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Hi everyone!

Mike (husband) pointed out that the majority of my most recent posts are kind of angry…and biatchy…and so on and so on. ūüôā ¬†So I thought I’d post about something fun and nice and wonderful–Rutabaker.

What the hell is a Rutabaker, you ask? “Rutabaker” is the nickname that we’ve given to our little nugget. ¬†I think Mike started calling it Rutabaga and then my mother cleverly added our last name to it and it became Rutabaker.

So here are some things about Rutabaker:

We are 18 weeks and 6 days along. We’ll be halfway there on June 20th! Kinda crazy.

We had an ultrasound on Monday and everything is on par!  Rutabaker weighs about 8 ounces and is roughly the size of a mango.

Rutabaker DOES have a gender, but we aren’t finding out what it is. I did clear it with the ultrasound tech, though, and she said that it’s definitely one or the other. ūüôā ¬†We chose not to find out because we believe that adulthood doesn’t hold very many “good” surprises. It’s usually a bad surprise–like, “You owe us $1093!” or “That mole looks suspicious…let’s get that checked out.” ¬†I think it’ll be exciting as hell to be in the delivery room and to hear someone yell, “It’s a boy!” or “It’s a girl!”

Rutabaker also has a name, whether it’s a boy or a girl. The names have been picked out for over two years and I would post them here, but I feel like that would just provoke people to steal them and then I’d get really angry that these names got popular right before I used them. They are our names, and no, you cannot have them. You will learn the name on November 8.

OH! November 8 is Rutabaker’s due date.

And here are my views on pregnancy stuff:

So far, most of my pants still fit. I haven’t “popped” as they say, but I do feel like a cow standing on two feet. ūüôā I’m waiting for that belly to blow out so I can look and feel pregnant.

I haven’t felt sick since the third month ended. I feel pretty amazing.

I might have felt a baby flutter once or twice, but who knows? That’s so hard to determine.

I have not posted any baby bump pictures on social media (and I do not intend to). If you’d like to see me pregnant, please make a live, in-person appointment. ūüėõ ¬†I actually haven’t taken any baby bump pictures at all. 1) Because I don’t have much of a bump. 2) Because I honestly don’t see the point. I get it, you want to look back and see those bump pictures and think, “Man! I was huge!” or “Aw, I was pregnant with _______ in this picture.” I feel like there will be enough candid shots of me that I don’t need to schedule week by week bump pictures. ¬†PLEASE NOTE: ¬†This does not mean that I think poorly of any of you that have done/are doing bump pictures! Yay for you! Yay for excitement! Yay for cute chalkboard drawings and notes and just YAY! Bump pictures just aren’t for me. ūüôā

Finally, I have a little something to say about complaining while you’re pregnant. I know that pregnancy can be uncomfortable and that you can’t drink or you can’t always eat the foods that you want. I get that. And I get that sometimes pregnant chicks feel like trucks walking down hallways. ¬†I will just say this–if you wanted this baby, then think twice before you complain. It’s a freaking blessing. There are tons of people out there wishing and trying and hoping. Don’t put them down by complaining about the miracle inside you. ¬†Additionally, it’s only 9 months out of your life. Not even a year. If you live to be 75 years old, that’s 900 months and each pregnancy is a mere 1% of that. I think you’ll be okay. ¬†1% of your life being slightly uncomfortable is totally worth that baby.

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Okay, while my post was not 100% bitch free, it was better than the last few. ūüôā

 

 
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Posted by on June 12, 2014 in Raising My Youngins

 

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On Aging: From 6 to 7…

In 12 days, I turn 27.

I tend to have an issue going from ages that end in 6 to ages that end in 7.  It seems like such a huge change.

I mean, from age 6 to age 7, you go from kindergarten to first grade.  Huge.

From 16 to 17, you go from carefree and fun-loving to starting to worry about college, and where you’ll go, and what you want to do with your life. HUGER.

And now, I’ll go from 26 to 27. ¬†26. ¬†My “mid-twenties”. ¬†I’ll go into my waning late-twenties. ¬†27. ¬†Three years from 30. ¬†27.

7 even looks like a more mature number than 6. ¬†6 is like a little chubby kid, round and lopped over and standing steady on a wide base. ¬†7 is like the cooler older sister that 6 tries to be–tall, slim, standing high in¬†stilettos.

But with that tall, slim figure and heightened view come bigger responsibilities:  being a grown-up, fighting with your own insurance company (highlight of my day, lemme tell ya), picking your battles, battling your biological clock, money.  And that, my friends, is the HUGEST.

Mike told me last night that people are happiest at the age of 33. ¬†I believe it. ¬†You’re far away from 6’s and 7’s, you’ve probably got some routine to your life, people that you’re happy with, maybe even some nuggets.

But for now, I’m fighting 7–enjoying my last 12 days as a chubby kid who hasn’t yet had the realization that there’s no going back to childhood at this point–that each year now is just another year closer to more responsibility…and I hope some pleasant surprises.

 
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Posted by on April 10, 2012 in Daily Happenings

 

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Literary Names for Nuggets

I know I know–I’m really digging this baby-naming thing into the ground. ¬†And no, for all of you who like to insinuate–I’m not knocked up. ¬†But everyone around me is and my ovaries are glowing and damnit I want to name something!

And being that I studied literature for 7 years in college (including grad school, assholes), I think that I have to address the fad of naming nuggets after literary characters. ¬†And I can only assume that authors put a lot of thought into naming their characters. ¬†This is one of those instances that I’m sure they look at the meanings of names and base their characters actions off of them. ¬†It’s a good theory.

I always wrote nonfiction, so I never really got to name anything (except unfortunate barn cats)…but I assume that this is how it goes.

There are obvious problems with this–but also obvious advantages. ¬†I mean,¬†people LOVE characters from books, but rules #1: ¬†THEY MUST BE CLASSIC TITLES! ¬†None of this Stephenie Meyers bullshit. ¬†Pick a classic book, like¬†The Great Gatsby or something by Shakespeare. ¬†Or you can name them after the authors themselves… ¬†A little boy named Tennyson would be adorable. ¬†Heck, a little girl named Tennyson would be adorable. ¬†Dylan? ¬†YEAH!

But if you’re going to go literary–author or character–please just don’t make it after a fad. ¬†Make sure that the book is respected, and that it’s going to be around for awhile. ¬†And who cares if it’s controversial–Twain’s a pretty sweet name.

CHEERS!

 
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Posted by on April 4, 2012 in Raising My Youngins

 

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