Friday, November 30, 2007

Doctor's Visit

I've now officially entered the last 10 weeks of my pregnancy, and have thus started seeing my midwives every 2 weeks (yes, I'm seeing a midwife, and I'm giving birth in a hospital, it can be done!). I was a little nervous about this visit because the visit before I had my glucose test. I figured I had passed because the office never called me to tell me I failed.

I did pass. BARELY!!! The cutoff point is 140 points or whatever they rank it in. We'll say points, although I'm not sure how many points it goes up to. Point being, if I scored 140 or higher, I would have failed the one hour test, and would have to take the 3 hour test, where they take your blood like every 30 minutes for 3 hours, or something like that.

My score was 139. and I wonder if that was because I didn't do a true fast like I was supposed to? I think I misread the instructions. I think I was supposed to not eat ANY sugar for 12 hours before the test (which I did) and the few things I could eat before the test were carbs, like toast, or eggs. so I had toast for breakfast. but I ate it right before I drank the glucose drink. After I drink the drink, I have to have my blood drawn pretty much right on the hour from when I drank it. I think I was supposed to fast for the hour after I drank the drink, and I had the toast.

So here's what I think. I think if I had actually gotten up a little bit earlier and ate breakfast, instead of right before my hour was supposed to start, I might've scored lower. Either way, because I scored so high, I realized that I really do need to cut back on the junk I eat. I've done a lot better since I quit work, because instead of a vending machine, I have to find something in my kitchen. and that can be hard sometimes.

My midwife also asked if I was eating enough fruits and veggies. I think I am. but I'm probably not. so that's another thing I need to work on. I've gotten better at eating fresh fruits. I eat either an apple or orange a day (since that's what's in my fridge). But that's really it!! That's not nearly enough!

I created a meal plan for us, so I can create a grocery list, and therefore stay within our budget but not buying the things that look tasty. And with this meal plan, we are having a side dish with these meals. Fruits or veggies, because I need to eat more of those! Our food pyramid is slightly off, because we eat a lot of carbs. We're big pasta people (it's easy!) and our one type of meat is chicken. we don't eat ground beef or other meats, although I'm going to start making some ground beef meals, because there's some easy ones out there!

besides that, the visit was good. Quick, because I usually don't have a lot of questions because I forget them, or I've already exhausted the internet finding the answer. the heart beat was good, my b/p was good, my weight was good (I assume, they never say good for that one, they just write the number down) my belly is measuring right at 30cm, which is where I'm supposed to be. so good visit.

I really liked this midwife. The office I'm at has 6 midwives and 2 ob/gyns. I rotate between all the midwives, whoever is working that day. The nice thing about this is I get to know them all, because any one of them could be on call when I go into labor, and then deliver my baby. And they're all female (which is one of the things I was looking for) there has only been one that I didn't really care for, a few I'm indifferent towards, and two that I REALLY like, and I would love it if I could get either one of those.

Yeah, I don't have any say in that though.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Google me

go ahead! I just did, and I found the newspaper announcement for our wedding!

I think that just made my day

pesto. . .that great green stuff

I used to be scared of pesto. not scared like it was going to jump out of the closet and eat me, but I didn't know what it was, or what I could do with it, or even what it looked like! in college, (and after we first got married, when we had cable) I loved to watch the food network. so when I was in the computer lab I would get on their webpage and look up recipes.

And I discovered pesto. But I could never find a picture of it. Only recipes that used pesto in them, or recipes for pesto itself. Ok, I probably could have found a picture of what pesto looked like, but I didn't ever put forth that effort.

for those of you who don't know what pesto is, it's a mixture of basil, olive oil, and pine nuts all pureed into an almost liquid form. Hence, it's green. Yes, there are other ingredients as well, but I'll let you google it to find a recipe, or go to the store and buy a bottle.

About 2 years ago was the first time I tried pesto. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into though. for one, I didn't know it was green. I know, I know, the basil leaves in it should have given me some sort of hint. We went out to dinner for someone's birthday at the pizza factory, and I didn't want pizza, so I decided to get the ravioli's with a creamy pesto sauce. I was a little worried about it because I didn't know if I'd like the flavor at all, or what it would look like or anything. And everyone was discussing it! I'm not sure why, but they were all curious as well.

My dish comes out, and it's a light green sauce over my ravioli's. And there was a LOT of it as well. But it was fantastic. Since that experience was so good, I've started using pesto on a regular basis. I have yet to make it, mainly because I can't justify spending the money on fresh basil, when I can buy a jar of pesto for about the same amount as just the basil!

Matt's a huge fan of pesto, and he likes to use a lot at a time. Usually a small spoonful will suffice a bowl of noodles. Unless you're Matt, then you need a HUGE spoonful. We use it in all sorts of things as well. I make an alfredo lasagna with it (helps get rid of the alfredo flavor, which we really don't care for). You can make dips out it, and a new recipe I haven't tried with it, is baked chicken (breaded) with a little bit smeared on top with some cheese. That one sounds tasty.

