Menu

We are trying to plan the menu for the baby shower. This is proving to be a little diffacult because it requires coordination between my mother and MIL, who have very different ideas about things to say the least. We are going for a BBQ type event and there will be men, women, and children there. So help me out....what am I mising?

Appys
Guacomole
Sun dried tomato dip
Hummas and pita
Veggie Tray Spinac
Cheese and Cracker Tray
Deviled Eggs
Melon wrapped in proscuito
Spinach Dip (maybe)
Bruschetta (maybe)

Entrees
Hamburgers
Hotdogs (Thurmans)
Spinach Salad
Caprese Salad
Pasta Salad
Potato Salad
Sandwich Tray
Bonduki (sp?) I have no idea what this is. It is some kind of pork meatball my MIL in insisting on making
Sausage and Peppers

Dessert
Cake
Cupcakes
Brownies
Fruit Salad in carved watermelon.
Ice Pops for the kids

I am open to any and all suggestions.

Home Improvements

I finally feel like I have had a very productive weekend. On Sat, Frank and his uncle patched the drywall in our basement that was ruined from a flood over a year ago. Hopefully, we will be able to get it primed this week and paint over the weekend. Yesterday, I ran a bunch of errands (Can I describe my love of the Christmas Tree Shoppe) and then we hung decorative shelves and towel bars and started on the closet organizer in the nursery. It was seriously the most we have gotten done in a weekend ever. Of course, now I want to keep going. We are on a tight schedule to get things done before the shower in August. I wanted to have it at my house for many reasons, getting the house done just seems to be an added bonus.

A New Day

I was watching So You Thing You Can Dance the other night. No seriously, it is a pretty good show. Anyway, there was a dance to A New Day by Celine Dion and I fell in love with the song. I am not the biggest Celine Dion fan, actually I can't stand her, but the words of the song caught my attention. I found the song on iTunes and I have been listening and crying ever since. Rumor has it this song was inspired by her own struggle with infertility and the birth of her son.

I was waiting for so long
For a miracle to come
Everyone told me to be strong
Hold on and don't shed a tear

Through the darkness and good times
I knew I'd make it through
And the world thought I had it all
But I was waiting for you

Hush, love

I see a light in the sky
Oh, it's almost blinding me
I can't believe
I've been touched by an angel with love

Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun
A new day has...come

Where it was dark now there's light
Where there was pain now there's joy
Where there was weakness, I found my strength
All in the eyes of a boy

I have a new favorite song and I can't wait to share it with my son.

Big Week

Last week was a big week. We had our "big" ultrasound and it is still a boy, and more importantly everything looks great. We have also narrowed down daycare choices, begun our registries, ordered furniture and the shower invites have gone out. Everything is rolling right along. October still seems very far away, but I guess in reality it is not.

Sad

I am deeply saddened by the death of Tim Russert. Probably more than I should be for a man I did not know personally. I am not big into politics but I did enjoy Meet the Press on Sundays.
I remember clearly when he spoke at my college graduation. They actually moved graduation back a couple of hours so he could fly up after Meet the Press. I have no idea who spoke at my grad school or med school graduations so he obviously made an impression. My Nana LOVED Tim Russert, spoke about him as if they were best friends. She was in a wheelchair at my graduation and due to her preferred seating, she sat next to Luke, Tim's son, who was about 11 at the time. I know she is up there trying to tell him all about it right now.
God Speed Tim.

Snotty

One of the things with being pregnant is people ALWAYS ask you how you feel. Nonstop. I have been really lucky and have had very few side effects (knocking wildly on wood). Plus, I feel like complaining about pregnancy side effects after going through infertility somehow appears ungrateful. Anyway, my only real side effect has been congestion. Yeah, that's one not every one knows about but makes for some rather uncomfortable sleeping conditions. Overall though, it has not been too bad, until about 2 weeks ago that is.

I got a pretty nasty cold two weeks ago which was miserable. I hardly ever take cold meds to begin with and now with the whole pregnancy thing, I was not about to start. Until the night I realized I would never sleep and literally could not breathe at all which resulted in a breakdown sending Frank to the store 2 minutes before closing to sign his life away for some Sudafed. The cold got better as colds do and I was feeling pretty good going into Memorial Day weekend. Then the allergies hit in a big, bad, way. I have always had allergies and was surprised I had not been having any symptoms as it has been a pretty bad season (see why the knocking on wood is important). After watching me claw off my face for a week and threatening death if he dared open a window, Frank suggested that perhaps I take some allergy medicine. So I started some Zyrtec, which luckily is now over the counter so the insurance company can refuse to pay for it. After paying a half of tank of gas for a few measly pills, I was feeling better. For two days. Then I started coughing like I was applying of the job of sea lion in a Sea World show. A (self) diagnosis of bronchitis and a few days into a Z Pack and I am not coughing nearly as much, but now my allergies are out of control again and have apparently decided that Zyrtec is not going to keep them down. And the congestion is back.

So much for not wanting to take medicine, this kid is going to need rehab when he is born. He is also going to have a mother without a head because I am chopping mine off. It seems to be the only answer.

The Hips don't lie

I have never ever been a small girl. I have, in fact, been very very large. However, even when I was at my lowest weight, my hips were still disproportionately large when compared to the rest of my body. Thanks to my Dad's side for that one. I am self conscious about it and while I may be lazy about exercising these days, there is not much I can do about how my weight distributes itself. I proved that one when I was running seven miles a day. So why is it that people must constantly point out that I am carrying the baby in my hips. I KNOW! I GET IT! Thanks for bringing it to my attention. I swear, these things better be good for easily pushing out an infant or I am not going to be pleased.