My Wedding Dress

So, I’m not sure how many of you out there are TV addicts, like I am, but even if you aren’t, you’ve probably at least seen a commercial for “Something Borrowed, Something New” on TLC.  (Yea, TLC… The Learning Channel?? Anyway…)  This show is about mothers who want more than anything for their daughters to wear their wedding dress.  Sometimes these ladies make it seem like it would be the end of the world if their daughters didn’t wear this dress, and that they’d be extremely disappointed and sad that their daughters didn’t love them enough to do this important thing for them.  Well, I kind of want to flick all of these mothers in the ear.

What makes these women think that their daughter wouldn’t want her very own wedding dress?  This is her big day.  She is getting married and wants to look her best in a dress that she’s picked out… you know, just like her mother did?!  Why do these women guilt their daughters into wearing their dress?  I mean, isn’t it kind of gross, if you think about it?  Their mothers picked this dress out to look beautiful for their fathers.  This means this dress was what they were wearing when they went into their honeymoon room to DO IT for the first time as a married couple… your parents!!  This is not a share-able item in my opinion.  Lend her some earrings, a necklace, or a hair clip.  Don’t make her wear something that 1) has been out of style for 20+ years and 2) was used to look sexy for her dad.  Gross ladies, gross.

This is how my brain works.  I don’t intend to force my daughter to wear anything I’ve owned.  She is going to be her own person, with her own style, and her own ability to make decisions.  I want her to go about life in a way that makes her a happy person.  I don’t want her to ever feel guilt over something as silly as my wedding dress.  I want her to know that I love her, whoever she turns out to be.  Even if that means wearing a purple wedding dress with a fur collar. (What? I don’t know what the style will be in 20+ years!) I want her to be happy and healthy and loved.

…and if she does end up wanting to wear my dress?  I’ll tell her she’s crazy, because I will love her enough to tell her things like that. 🙂


Baby Registries

I must say that this past weekend was very tiring, but so much fun.  We went to two separate stores (Target and Buy Buy Baby) and they hand you a scanner and you just go wild.  I mean, as wild as you can get for a first time parent who really has no clue what they may need.  Wild and clueless would be a better phrase I guess.  We went wild and clueless this weekend!

Seriously though, how on earth are you supposed to know what and how many of something you need?  Sure, you can look at the helpful little list the store gives you, but they want you to have your friends and family buy as many things as possible.  Can those lists be trusted?  Then what about how all your friends are telling you about how their sister couldn’t live without a boppy, but they tried one and it didn’t work for them at all.  Or what about bottles and pumps?  Try to find a pump that has great reviews by everyone who’s used it.  Impossible.  You’d think something as simple as a bottle would be easy, but have you seen how many bottles are out there?  All of them slightly different.  All of them loved by some and despised by others.  No consensus.

So we were winging it all over the place.  “Need one of these?” “Yes, probably like three of them, actually.”

It was very exciting to picture using all of these new gadgets being use for our little girl.  Except for the nose aspirator.  I’m not too excited about sucking boogers out of her nose.  I mean, I get that it’s helpful, but what did people do back in the day before these things were invented?  Did the baby just have boogers and the parents said “cool” and went on about their day?  I imagine they did.  Of course, everything invented has been invented for a reason, and booger extractors are on everyone’s “to have” list, so we’ll go with the flow and get a few.  I refuse to use the one that involves sticking one end in the babies nose and the other end in your mouth and sucking the booger out of the nose and into a little compartment.  Um, no.  Well… fine, if it’s absolutely necessary and good for my daughter, I’ll do anything, but I’m not going to like it!  I can just imagine a mother who chooses to do that and then later in life their kid is talking back to them… how can that mother keep from saying “I sucked the boogers out of your nose! You should be nicer to me!” haha.. gross.

So registering is fun.  We really enjoyed it. We learned new things about baby stuff, and scanned lots of things for people to buy our little girl.  She is going to be a very happy and spoiled baby!