Last night I was cooking up some ravioli's for dinner and was making our creamy pesto sauce for them, and I finished off the jar of pesto I was using. I was a little worried! so I checked my fridge and I found two more open jars of pesto in there. so I had three open jars of pesto that I didn't know about. I wasn't too surprised. I bet it happened when matt was making dinner, and he just opened a new jar because an open jar in the fridge didn't jump out at him. I finished off one of the jars, so now there is only one jar of open pesto in the fridge.

That's another nice thing about pesto, it can last for a LONG time open and not go bad. So for all of you who haven't tried pesto, go buy a bottle (or make your own if you're ambitious!) and give it a shot. for those of you who have had it, cheers! Don't you want some more now? I do, in fact that's probably going to be dinner tonight or tomorrow.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

nighttime experiences

I'm a person who sleeps. I always have been, and I always will be. I like sleep! In high school, and college, I would take a nap almost every day. It's just what I do! and then I still have no problem sleeping at night. it's a little abnormal people think, but it's just me.

luckily, I'm a person who's dreams are also very normal. I don't have real nightmares, or dream that I'm a superhero who can fly or such. The only time I ever have disturbing dreams is when I dream my family, Matt, or my dog have been hurt in someway, or that they're mad at me for something. I get upset about that. Especially if it's my dad who is mad at me in the dream, or matt.

Until last night. I had one of those dreams within a dream, where I was dreaming that I woke up in my bed, and I rolled over. And then a spider the size of a dinner plate crawled across me. I don't have arachnophobia, I just really don't like spiders. I had a bad experience once. I found a whistle on the window sill at my parents house, and tried it out. and I happened to suck in a live spider who had made that whistle his home. Since then, I've never been a spider person. In one of my psych classes, my teacher actually had a pop-up book of phobias. It was awesome. Pictures of the situation would cause some people to actually panic (like of being buried alive, or clowns--never understood that phobia, but I guess I really don't have to) and the spiders never made me panic. It was a book for crying out loud. a really cool book.

I just have matt kill the spiders, and go on with life. I actually lived in an apartment where we would find a spider in the shower every morning. That was disturbing. but I digress. . .

but first. I need to clarify that I also don't scream. I'm not that type of person. it really cracks matt up, because when I'm startled, I kinda say "arg!" or something like that. I don't think I've ever been a screamy person. Maybe in junior high when I was going through a phase or whatever, but when I'm scared, but more of gasp of "agggg!". it's also never very loud, just kind of normal pitch. this will tie into my story, I promise.

so I'm dreaming that I'm awake and a huge spider crawls across me. I, of course, panic. from what I remember (I was still kinda of not with it, it was 1:45am) I started 'my' screaming "arggg!!!" and I couldn't stop. Matt grabbed me, and was just holding me, and I'm trying to claw my way up the back of the wall, away from where the spider had crawled across the bed, and I'm crying, and in all sorts of a panic. Matt's trying to calm me down, and it took a few minutes for me to realize that it was probably just a dream.

Nonetheless, He goes and turns the light on for me, checks under the bed an next to, takes off the blankets so I can see. I'm still all hopped up on that adrenaline stuff though, and there's still tears coming out of my eyes. and I won't let him turn the light off. at this point I realized that I was probably just a dream. I say probably, because I had not convinced myself yet that it wasn't real. part of me was sure that there was a huge spider lurking somewhere in my room still. So I have matt light the candle on the nightstand for me, and we sit in bed, waiting for me to get control of myself. and Matt's laughing, saying "I guess that settles it, you really don't scream do you" (he was 'testing' me the other day).

I had to have him put the candle out though, because it was casting a shadow that looked a LOT like a large hairy spider leg on the wall, and it was freaking me out, and made me jump everytime it moved/the candle flickered.

all in all, it was an eventful night for us. I felt a little silly afterwards, because I've never been in that state of panic/fear before. Enough so that I was crying I was so terrified. It was an experience for both of us. And Indy just laid there and looked at us like "why on earth are you awake?"

yeah, I guess I really do hate spiders.

Friday, November 09, 2007

Ode to the Willey

Today was my last day the Willey. It was very bittersweet, and I'm still not sure how I feel about this decision. When I've left other jobs, it was usually because I needed to get out, or I just might kill someone, or myself if I stayed much longer.

I started work at the willey right after I got back from our honeymoon, in may of 2006. It was completely different from any other job I've had. I've really always worked retail, so I was expecting the same thing, helping customers, working a register, returning merchandise etc. Yeah, it wasn't really anything like that. I've worked for small retail companies. Personally owned, not corporate owned. for the 3 things I listed above, the willey has different departments that do each of them. I just worked a register.

