Thoughts on Ironing

It's not that I hate to iron. It's that I can count the number of times I saw my mom do it while I was growing up, so it really did not seem like an important area to excel in. We were more of a "toss it in the dryer with a wet towel" type of family. I will iron my own wrinkly clothes, but I do not generally iron Noel's because he tends to decide which shirt he wants to wear at 10:58 when we are supposed to leave the house at 11. I tend to pre-iron my clothes knowing that I will want to wear them in the near future.

One thing I do not iron is my scrubs. Actually I did once because the armpit area was soo wrinkly it was uncomfortable. The other day I grabbed one of my favorite tops out of the clean laundry bag. I could tell it was on the wrinkly side, so I did the ol' brush down the front with water and it looked semi-decent to me afterward. Note: this was after a week long vacation where I had done the laundry for Noel so he could have clean work jackets while I was gone. The dear man left it all in the bag (which means next time I will not do it for him, I really hate wrinkled sheets). He took out what he needed, which left my scrub top in a sad state. Later at work I heard two of my Filipina coworkers giggling behind me, "planchadora" was all I caught, which made me laugh because "planchar" is Spanish for "to iron." I tried to explain that I was just back from vacation and hubby hadn't put away the laundry for a week. Although I guess I am to blame as I did have other scrub top options available.

My top only made it til dinner when a piece of potato skydived back into my bowl and splattered my white wrinkly scrub top with little red fleckles. It just wasn't salvagable as red in the hospital generally means blood. At least I got a free small yet oversized hospital scrub top out of it, great for when I actually get a baby belly. Belly pictures forthcoming, I'm sick and avoiding the camera...

12 weeks & still bump-less

Seriously, where's my bump? I'm a skinny girl so why no belly still? Of course the day after Noel took this I started having severe stomach and low back pains FOR 3 DAYS straight. Turns out the round ligament muscles in my stomach decided to start stretching all at the same time. I guess that teaches me to complain about no bump. Yesterday at work I put Icey-Hot strips on my back and stomach, helped for a bit.

Now I am officially pregnant to the outside world, I started telling coworkers and let me tell you I totally get 3 breaks a shift now (previously unheard of except on super slow days). "You gotta go feed that cute little parasite." I do think calling Panchita a parasite is both cute and freaky, as we inherently think of parasites as negative. But Panchita lives off what I eat, takes me energy and makes me feel sick, so really it fits! My well-loved peach sized parasite :)

Here is my belly during the 3 days of s-t-r-e-t-c-h. Does it look any bigger yet? I guess it wasn't the Mayo that was making my tummy hurt after all....

Dear Mayo,

You see Mayonaisse it's not that I adore you or anything, but you come in many foods and do make many of them more delicious due to your oh-so-high fat content. For the last two days I have been feeling nauseous with tummy cramps and low back pain. The only thing I ate both days was you Mayo, Panchito must hate you, so in the interest of the fetus that determines my eating habits I am afraid that I have to cut you out of my life. Well, at least until I determine that you are not the source of all my current pains.

Honduran Pride for Panchito

My parents and I are going to Honduras in a few weeks. My mom speaks what I call "preschool Spanish," mainly consisting on commands ("Sit down" "Don't touch/eat that" "come here now"), names of objects in a classroom and I am not sure it will be that useful with adults. At least she is very very outgoing and has no shame in speaking poorly. My Daddy used to speak Latin, which could help for some of the root word  connections to Spanish. He is quieter and more of a listener than Mom. His plan for entertainment is to teach all the village kids jow to play baseball!

I had been asking Noel where I could buy onesies for Panchito in Honduras. Neither of us has a clue. But since I am a Google girl I found a website that has them here (albeit at ridiculous prices for small pieces of material).

Honestly I want one of each.... although the lower of the top two is my favorite!  http://www.cafepress.com/+catracho+baby-bodysuits?page=1  I haven't a clue why the pictures don't show up as onesies, but you get the picure.

Of course I couldn't leave off the "Honduran Pride" onesie! Hondurans call themselves "Catrachos." I guess now I will go eat the tamales Noel's cousin's wife made(yes its always that complicated).

First Real Nausea

I am having my first real bout of nausea. It hit at 12am. Now it's 2am and I am in bed watching TV on the computer. Thank goodness for Netflix! I think I'm nauseous because I have a UTI and am trying to cure it naturally. Bah humbug to natural. I miss those UTI pain pills that turn your pee red. Curing it naturally means drinking insane amounts of cranberry juice and coconut water, the latter of which has a strange smell (like dirty sheets? Or lightly sweaty gym socks?) and made me nauseous. The second half of the bottle is eyeing me. I am avoiding it for the moment, going with insanely concentrated cranberry juice.

In the one moment of no nausea I figured I could handle peanut butter toast as it sticks and won't come back up. This required opening the fridge. So it went eat 1 piece PB toast, eat 2 mini Klaussen pickles, then eat 2nd piece toast (in bed of course and completely against my rules, crumbs make it hard to sleep), drink more cranberry juice. Pickles and PB toast is a further cry than pickles and watermelon isn't it?

On a happier note today I went on a 3 mile walk in Discovery Park with my good friend Elise, followed by a maternity massage she got me for my birthday and dinner at Moonlight where two groups of people walked up to our table to comment that our food looked incredible. Funny since I did the same thing to someone ages ago and now order the same dish every time! It's the Moolight Vegan Special if you must know. Which says nothing about it being a make it yourself spring roll platter with to-die-for pickled bamboo shoots and carrots for only $12! Elise and I couldn't even finish it and it's supposed to just be an appetizer!

Bleth, back to my cranberry juice I go.....