What happens when (just two months after meeting) a Baptist preacher's son and small-town pastor's daughter surprisingly discover they've committed the ultimate faux pas? Now it's a journey of finding out what it is to love a little baby surprise and what to do about this new husband.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Jr.'s Room Progress

Yohan has been working soooo hard to get Jr.'s room ready.  It's also going to double for a guest bedroom since we're kind of tight on bedroom availability.  The challenge is making it look appropriately sophisticated for adult guests and warm enough for a little Jr. 
We chose a country style mild blue for the walls and added wainscotting to the bottom half.  I'm lucky Yohan is so handy and willing to do all this work since I can't help with the construction.  Soon I'll have to pick out stuff to decorate!  Oh yay!

Delivery Discussions

When I woke up Saturday on my birthday I was not as excited about it as I should've been.  I kept thinking BIRTH-day, as in birth, as in I was birthed on that day, as in I'll have to give birth, as in SCARY!!!  I totally never thought about my birthday like that before.  Before it was breakfast in bed, and lunch with girlfriends, and decorations done by my sisters, and dinner and presents.  Some slightly bad associations this year, but that's because my brain is super overactive and imaginative--oh weird brain! Bad brain, BAD!

Saturday, August 21, 2010


Last weekend, on our way to visit Aunt Kristi and Uncle Tim (vacationing at the beach) our car shredded a tire when we were 2 1/2 hours into the trip...it was scarey.
It probably looked bad - poor fat prego stranded on the side of the road in this summer heat - but it didn't feel as bad as it probably looked.  We made it to the beach.

(Aunt Kristi and baby cousin Colin)
We saw our little cousins.
(Cousin Sydney)
Yohan practiced dad skills.

(w/ cousin Cameron)
And Umma was so happy she got to ride along (3 hours to the beach) with Appa to bring Yohan a spare tire.  She apparently had not made it to the beach this year, so this was her opportunity.
It was a long day, but it's always good to see family and the beach.

(Natalie, my sister, who was along for the adventure.)

Delivery Discussions

I don't like needles.  By default I don't like doctors, nurses or hospitals.  But my friend Laura, who works at the hospital where I'll deliver, has offered to sneak me in to wander and explore the hospital beforehand so I can try and get over my fears.  I think my fear translates into negativity towards Jr. sometimes. 

Friday, August 20, 2010

Prego Fashion

Looking a little wide in this skirt, but felt cute nonetheless.  I got the shirt and shoes at a thrift store, and the skirt I'd bought from Urban Outfitters like two years ago.  It was huge on me before and kind of sagged on my waist, but looks awesome prego!

Yohan bought me this dress to wear for Easter at my dad's church.  It was before we'd told the parents about you know who.  I was feeling really sick that day, and we didn't make it in time for the Easter service.  On top of that, I was a poopy pants and didn't eat dinner with the family and refused to go eat till there was no one around.  It's cause my mom had made a comment about my nose ring.  Upon seeing I'd yet to remove the nose ring (at her request) she asked me, "Where do you draw the line?"  Oh man!!  I was angry and felt bad and stressed cause I knew we still had to tell her and the family about Jr.  Anywho, the dress hid my pregoness on Easter, and is still working fashionably fine at 31 weeks. 

Ummm, I think I've posted this almost the same outfit before.  Here, however, I'm sporting heels instead of cowboy boots and a scrunchy face for a new look...Yeah!

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Happy Birthday

Dear Yohan,

I loved my birthday flowers.  What a nice early B-day surprise!  You are the sweetest hubby ever...even when maybe I'm hard to be sweet to.  I got the chocolates too, and ate two of them!  I have to be careful though, my butt is starting to look like Beyonce's.  I've always liked a little junk in the trunk, but a girl's got to have limits. ;)  I love you Yohan.

Edamummy (aka Li)

Monday, August 16, 2010

Now I Know My ABCs

(photo borrowed from etsy.com)
Sometims I read stuff I've previously posted and realize I've fubarred the grammar or spellin.  I hope you understand, I'm too lacy to go back and make corrections.  I'm trying to rid myself of OCD-ed-ness.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Stretch Marks

My mom said she got stretch marks with her first baby, my older brother Caleb.  I'm terrified of getting stretch marks on my belly.  Apparently, stretch marks are determined by your genes, but I'm hoping to intervene.  Shea butter is apparently the ingredient in most 'stretch mark creams' which causes your skin to become more elastic and therefore less inclined to develop stretch marks.
Since I wanted to do everything I could to prevent stretch marks, I thought 100% shea butter would be better than any cream with shea butter as a lesser ingredient.  I found pure shea butter at Whole Foods and have been pretty steady about applying it regularly.  So far, so good.  I'll be certain to make a devastating post if the shea butter fails.  Please keep all fingers and toes crossed for my poor stretched out belly.

If you want to read a little more about SHEA BUTTER CLICK HERE.