As I worked there, I slowly worked my way up 'the totem pole' until I was only 3 spots from a management position (granted, management tends to stick around a lot longer than general associates, so I wasn't really that close, but I had seniority, which is great). I learned a lot. I started as a cashier, which is very basic (except for the really old, not window based, point of sale system they use). When I had a question, I could ask anyone. About 6 months into there, I got a raise, got an employee discount, got a 50lb box of potatoes for a holiday gift, and got promoted to the financing side of the store. This was a little harder, but still good. By then I had made a lot of friends with my co-workers and enjoyed learning all the new aspects of this place. I was now the one answering cashiers questions and dealing with more difficult customer problems involving their credit account, and even dealing with personal things, like telling a customer that because they have collections, judgements on their credit report, we won't issue them a line a credit. That was hard at first, but it helped me learn how to be understanding, and tactful when talking to someone about such a sensitive subject.

about 2 months later I was promoted again to the customer service department. This scared me a lot. People had quit because of this job, have refused to work over in that department. It was hard. It involved a lot more work that one would think. It wasn't just returns we dealt with, it was servicing merchandise, being yelled at because something wasn't in stock yet, or because it was damaged on delivery. It was a job that truly taught patience. It takes a lot to be yelled at by someone you're trying to help and just continue helping and not let it bother you.
Some days I'd come home and just cry because it was such a hard day. Some days I'd drag myself out of bed and wonder how I would make it through the day. Some days I'd yell back at customers (only happened twice).

But I really did love my job. I really love all the the people I work with, even the annoying ones and I'm going to miss the time I've spent getting to know them, and becoming close to them. My manager was the greatest manager I have ever, ever, ever have, and I will always miss her, and appreciate all the support she gave to me, and gives to all the associates every day. I love the funny salespeople, the one who actually sat down and answered a customer service phone call for me because I was sick of it, the one who called me about my order, forgetting that i work there with him, the guy who would answer the phones with a different accent all the time, the guy who would hang up on a customer because they were yelling, the one who would give us all neck massages, the store manager who seemed like he had ADHD, and all the others who have quirks that just made a workplace fun to be in.

I will miss everyone at the willey, and I'm not ashamed to admit that this is the first job I've left, and cried about leaving, and been so sad. But I know that I'm supposed to be home with my baby, and I'm supposed to be a mother, and that is the most important job I could ever have in the world.

Cheers to the willey and the things I learned, the friends I made, and the good times I had, and here's to the new start for me, in becoming a full time mother (to-be for now) and doing what the Lord wants His daughters to do. Teach the children in the home about Him and Christ. That's really all that's important right?

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

domestic goddess attempt

as I've mentioned before, I long to be a domestic goddess. This sunday I had an attempt at being that person. I made banana bread. Unfortunatly I have never made this before. I'm actually slightly embarrassed to admit that. But I bought the bananas with a purpose of making this bread. I let them sit on the counter to get brown, and then mashed them good.

The recipe, I actually got out of a mystery novel by Joanne Fluke. All her books are like this, the main character solves murders and cooks. Quick read, and predictable, with about 6-10 recipes throughout, but fun nonetheless.

It called for 3-4 bananas, (or 1 1/2 cups mashed) I had 4 bananas, so I mashed them all up and dumped them in my mixture. Of course I didn't measure! I never measure, I estimate. I usually estimate with the appropriate measuring cup/spoon, (or the one I've already dirtied) but I don't scrape the top with a knife to get the exact correct measurement. somethings I don't even bother getting out the spoon for. Like for salt. I just shake until it looks close.

Tums out that I think one banana equals 1/2 cup of mashed banana. so I put 2 cups of banana in my bread. I assumed that it would just have an extra kick of banana flavor. If only that's the way it turned out. I dug out my bread pan that I actually have never used but have had for over a year (i even have 2! in the hopes that I'd make bread to save some money. . .it's on my list for when I'm not working). I sprayed it good, like the recipe said to, and poured the mixture into the pan. I even made sure my oven rack was in the middle and completely preheated! I never worry about things like that when I cook!!

so close to an hour later, when it's supposed to be done, I go and pull it out of the oven so I can push a toothpick in the middle to check. only the middle looks very gooey. and the edges are looking very crispy. I put it back in for ten more minutes in hopes to help it cook more thoroughly. alas, it didn't. the edges got crispier and the middle stayed gooey.

I have eaten some slices, because I absolutely hate wasting food when I spent money on it. This is what's wrong with my banana bread and why it'll probably end up being thrown away.
1-I sprayed the pan too much, and so the cooking spray burnt a little bit, and left burnt pieces on my bread
1a-because of the pan being sprayed too much, the edge tastes like the cooking spray
2-the entire center/top of the bread that is uncooked and gooey, so I have to eat around it, and am therefore eating the crust which tastes funny because of the cooking spray
3-matt says he loves banana bread but has yet to touch it, except to cut me a slice the first night I made it, and he probably won't touch it again.

I'm unsure about what to do with this bread now, I am currently eating a slice, which I tried to toast this morning because toasted, buttered banana bread is very tasty, and ended up getting gooey uncooked banana section all over my toaster. Maybe I'll take it over to my parents, my dad will eat it and not think twice about it being gooey.

I think I'm done baking for a while, I'll turn my domestic goddess powers to finishing my quilt for now.