Friday, May 30, 2008

the blog's birthday

Wow, has another year of blogging really flown by? I am ashamed to admit that I missed the birthday of my own blog. (I hope this is not any indication of what type of parent I'm going to be!) Back on May 25th, the DIVA Domain, in all her pink glory, turned 4 years old.

It's always amusing to look back to 2004 and remember where I was, and what I was doing, but it's funny how some things don't change. I started the blog because I was completely bored with my job, and here I sit, blogging at work, because I'm bored with my job!

Thursday, May 29, 2008

secrets revealed

so earlier in the week I decided that I would take a day off and drive up to TN to see the wife who has missed me a lot in the last couple of weeks. I do not inform her of my plans, instead I try to arrange everything in secret. But, wouldn't you know it, Amanda went and figured it out anyways. Turns out I had told my sister about driving up there this weekend but failed to inform her that it was a secret so she told Amanda. Finally after a few moments of being questioning by my wife I broke down and informed her that I am going to be there for the weekend to visit and take another car load of stuff to FL. I will have to say though that after hearing me tell her that she would see me this weekend her attitude did a complete 180 and she has been talking about it ever since then.

Moral of the story is, if you are going to try to surprise Amanda you better have all your basis covered.

a not so quiet riot

Please pray for South Africa. This country and their people are very near and dear to my heart. I don't know if you've seen any stories on the news lately- but it looks like riots that started in Johannesburg between native South Africans and refugees from other countries have spread to other parts of the country including Cape Town. Mike and Pam Talley are missionaries from Brentwood Baptist Church serving in Cape Town right now, and their blog has updates on the goings-on in Cape Town.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

the nonexistent Spring Break 2008

It's the end of an era. For the past 4 years, my friends and I have taken an annual beach trip over Memorial Day weekend, dubbed Spring Break 04, 05, 06, and 07. We've gone from 2 to 5 to 8 to 9 girls. We've drank watermelons, stayed in swanky beach houses and condos, giggled our way through dinners at Aunt Peggy's, drank margaritas, danced in Publix parking lots, soaked up the sun, fought over space in the back seat, been mistaken for lesbians, met Sammy Stephens of the Flea Market Montgomery (hey hey!), and even met future husbands.

This year, we're all grown up, and are going our separate ways. I hate change, so it makes me sad, even though every one of these ladies with whom I've shared the company of a 7 hour car trip with is doing fun and fabulous things with her time:

So where are they now?? Rhonda & Hubby Joe are spending the weekend here in town (no doubt doing cute coupley married things)! Emily & Amy will be in Moldova leading a team on a mission trip. MA, Mandy, Siebe, and Lana just got back from their own fabu trip to Europe. Scottie-too-hottie is with her fiancee in the Big D (we miss you Sarah!). Lisa and Melissa are taking their own beach trip this year with a new set of girls- and thus, the cycle continues!

And me? I am confined to the local area, unable to travel, not-so-patiently waiting for Bradley to arrive. My treat to myself is a mani-pedi this weekend, and hopefully a healthy dose of sun.

Happy Memorial Day to you all- may it be a fun and memorable weekend, no matter where you are!

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Bump Day

The Gods have smiled on me today. Natalie and I had plans to get ice cream after work today, so imagine my surprise when she called first thing this morning to share some exciting news. One of her coworkers gets emails that alert him about deals around town, and it just so happens that Baskin Robbins is apparently giving away free ice cream today for expectant moms. I did some checking and the rumors are true!! Glory, hallelujah, today is Bump Day! We are headed there after work to take advantage of this super deal.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Labor of Love

Labor of Love is the cutesy name for the childbirth classes offered at Centennial Hospital where I'm delivering. Brian came up last weekend and this weekend so we could attend these back to back sessions together. It was a LOT of information in a short amount of time! The thing that got me most excited was the tour of the hospital, and getting to see one of the labor & delivery rooms. It helped me to envision where I will likely be spending a lot of time getting ready for Bradley to make his grand appearance.
I volunteered Brian to wear the empathy pregnancy belly which weighs 40 pounds that gives the husbands an idea of what their wives are going through. The teacher made an example out of Brian by having him lie down on the hospital bed in the classroom and practice rolling over and getting out of bed.

At one point last week the teacher was walking around with a laminated poster of the female anatomy and showing us how the expanding uterus crams all of your other organs out of the way to make room for baby. This, she explained, is why you're dealing with increased heartburn-
Amen! I exclaimed out loud-
and gas, the teacher continued, bringing chuckles from the rest of the class, and sympathetic nods and agreements from the other mothers-to-be. Slightly embarrassed by my enthusiastic unintentional admittance for both of the symptoms she described, it would not compare to Brian's bright red face after the teacher this week asked him what the highest point of a contraction was called. Brian offered "the climax?" as his answer while the rest of the class laughed, and the teacher quipped that no, but that's probably how you got here in the first place (The correct answer is peak, FYI).