How To Keep My Daughter Sane

Lately I’ve been feeling a bit of pregnancy anxiety.  I hear it’s typical at this point in the pregnancy.  You’re past the halfway point, ready to register, having people ask about your baby shower(s).  It’s a lot to take in all of the sudden.  It’s got me thinking about how, in just a few months, I’m going to have a little person that my husband and I are responsible for.  We are going to raise a child together.  She is going to get her understanding of the world, of language, of love, of EVERYTHING, from us!  How can we be sure to keep her safe, healthy and happy?  Most importantly, how do we keep her sane?

I don’t mean “how do we avoid mental illnesses.”  I mean, how do we keep her from being paranoid about the world.  How can we keep her from being afraid of everything and everyone she comes across?  Eventually she’s going to see the news, or read about it, or hear it from friends or other adults having conversations nearby.  How can you insure that your child won’t be afraid.  Also, how do you insure that your child won’t be unafraid?  Which is worse, a child who is afraid of nothing, or a child who is afraid of everything?  I’d have to say the child who is afraid of everything is worse off.  I don’t want that for my daughter.

My parents are fear mongers.  Everything in life can be taken and flipped around to become scary.

Going out dancing in college.  Seems harmless enough, right?  What if someone attacks you in the parking garage?  What if someone drugs your drink?  What if someone rapes you?  What if you get kidnapped and murdered?
(I’m not over-exaggerating — I’ve heard all of these types of things).

Today my mother posted something on Facebook about how a gang is using children to lure in victims to rape them.  The story says that the gang sets a child on the street, crying, and then when a lady walks by, the child asks her to take them home.  They present their address and once the lady walks up to the door with the child she is either (a) knocked unconscious by an electrified doorbell, or (b) grabbed and brought into the house.  Either way they do it, they say the woman is raped once she gets there.  It turns out the story is false, but my mother posted a comment afterwards saying “this story is false, but you should always be on guard about someone trying to use you for help and putting you in a bad situation.”

This makes me so sad.  Everyone wonders where the good people are in the world.  Well, I think they are all terrified to help anyone.  Has the news made us all a little crazy?

How did I end up being even slightly normal and not afraid of my own shadow?  I have no clue.  I guess I figure that life really can’t happen if you’re scared of everything in it.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m scared of plenty.  I hate when my husband is out of town, even though we have an alarm system and two dogs, I still have trouble sleeping for fear that someone may try to break in.  This seems fairly normal, even with people who weren’t raised to fear everything.  I’m scared of eating raw chicken for fear i’ll get salmonella poisoning (but, come on, who isn’t scared of raw chicken? Gross).  I was scared when I walked home from class at night (who wouldn’t be scared to walk across an empty, dark campus at night?  Creepy!)

My sister has taken on some of the crazy gene in the family.  I know that she is teaching her children to be scared of everything too, and that’s fine if that’s how she wants to go about raising her children, but I don’t want that for mine.

So how to do you make sure to teach them about scary things and possibilities without scarring them for life?  How do I make sure that she’s capable of understand that walking alone at night is cause for extra vigilance, but that she shouldn’t be so scared of it that she never leaves the house after dark?  I guess these are just things you work out as you go along.  You find what works best for teaching your children and you go with it, hoping to keep them sane enough to function.

I just hope I can figure out what I’m doing without causing her total fear of life.  Life is amazing and needs to be lived.

A Fancy Hospital Gown?

So, I’m sure all of you preggo ladies out there have been roaming around on Pinterest, looking for ideas for nurseries and instructions on how to do all the new things we have to learn (breastfeeding, pumping, diapering…).  I must say that my secret baby pin board is full of these types of things.  (Yes, I said secret pin board.  I don’t particularly care what others think of things that I like and things I want to do when my little girl is here, so I keep all that to myself).

