Wives Tales

So, now that the cat is out of the bag I'm going to share with you some of the fun Justin and I have had with old wives tales.  Justin is of course convinced we're having a boy, with or without the below results:

Are You A Lefty or a Righty?  LEFTY

So when you sleep, do you sleep on your left? Because if you do, then it’s a boy for you! On your right, a girl is in sight.

Has the hair on your legs grown faster than normal?  FASTER

Or has it grown just like normal? Because if it’s growing faster than it did pre-pregnancy, then you’re said to be having a boy.

Morning Sickness?  HAVEN’T PUKED YET

Did you experience morning sickness in early pregnancy? If you did, then you’re said to be carrying a girl, but if you didn’t have morning sickness, then it’s a boy.

Top Ten Things...

The top ten things I've noticed thus far about pregnancy are:

1. Pregnant women can win any burping competition, hands down.
2. Flatulance... and you can't always blame it on the dog.
3. Bloating - hello?!  Seven pounds for what?  The thing isn't even the size of a pea yet.
4. I'm crampy, not to be mistaken for cranky. 
5. There is no pregnancy book out there that can prepare you for the night sweats.  S-A-T-U-R-A-T-E-D
6. I'm hungry...all the time.  Not much different than usual, but noteworthy.
7. I've never been so thirsty in my life, sometimes waking up at 3a.m. for a bottle of water.
8. Oh, and what goes well with a bottle of water at 3a.m.?  Frequent urination. 
9. Forget "morning sickness", what about feeling car sick with or without a car?  Knock on wood I've skipped over the "vomit" stage, however the queasiness is hit or miss.
10. Sheer exhaustion.  I'm the "sleep 8-10 hours only to have enough energy to shower and go back to bed" type of exhausted.

If you haven't figured it out already, Justin and I are expecting. It appears my aforementioned baby fever has developed into a full scale illness better known as pregnancy.  28 weeks to go!

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Furry Friday: In Good Taste

It's hard to find things our little Rye-guy doesn't have a taste for.  He will beg for a taste of whatever you are eating, even if it's celery sticks.  In trying to keep in mind that his waist line doesn't exactly love snacks as much as Riley does, we have been purchasing what are purported to be "healthier" versions of his usuals.  For Milkbones, we've been buying the granola based ones.  Rachel Ray offers her "Just Six" snacks, which I've mentioned before, and now we've tried out Beneful's baked versions called "Baked Delights".  He loves their Quacks and their Hugs.  We're now testing out the Snackers.  They're veggie/fruit shaped but are a peanut butter based product.  So far he seems to like them.  

Luck of the draw

So far today is shaping up to be a pretty crappy day.  I woke up thinking it was Friday.  Wished my bff a very Happy Birthday, only to have her say "ummm thanks, it's tomorrow," and then I dive into my lunch pail to find that I had been packed a plain oatmeal packet for breakfast.  My husband's response "sorry, you got the luck of the draw."  Yeah, while that may be true, let's just discuss why the heck they put that disgustingly bland unflavored packet in the variety box in the first place.  Does anyone know? 

Scatter Brain

Let's just talk about the joys of the internet, shall we?  Just about anything makes the cut for a piece of news on the world wide web... and then I read it.  LOL.  Some of the items that made it on my reading list today include the following:

• I'd read an article about some artist named Hirst who killed 9000 butterflies in the name of art.  There was a link to photos of other odd works of art featuring dead animals and the like.  Unfortunately I cannot retrace my steps to the subsequent article but it revealed a technical term for taxidermy used as an art form (think Steve Carell in Dinner for Schmucks).  I was going to say you learn something new every day, however, in my case only if you write it down.

Furry Friday: Halloween Prep

I cannot believe how long it's been since I wrote a Furry Friday post.  I'm also kicking myself that I didn't take any pictures of Riley this past weekend trying on his Halloween costume.  That's right, Riley even gets into the spirit.  One year he was a Hot Dog (creative for a dachshund don't you think?) and another year he was a Devil.  This year we didn't have his hair trimmed in August and so he's a little shaggy, however this would work great for a few costumes on the market right now: Yoda, Scarecrow, and... PIRATE.  Can you tell we went with Pirate?  He's so friggin' cute.  In the past, he wasn't crazy about the other costumes because they were constricting (one was a t-shirt style, the other had to velcro around him), so this year we simplified.  His costume has a skull and crossbones bandana and a pirate's hat.  Surprisingly he sits still long enough to put on the hat.  I should take some photos of him in all his costumes to date to share on the blog.

OTC

Since my husband kept me up until the wee hours of our third wedding anniversary, and not for reasons one might expect, I dedicate today's blog to him.  Last night while he was coughing his head off I began writing this very blog in my head since I was unable to sleep.  I've decided to rant a little about OTC medications.

We all know that the common cold is kryptonite for our big, strong men.  Couple that with all the TV time our big, strong men intake and they are pudding in the hands of the Nyquil/Dayquil media hype.  My husband is a firm believer that Nyquil and Dayquil are the end all of OTC meds.  Unfortunately I tend to disagree.  In my oh-so-scientific study of observation and consumption I've found that Nyquil is known to knock you out in 10 minutes flat, however wears off in about 2 hours (not the 4-6 they purport) and if anyone so much as brushes against you in that two hour time frame you react like a Vietnam War Veteran.  As for Dayquil, you'd be better off taking a spoonful of sugar with two advil than downing their two orange capsules.  Neither seem to touch the "I didn't wear a coat outside all weekend" cough (aka "A-Hole's Cough"), but don't tell my husband that.

Road Cone Math

In Upstate New York there is an upstanding joke that our seasons are Cold, Effin' Cold, Tolerable and Roadwork.  With the recent screw up to our Daylight Savings Time our seasons have apparently gotten themselves mixed up as well.  Normally it is throughout our Summer that the roadwork signs appear and our daily travels are interrupted.  For whatever reason, the roadwork cones are out in full force now and we're well into the start of Fall.  I say the roadwork cones are out as opposed to crews because it's rare you see a worker, however someone put them there so I guess that counts for something.