The Weekend: Baby Showers and LOTS of Shopping!

The weekend was awesome. The ladies from my chorus threw a baby shower on Saturday, and little girl made out like a bandit. The highlight of the gifts was our travel system, the Graco Quattro Travel System. We also got quite a bit in Babies R Us giftcards, and some in Target gift cards also. That night we had a Christmas party at my brother-in-law’s house with all of our friends, which we do annually.

On Sunday, it was a shopping day. We decided to go use our gift cards. We bought a baby monitor, a breathable bumper, a rug for her room, a sleep positioner, and a Boppy! WOO HOO! I didn’t get a cutesy slipcover for it because we would have run out of gift card, so I just got the plain white one and figured I’d get a pretty one later if I wanted to. After that, we packed up a TON of books we had and headed to McKay’s Used Book Store here in town and got about $60.00 in store credit. We spent about $30 of it and got some things to read. I bought a breastfeeding book by Dr. Sears and got the 1st two books in the Sookie Stackhouse series. I have to say, I’m hooked. I’ve already seen the first season of True Blood (the HBO show that is based on the Stackhouse novels) and I’m really digging the book so far.
Last night, I had the most amazing dream. It was about Nellie. I had a dream that I was in the house in which I grew up in Chicago, and Nellie came early. Right there in my living room. I was holding her and was so scared first, because she was small. And I’m not talking typical newborn baby small, I mean she was about the size of a baby bird, or something. Josh got on the phone with the doctor to see if we needed to bring her to the hospital. They got her cleaned up, and cut her cord and brought her back to me and she was still so tiny. I was terrified. Josh got off the phone with the doctor and said that since everything was fine with her, the doctor said there was no need to bring her in. I protested, stating how tiny she was and Josh said, “Honey, look at her. She’s perfect.”
I looked down at the baby in my arms and she had magically grown; and looked like a normal full-grown infant. Better than normal, actually, she was FAT. I mean I had a chunky, CHUNKY baby on my hands. Her legs had little rolls all over them and her belly was so round and plump. She was beautiful. She looked exactly like her daddy in the face, and had my dark hair. She was naked, and I immediately cradled her and began breastfeeding. I remember she tried to latch on improperly the first few attempts but then she finally got it right and nursed like a pro. It was the most serene, peaceful feeling I’ve ever had from a dream. I didn’t want to wake up, but my bladder had other plans for me and I lost the dream of my fat little baby girl.
So that, in a nutshell, was my weekend. Every day that passes is another day closer to meeting my little lady!!!

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Paranormal Activity and Chili

It’s Monday again! Joy of joys. I had lots of dreams this weekend. One involved the birth of my daughter. It was very strange, because in the dream DH and I were in our new apartment and I was doing something in her nursery. All of a sudden, DH calls to me from the other room, “Natalie! She’s here!”
I looked down at my belly and I was no longer pregnant. Somehow, I had given birth to Nellie and didn’t even know it. We were so wrapped up in her, we completely forgot to tell people she was here. It was almost 3 hours after her birth that we finally started calling people. Strange. At one point, DH was in the bathroom and she began crying. I went to her and picked her up. She was swaddled and snug and once I held her, she stopped crying. She looked at me; she had dark brown hair – almost black, like mine when I was born – and dark brown eyes. She had DH’s nose and chin, but my eyes and mouth.

My other dreams involved Ada, me getting my own office at work, and…. Well, some not so pleasant things due to the fact that we went and watched the movie Paranormal Activity on Saturday. IT. WAS. SO. FREAKY. The hype over it is definitely warranted. I wasn’t terrified like I thought I’d be but it was so, SO CREEPY. Not the type of horror movie that jumps out, scares you and makes you scream and grab someone but the entire time my mouth was open, I was gasping at certain parts and was definitely tense and freaked out. Needless to say, my dreams were a bit interrupted because of the movie.

Yesterday, we headed to the Chattanooga Market for the 7th Annual Firehouse Chili Cookoff. It was fun, and I got to eat lots of tasty chili. It was COLD out, and I should have dressed warmer. My fingers were going numb from holding my chili and walking around.

We’re now into the 3rd trimester! I can’t believe that we are in the home stretch.. It’s crazy. Oh, and I have figured out why I don’t feel baby girl move a whole lot during the day. Friday night I was up until about 3 AM (which is WAY unusual for me, even on a weekend) and around 10:00, she started rockin’ and rollin’. She is DEFINITELY most active in the late evening, which is usually when I am asleep and don’t feel her. It was so funny, right around 10 PM she started kicking and I felt her a bunch for the rest of the night. I love feeling her kick and wiggle and move. It’s the best feeling in the world.

I’m going to go make myself some hot tea in an attempt to warm up. It’s so cold!