Lately I’ve been thinking about getting one of the fancy hospital gowns from Etsy.  I know I’m not going to want a ton of pictures taken while I’m in labor, but I think it will make me feel prettier and cleaner to have a special gown just for me.  The only problem is that the ones I like are all $60+.  Now, I like to feel pretty and clean, but with a baby on the way does it make sense to spend that much on something I’ll wear once and then get all nasty with goo and blood?  I know I can wash it and wear it again at home for breastfeeding, but then again, do I want to wear something around the house that has snaps and ties holding the back together so that my butt doesn’t show?  Nah.  I think it would be too tempting for my husband, who would most likely unsnap or untie at every opportunity, before running away laughing at my butt.

So, to all the pregnant ladies out there.  What are your thoughts on these beautiful gowns that Etsy is trying to tempt me with?  Will you be spending some dough on a cute gown for delivery?  Only time will tell if I break down and purchase one, but I’ll be sure to post a picture of it if I do!

Kickin’ Around

This little girl loves the morning.  She kicks a little in the afternoon if I lay down to take a nap, and she kicks a bit at night when we are falling asleep, but she is so strong in the morning.  I guess a few hours of uninterrupted sleep really helps her energy levels.  Too bad my husband is always out of the house by the time she gets her ninja kicking going.  He still hasn’t been able to feel her.  I’m hoping that tomorrow morning will be our lucky day!

I cannot tell you how great it is to be able to feel her moving now.  I’ve been so nervous this entire pregnancy because other than seeing a growing belly, you really don’t know what’s going on in there.  There are so many random aches and pains, and to a newbie, it’s worrisome to not know what’s exactly normal and what isn’t.  Now I make sure that I can feel her every morning and every night and it eases my mind.

This week is our last ultrasound.  This is typically where you’d find out the sex of the baby, but we found out four weeks early at 16 weeks.  The doctor measured my uterus and found that I was measuring a lot bigger than I should have.  She assumed there was extra fluid, which isn’t a problem, but does need to be documented.  So I was ordered to have an ultrasound as soon as possible, which happened to be 30 minutes later.  Turns out that I just have a “big uterus,” as my doctor said.  I prefer the ultrasound techs thoughts, which were “you have a long, skinny uterus.”  Doesn’t that sound nicer?  Like my uterus has been working out or something.

So this Wednesday will be our last time seeing her until she pops out!  It’s a good thing, because you don’t want to have any extra ultrasounds, since they are done if there are problems, but it’s also a little sad that we have to go 20 weeks(ish) until we see her pretty little face again.

I am so excited, and I have so much more to get done!  I’m hoping everything going on will keep my mind off of the clock ticking away ever so slowly.  I’m sure she’ll be here before we know it!  For now…. I’m off to continue cleaning and do some research on all of these baby things.  Wow, a baby sure does require a lot of things!

Hello, World!

Hello, everyone!  This is my first post in my brand new blog.  It’s pretty exciting!  I will start with a little bit about myself…

I am currently 19.5 weeks pregnant.  My weeks change over on Mondays, so you can imagine how much I love when a Monday rolls around!  We are expecting a little girl on (or around) June 24th.

This week was the first time I could feel her moving.  It’s been amazing every time I feel her thumping around in there.  My husband hasn’t been able to feel her yet, but she’s getting stronger, and I’m pretty sure he’ll be able to feel her any day now (hopefully tonight).  I feel like she’s dancing in there sometimes.  I had a vision of a tiny ballerina this morning as I laid in bed with my hand on my stomach so that I could feel her from the inside and the outside.  What an amazing feeling.

My goal with this blog is to give an honest, and most likely entertaining, view of becoming a mother.  From picking out furniture, to learning about cloth diapering, to decorating and everything in between.  Once she’s here I hope to share my learning experiences with you all.  My goal is not so much to teach as it is to give you all a good laugh, and let you know that first time mommy’s are not alone in this learning process.  I’m sure most of this journey is going to be pretty amusing for me, my husband, and everyone who chooses to read this blog.