My eyes hurt....

Today, Melissa's co-workers threw a baby shower. This group of people are some of the most generous I have ever encountered. Most of the "big ticket" items were purchased. We now have 2 bouncy seats, 1 high-chair and the car seat. We also received the tub and mobile for the crib.

I do have to say, that there is a ton of PINK clothes. I would say out of the 20-30 outfits, 90% are pink in some form or another. There are pink bibs, pink sleepers, pink burp cloths, pink dresses, pink socks, pink hats and pink bags that the pink items came wrapped in.

I felt the absolute need to counter this by adding some items to the registry. I saw the best hats, all of which may be worn with any or all of the cute pink dresses. There are three hats, each with a different saying. The first is a white hat with "Sucker" written on the front, the second is white with "Milk Addict" and the last is a black hat with "Screamer" written on it. I will feel much better taking my daughter out in public in a cute, frilly pink dress if she is wearing a black hat that says "Screamer."

Born to Ride....

I broke down today and bought a couple of pink items for my daughter.

If you have been reading this blog, you know how I feel about pink!

But... hold on a second and hear me out. The pink stuff I bought, came from the Harley Davidson store in York, PA.

Yep, Abigail will be the envy of other little girls everywhere, because she will have little pink shoes bearing the Harley logo and she has a hat that says "Born to Ride."

Don't get me wrong, the only motorcycle she will be on is the kids version of a motorized "bike."
I am sure she will choose the "Pink Harley" to match her outfit. That I can live with, because I used to own a Pink Sportster.

It was not my choice for colors, but was a result of a joke, played by a fellow military sergeant, in exchange for a full sized fridge. Yes, I had to ride it on base in my uniform. You get the picture.

My point is, if I really have one, is in some cases I think pink, might be OK. It is probably even more than Ok if it is on a beautiful baby girl named Abigail decked out in a "Born to Ride" beanie hat and hot pink Harley Davidson shoes.

Taking food from my mouth....

I challenge anyone, who says a fetus cannot act in a willful way. I will invite them over to our house to interact with our darling daughter to prove my theory.

I know Abigail is going to be a demanding child, because of the events from the other night after dinner. I was still hungry after a small meal. I decided to fix a little single serve pizza to finish off my appetite. I asked my wife, Melissa, if she too was still hungry. She said "No, I am fine."

I popped the pizza in the oven for the 11 minutes it took to fix it, gathered a drink and napkin and went into the living room. As I sat down to eat, Melissa said "Whoa!" I asked what was wrong, she said Abigail had started kicking hard just as I sat down.

I a bite from my little "one serving" slice of pizza and began feeling a little stingy. I asked Melissa if she wanted a bite, she again said "No."

Abigail kicked her hard and I told her to go ahead and take a bite. Melissa took a bite, a big bite I might add, out of my "single serving" of pizza.

It occurred to me at that moment, the pizza no longer belonged to me, so I handed the plate to Melissa and told her to finish it. I got exactly one bite.

Melissa finished the pizza and Abigail immediately stopped kicking. It proves to me, that even though Melissa was not hungry, Abigail was determined to take the food out of my mouth, especially when it is a "single serving" of pizza, hot from the oven.

I doubt many will believe the stories from my interactions with this yet to be born daughter, but they are true. She responds to me in so many ways and each brings new joy to my heart.

I can so lift my legs.. Just watch me!

Today was the first of four Hypnobirthing classes. I showered, got dressed and discovered I was in a really good mood, until the flat tire.

I went to pick Melissa up from work to go to class. Upon arrival at her office, there was a guy on a scooter yelling at me, "Hey lady, do you know your tire is flat?" I wanted to yell back, "Yep, I like driving on flat tires so I can ruin it and pay for a new one!" I didn't say that but I cussed like a sailor, because this was the second flat tire in less than 10 days, and I knew the dealer would still not have a placement in stock. This meant at least 2 trips to the dealer and aggravation. The part that made me angry, is the "flat indicator" light did not come on!

Needless to say, there were several words I cannot post on this blog, coming out of my mouth at an alarming rate. Not that I mind changing a tire, but I don't want it as a career! The other part, is living in DC allows all kinds of "helpful" citizens telling me how to change the tire! Did I mention how hot it was today??

So, here I am changing the tire, sweating profusely, cursing up a storm, across from the DC courthouse. I could have been committed if the right judge had been nearby.

The tire got changed, I circled back around to get Melissa, who decided to walk a couple of blocks to go back to work. I am in such a bad mood and my inner thoughts went something like this.

"(Curseword) hyponobirthing!"
"This (curseword)is not going to work!"
"Why does Melissa have to read so (curseword)much?"
"Hypnobirthing my (curseword)!"

So, after an hour or so drive, we find something to eat, and find the woman's house. I sit my overtired, now grungy, grumpy butt down into a chair and begin to once again learn about birth.

Then it happens. The instructor goes through a script, which actually relaxes me. Then she "suggests" my legs are so heavy, I can't lift them. My response was "Yeah right!" However, as I tried to prove her wrong, I discovered I could not move my legs. By the time she got to "you can't open your eyes," I was a bit humored and a bit ticked. I wanted to say, "I can so lift my legs! Just watch me!" But, I was in a hypnotic state and couldn't speak.