Friday, May 15, 2009

And we have contact

I finally have an address. I finally can send all the letters & pictures that have been piling up. And if you have a moment, pray for Damm. Rob (brother to Damm) said, "uh, he's in basic. It's supposed to be hard" when I asked him to pray for his brother-I know it's supposed to be hard but that's no reason to not pray for him (that same brother readily gave me money to buy a phone card for Damm so he must be forgiven for his comment). As far as I can tell from his letters he started Basic on the 8th of May (Friday) so we now begin the countdown. It looks like he might have up to 10 days between the end of Basic and AIT so I have renewed hope about him being able to fly back here (the prospect of a 3-day drive to SC is not the most attractive one; however I'm determined to go there if he can't come here).

So I'm pretty sure I've mentioned how much I like the Gilmore Girls show. Orclette likes 'em too-it's the second thing she asks for in the morning (the first being chocolate). And I'm Netflixing the 7th season which I have only seen once (this compared to having seen the other seasons 5+ times). And in between receiving the Netflix DVD's I've started the series over again. We're currently at the end of Season 1. Now, I don't actually watch watch them-it's more a comforting background noise. It's like having an old friend over. Which, as I told Damm in one of the many letters he'll soon be getting, sounds a little weird. But so true. It's my coping mechanism. (Well, one of them)

I can't decide if little one #2 is going to be Charis or Brendan. With the Orclette I knew it was going to be a girl. With this one I'm not sure. Some days I lean towards boy, other days I'm convinced it'll be a girl. On scary days I imagine I'll have twins. I try to squelch that though-I'm not prepared for two new little ones. And I'm not big enough to be having twins, so it's just one of those unreasonable fears. It'll be cool if its a boy-I have an excuse to buy all new stuff. If it's a girl there will be pressure to just reuse stuff. Which is ok, but I remember all my friends who had to wear/play/use second-hand things. They hated it. I understand that it gets expensive to outfit kids, and I'm not trying to criticize-but if I have the money to buy new things for each child then why not? And I mentioned that to my mother-in-law. And there was a disconnect in the space-time continuum. There was non-comprehension. There would be the same with my mom. Why not reuse a perfectly good item? Why buy new when what worked for the Orclette will surely work for the little one?

Anyway, in the end there will most likely be a mixture of new AND used for each child. And while we're on the subject of the little one, I'm gonna mention how he/she is making it really hard to breathe. And sleeping is getting more and more uncomfy. I daydream about finally seeing a doctor and her telling me that I'm actually due in July and not August. Of course, that would be somewhat inconvenient as my mom is coming in August and she's the only one besides Damm who's allowed in the delivery room (and obviously the doctor and nurses). But if I'm floating on an epidural I guess soloing the experience wouldn't be too bad (it was bad enough having Damm and my mom in the room last time-there is NO WAY anyone new is going to be allowed to see me go through labor).

Ok, brain is screaming for coffee. And there's an Orclette to cajole into wakefulness so she can watch Gilmore Girls with me :D

Thursday, May 14, 2009

On Working Out

They sell really cute, fashionable workout clothing. But since I'm currently on a budget and I'd rather spend my money on actual clothing I didn't buy any. So when I go to my new gym I wear my usual shorts and one of Damm's t-shirts. Makes me look like a tent, but it works. And it didn't bother me until she showed up.

She was a tan, blond fitness goddess. Tribal tattoo around one arm. Perfectly cut muscles. Very cute workout clothing. And all of a sudden I very much cared what I was wearing. Never mind that here I am, almost 7 months pregnant and still working out. Never mind that I'm in better shape than half of the people I see in the gym. I did not look like tan blond fitness goddess. I looked like a tent. And boy did it bother me.

She wasn't there yesterday though. And I didn't have any trouble keeping my heart rate around 140. See, as a pregnant person the general rule of thumb is go ahead and exercise but keep your heart rate around or below 140. People, that's walking at a brisk pace. You can see a doctor and they can test you and find out what your safety threshhold is but I'm not covered til June 1. So I stick to the general guidelines. And as I said, yesterday no problem. Tuesday, however, the darn heartrate machine must have been broken. I wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary but the little numbers stayed in the 150-160 range the entire time. I reduced resistance, I reduced the height of the machine (I was on the elliptical and then the treadmill) and nothing seemed to work. Deuced irritating.

I plan to keep working out til little one makes his/her appearance. I seem to remember lifting weights the day before Orclette was born. I think my mom has a picture. And no, that picture will never be seen.

Today I go to work at 7 a.m. It will be fun coaxing a sleepy Orclette out of bed while she's swinging fists and emphatically saying "no! No! NO!" But as soon as she gets to Grandma's they'll start digging holes in the backyard for the 20hundredplants Grandpa brought back for Grandma from Grandpa's mother in Waco, TX (the number keeps on growing, but his AC died on the way back so he is totally excused). I get off at 11 a.m. or sooner (although I think I'll stick around and read magazines if we finish shelving early) and I'm contemplating Sonic. You see, I've been having Sonic Blast and french fries cravings again. They won't go away. So today might be the day that I succumb. Hehe, my life is exciting :D

No more letters from Damm, but I'm hoping that at least he's started the training. And mebbe the next letter will have an actual address on it .... then my letters are actually communicating and not just sitting around the house.

Transformers and Terminator: Cool machines and Christian Bale. I fell in love with Christian Bale when I was 13 and watched "Treasure Island" with the great Heston and Bale starring. So I tend to want to see whatever movie he plays in. That did lead to seeing the remake of "Little Women," which was a mistake, but oh well (the original is better, imo). Anyway, I think father-in-law and brother-in-law and I are going to go see both of those when they come out. I would just go with brother-in-law but we keep getting mistaken for a married couple and that's just awkward with Damm gone. And Harry Potter in July and New Moon in November ... good year for movies.

Ok, I'm out. Someone, perhaps a pesky little brother, was bugging me about not posting. I admit, my brain has been elsewhere. And you try and post when a little tyke (guess who? the Orclette) is sitting on your lap and trying to help.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009


Believe it or not the Orclette and I have been very busy. I joined a gym and have arranged to drop Orclette off at grandma's at 1 p.m. everyday (that I'm not working, or they're busy, etc.) so I can have a wonderful hour of working out by myself. Then we stick around the in-laws house til about 6 or 7, come back and wind down by watching movies for an hour. Sleep, then repeat.

Most of my composition efforts have gone into the letter-a-day I've been writing for Damm. We finally got out first letter yesterday. Apparently they took a sample of his blood after he had been up more than 37 hours and he fainted. He thought it had been a dream until his pounding headache arrived. I don't know a whole lot more than that, his letter was barely coherent.

Ok, I need coffee. The words are not flowing, inspiration is not flowing.