Milk Time

So I’ve heard of wacky pregnancy dreams; especially involving birthing something strange or scary, etc.


I had a dream that I was at my aunt Chris’s house… I was standing at her kitchen sink with two plastic baggies. I took out my right breast, and opened the bag. I squeezed my breast and out came breast milk. Cool, I thought, it works. I remember the reason I was squirting my milk into these bags was to save it for the baby (right, because you know using a breast pump isn’t what you NORMALLY do). The bag had a rip in it, and I thought Oh shit! I then noticed that there was a big chunk that looked like cottage cheese and I began freaking out. It’s my colostrum! That’s supposed to go to the baby, that’s where all the good stuff is! I remember picking it up, and putting it in a new non-ripped bag.

It gets weirder, folks.

After I stopped “storing” my milk in these baggies I walked into their rec room and sat down on the couch with my breast still out. Someone (I don’t know who) then brought me MY CAT HANNIBAL and I cradled him LIKE A BABY and he started TO NURSE ON MY BREAST. I said I was doing it FOR PRACTICE so I’d know how to nurse the baby.

WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?! When I woke up this morning and saw Hannibal I felt all awkward and weird.

Vivid Dreams, Heartburn, I’m Ready For a Nap!

So the thing about my dreams is that they make no sense. My dreams do not have a nice, straight storyline to follow. My husband has strange, nonsensical dreams but at least they follow some semblance of order; he walks from point A to point B, ends up at point C, even if a giant pteradactyl happens to make an appearance at some point.
My dreams bounce. In one part of the dream, I’m in my house. Then all of a sudden, I’m at my job. Before I know it, I’m in some other part of the world. They have always been very disjointed and hard to follow upon waking; hard to explain to someone.
For the past few nights, I’ve had very linear dreams. Everything happens in sequence, in order, and in very vivid detail. I’m chalking this up to pregnancy. I’ve heard that pregnant dreams can be wacky, but perhaps my pregnant dreams actually make sense where my non-pregnant dreams don’t. Last night I had a dream that I went to Australia. I was walking along some farmland, and I came across a barn. I walked inside the barn, and there was a man standing there with two animals. In the dream I didn’t know what these animals were so I asked him. He said, “Those are alpaca.” I said, “What the hell is an alpaca?” (I know what an alpaca is in actual life). He explained that it was sort of like a llama. For the record, this is what an alpaca looks like:
Right. So anyhow, he had two alpaca. One was black and white kind of cow-pattern, and the other was all black. They both had some kind of scarves, or something tied around their necks. The man warned me not to pet the black alpaca, because he had worms. As he said that, the black alpaca came up to me and started rubbing on me like a dog. I freaked out and yelled at him to get his damn alpaca off me. He started guffawing, and slapping his knee like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.
Right. Anyway.
I had another dream which I remember every detail about, but I won’t get into it here. It was a bad dream; it involved a man named Dustin with a low ponytail, dressed in a baseball cap and a preacher’s coat stalking me and harassing me and me worrying that he was going to hurt me and my baby. He also tried repeatedly to get me to drink tequila which I obviously refused, not only because I hate tequila but because I’m pregnant.
Yeah, so, my pregnant dreams may not make COMPLETE sense (alpacas?) but they are very vivid and don’t jump around like my dreams normally do.
I’m also rockin’ some wicked heartburn right now. I had some frosted mini wheats for breakfast and promptly puked a little bit of them up. Twice. When I got to work, my coworker had bought bagels and I fixed a cheese bagel with a little bit of cream cheese. It tasted great, but now my stomach is hating me and I have awful, AWFUL heartburn. I haven’t puked since this morning but my stomach just feels wonky.
I want a nap so badly, and it’s just ridiculous that I do…. I went to bed at around 8:30 last night and woke up at 5:40. That’s about 9 hours of sleep; plenty for a grown woman. But here I sit, desperate for a snooze.
Oh well, at least it’s Friday and I can take all the damn naps I want tomorrow and Sunday.
Oh! Also, I made dinner last night. I made this chicken and rice dish that I fix; it’s chicken cooked with seasoned salt, soy sauce, bell peppers and onions and served over white rice. You put cornstarch in with the whole thing to thicken up the sauce. It’s DELICIOUS. But when I was making it last night, my pregnesia (the pregnancy brain) was in full swing. First I put the water for the rice in the pot and put the pot on the stove. Then I threw the rice in the pot and turned it on. I realized that you’re supposed to boil the water FIRST, then put the rice in. D’oh. After that I took out two frying pans and poured vegetable oil in the small one, only to realize that I didn’t NEED two pans, and the pan I did need was the large one.
Sigh. It’s a wonder the dinner got finished at all and that I didn’t end up burning the kitchen down or something.