass out from lack of oxygen} so hopefully Roo hasn't developed asthma or something.  :-(

We picked up Zac from the airport and he and Roy when to a Foster the People concert at the Cosmopolitan Saturday night.  Me and Roo?  We stayed behind at the hotel- the New York New York.  I thought I was going to be all amazing at get a billion things done {I brought my laptop and binders full of writing materials} but, alas, I can't seem to stay up past 9pm these days.  Growing a baby takes a toll, I guess.




Paris!


New York!

 
On the drive we stopped at the Hoover Dam.


Roy wouldn't keep off the dam wall!



 There's not much else to tell about the trip.  Unless you'd like to hear about the other hotel we stayed in.  Motel, actually, I believe is the correct term.  Or, dump?  Yes, dump, that's the word.

On our way up to Vegas we stopped in Kingman for the night.  It was 11pm, we were tired, and every hotel in the town was booked.  Why?  Duh, 4th of July weekend.  Hadn't even thought about that!

So, desperate, we pull into one of those sketchy, dark buildings with the flickering "M" in "Motel."  We hesitated, but a whole slew of vehicles pulled in behind us, and we needed a place to sleep.  So Roy rushed in and got us a key for so cheap it was almost free.

And for good reason.

I have NEVER seen sheets like the ones stretched over this bunchy mattress.  When I lifted the stained sheets could see through them.  Literally there were places where only a few threads held it together.  Smoke came out of the air conditioner and the shower was leaky, but hey- it was a roof over our heads.

Luckily we had our own pillows.  We peeled back the comforter and top sheet and left them tangled at the foot of the bed.  Right when we finally got the courage to perch ourselves on the bed, a train blew past our window.  We looked at each other and laughed.

Just like old times!

Every time that train woke me up that night I smiled as I fell back asleep.  But one time, at probably 3:30, Roy was W I D E awake, and I could tell he was suffering.

"Are you okay?" I mumbled.

"The smoke is burning my eyes.  I can't sleep."

"Want to just get up and drive the rest of the way?"

"Yeah.  Yeah, I really do.  You want to?"

"I do if you do."

And then I think he started talking about what we could possibly do in Vegas at 5am when check-in at New York New York wasn't until 2pm, but... I fell asleep again.  Oops!

If there's one good thing about being exhausted-pregnant, it's being able to sleep in the worst conditions ever!