There, I Said It

I don't like being pregnant.  I don't think it's fun, and I don't feel at all like myself.  I miss how I used to be and feel.  On the other hand, I'm not ready to have a baby.  I'm not prepared for the hugely immense life change.  So essentially, I'm not ok with Jr. being in me and I'm not ready for him to be out of me.  However, those are my only two options right now.  Furthermore, I'm on a timeline, so it doesn't matter what I want anyway.  Clearly I don't hate Jr., but I'm certainly not that prego who is basking in her roundness and fully enjoying and preparing for the little guy.  I think I'm actually trying to avoid Jr. right now.  I don't really want to talk about him or think about him or plan for him or go to classes to prepare for his arrival.
Perhaps I loved myself a little too much before pregnancy.  Maybe I'm not ready for some little runt to have all the attention.  Maybe I liked only having to think about myself and my future.  I don't like having to take those nasty pre-natal vitamins when what I really want is an extra strong dirty martini.  I don't like that I'm too exhausted to even really consider staying up late enough to have a martini.  I don't love my body pregnant.  I liked it before I had to buy a large sized panties and when my clothes fit beautifully.
Another note, which is deserving of it's own paragraph, is sex.  Clearly sex is how we got in this 'situation' in the first place.  I can only wonder:  How did something so miserable come from sex?  Sex is awesome and fun!  This is not.  Sex is sexy and alluring and naughty and rambunctious...I am not these days.  Sex is spontaneous and energetic and makes you feel young.  Once again, can't associate any of that with pregnancy.  Sex while pregnant isn't sexy.  Sex isn't sex when you're pregnant.  I am making a formal complaint to God regarding this.  These two things should not be associated.  Something else clearly should be the root of this pregnancy condition.  My suggestions are running a marathon naked together as a couple while holding hands and shoeless or writing a twenty page paper (10 pgs. from him/10 pgs. from her) as a formal request and explanation of why you'd like to be in that particular position.  If God takes me up on the complaint, I think he'll realize we can solve both world hunger and the poor pregnant woman's plight.  Mrs. Prego Poopy Pants would be a whole lot more ready for the large task ahead if it took such dedication and unfaltering willingness to have a family.  She'd probably appreciate her situation a lot more too.  At the very least, sex would still hold  it's place on the pedestal.  This poor lady is frightened to have sex post Jr. lest she be thrown into pregnancy's clutch again before she (or Yohan) are ready to take on the long nine month task again.
Mom says I shouldn't be negative about pregnancy and that Jr. can sense it.  I say the only thing Jr. can sense is when I poke him!  What about what I'm sensing???  Hellooooooooo!  With that said, I know having a baby is a miracle and I'm lucky.  Many people try and try and long and try and still cannot enjoy what I'm considering so laborious.  Either way, I cannot change how I feel right now.  Nor will I try or pretend I feel any different.  I'm just hoping this postpartum that I'm experiencing pre-partum goes away soon.  Until it goes away, I will just continue to gaze into the mirror, and like "Zoolander" ask myself:


Wednesday, August 11, 2010

So Fancy

Jr.'s daddy bought him some fancy shoes at Jack and Janie, a baby boutique in our local mall.  They are suede with leather soles and are just big enough he may be able to wear them while walking.  Ohh I love them. 

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Delivery Discussions

I find pregnancy to be all together unsanitary - skanky.  I imagine delivery will be even more so.  I want to talk to no one about it, know nothing that will happen and attend no classes related to delivery.  I am so over this skankiness.

Susie Homemaker

Last Christmas I asked for a sewing machine.  My mother used to do a lot of sewing and still does to this day.  I was pretty intimidated to take it out and start using it.  My mom is always asking if I've used my sewing machine yet...I even had Yohan take it out one time and set it up to look like I'd been practicing.  Well, I've finally made it over that hill.  Last weekend I took it out, went to Hancock Fabrics with Umma and picked out material for a bed skirt for mine and Yohan's bed. 

Umma is so good at sewing and even went to university for design.  She is helping me make the bed skirt and also helped me hem a skirt I bought at the thrift store.  I have to be firm with her, as she's inclined to do everything herself---she is way faster and more precise than I am.  But I'm determined to learn! 

PS.  My stitches were not straight on the bed skirt and she pulled them out and redid them.  I'm trying hard though, and maybe the next project I'll attempt alone.  No doubt it may look as if a kindergartner did it.

Prego Fashion

On this particular day, I was trying to find a shirt long enough to cover that awful spandex maternity half circle that shows up on pretty much every pair of maternity bottoms.  I was having trouble finding a shirt that I liked, so I said, "Screw it!  I'm flaunting this prego spandexy half circle thing."  I think it worked pretty well.

I love my new rain boots.  I bought them the day after our wedding.  It hasn't been raining much, but as soon as it did, I took the opportunity to wear the boots.  I actually wore them to work, which is probably a big BIG fashion no-no.  But people are scared to make pregos angry, so no one said anything.

The materials of both the skirt and shirt here are very soft and stretchy.  Very appealing aspects for me these days.  This isn't my absolutely favorite outfit, but it does make me look pretty grown up.  PS.  I'm getting some booty!

Monday, August 9, 2010

Baby Quilt

My grandma made me and all of my siblings blankets when we were born.  I still have mine, although it's a bit ragged now from much use.  It had all sorts of bears -mama bears, baby bears, bears on a picnic - on it and ruffles around the edges.  My sister found it the other day in a box of old things.  My grandma, who in the past years has enjoyed quilting as a hobby, decided to make a quilt for Jr. too.  It has all sorts of duckies on it.  I think Jr. will like it.