Friday was Brian's and my 3 month anniversary so we celebrated by treating ourselves to dinner at Maggiano's. Here's a pic of him and me, at 35 1/2 weeks before we left for what was essentially our last date night before baby Bradley gets here!
Brian left yesterday, and I'm officially full term today, so now we begin the baby watch portion of the pregnancy. Mom was late delivering both Laura and me, but I'm praying for an early delivery for Bradley as it's becoming increasingly more uncomfortable as the days go by!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Starbux Spectacle

Time for another pregnant lady food story! This a.m. I forwent the Dunkin Donuts in lieu of yesterday's debacle and decided to make a trip over to Starbucks for my morning break instead. I had a gift card and wanted a Frappucino to tie (tide?) me over til lunchtime. When I got up to the window, the lady was so taken with my pregnant belly that after she oohed and ahhed over me, she hollered over to several other employees to come over to the window and take a look at me as well. I felt very self-conscious to say the least, with that whole fishbowl syndrome thing going on as several women stared at me through the glass drive-thru window.

And silly me, all I could think of was, here I am pregnant, and everyone knows that expecting moms are supposed to limit their caffeine intake, which I am very aware of, but I felt guilty indulging my Frappucino craving, and sat there wondering if these Starbucks employees were wondering the same thing and thinking that I am a bad mother!

Monday, May 12, 2008

Donut Drama

This morning I had a hankering for donuts, so I took my morning break and headed over to Dunkin Donuts for a dose of sugar. I knew exactly what I wanted, but once I got up to the counter and made my request for a cinnamon twist donut, I was not-so-politely informed that no such thing existed. Flustered, I described what I was wanting, and asked if they had something similar, and when I asked to see one of the Cinnamon donuts that the impatient lady at the counter did say they had, all she did was point to the baking rack. Well of course I didn't have my glasses on, so I couldn't get a good look at the selections from where I was standing, so in a fluster, I ordered 2 chocolate glazed donuts instead.

Upon walking out to my car with my purchase, I glanced in the bag and discovered that the donuts in my bag were Not what I had requested which caused me to make a U-eey and go right back inside the store. Of course by this time, there is a line, so I have to wait with my little bag to get back up to the counter and get the correct donuts. Finally I reach the counter and hand the bag back to the Dunkin Donuts employee and try to politely explain that this was Not what I had asked for. I didn't want chocolate cake donuts, I wanted regular donuts with chocolate glaze. Well this lady behind the counter is probably thinking I'm just crazy and pregnant, because apparently what I asked for is what I got, and what I was really wanting were "chocolate frosted donuts." Notice the subtlety here in the naming differences.

I'm feeling ashamed that I am so flustered about donuts, but realize that I am also very pregnant and make no apologies. I scarf down the donuts on my way back to work in hopes that the day will look up from here. And yes, for you astute readers, I recognize the irony of me complaining that I am now the size of a small house in one blog, and then recount my donut-eating antics in the following. Again, I am pregnant. I make no apologies.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Chunky Monkey

You know you're fat when even your maternity shirts start busting at the seams and fitting a little too snugly! I know, I know, I'm pregnant, I'm supposed to gain weight. But yeah, remember all those months when I gleefully announced how I hadn't gained a pound? Well karma, as they say, is a bee-yotch, and now I'm gaining at the rate of 2 pounds per week! So here I sit, tugging at my shirt all day, and switching positions frequently to quell my back pain. Ahh, the joys of motherhood!

Monday, May 05, 2008

Walking a mule in someone else's horseshoes

Don't know how many of you follow horse racing, or at least heard about what happened to the second-place finishing horse this weekend- in short, Eight Belles, who finished second behind champion horse Big Brown, broke both of her front legs in a random freak accident a quarter mile after she completed the race. As a result, on-site vets could not splint her legs and the animal had to be euthanized right there on the track. (sidenote: I am still amazed and saddened that with all of modern medicine, we haven't figured out a way to mend a horse's broken legs!)

PETA is all up in arms, and the Hubby and I disagree on the issue at hand as well. Is it cruel what these trainers and jockeys put these horses through?

My argument is that race horses were bred for racing- that's all they know, and I would imagine they are happiest doing what they do best- racing. These animals live pampered lives, and once their racing careers are over, they are usually bred and then allowed to live the remainder of their days in peaceful pastures.

Brian however hearkens horse racing to the same level of cruelty to cock fighting and sissy dogs in dog shows who aren't allowed to play, get dirty, and live "normal dog lives." He is playing devil's advocate of course, but argues that it's cruel to whip the horses like the jockeys do, and blames the death of Eight Belles in vain for purely entertainment purposes.

What do the rest of the readers say? Is horse racing cruel treatment to the animals or should instances such as Eight Belle's be overlooked as a freak accident?

Thursday, May 01, 2008

They say it's their birthdays

Today we are celebrating birthdays for two of my favorite people in the world! Hubby Brian is turning 25 (yep, he's a youngin') and sister Laura is a mere 24 years old today.

Brian is stuck in boring meetings all day (not a fun way to spend one's birthday) while Laura gets to cavort around town with George who took the day off in honor of his fiancee's birthday. (Lucky Ducks).

I'm celebrating both their birthdays in my new cubicle across the room from where I was yesterday, lamenting my constant back pain. According to the baby books, little Bradley is hovering around 4- 4 1/2 pounds right now, and he enjoys pushing up against my sciatic nerve on a regular basis. Good thing is, I can eat all the birthday cake I want right now without feeling guilty!!