Friday, February 20, 2009

Chalk it up!

Sidewalk chalk = big fun for three year old

Valentine's Day Bike Ride

One thing we've really missed since coming to Texas is having a nice place to ride our cruisers.  They are parked in the barn, collecting dust (sigh!).  Every once in a while we ride around the hay field with Riley on his balance bike, but the hay field is meant for tractors, not beach cruisers...there are too many holes and bumps in the way. 

For Valentine's Day Tom planned an awesome day away in Austin, which is about a 2 hour drive north.  The weather was a bit windy and overcast, but it didn't matter.  It was Valentine's Day and we were out enjoying the change in scenery.  In the middle of downtown Austin is a lake that looks much more like a river and has ten miles of wide trials around it.  We were there the day before the Austin marathon and saw many people out and about getting ready for the run.  It was so exhilarating to be near water again and people in running attire exercising their dogs and having fun with their mates.  Austin has many similar personality traits to Humboldt, so in many ways, it was like we were "home" again.

We rode to Whole Foods for a picnic lunch and enjoyed homemade chocolate covered strawberries on a blanket by the lake. 

Our camera battery died right about here so I didn't get any pictures of us all on our bikes =(

Go ahead and laugh

I don't think it's funny, but you might.

Isn't that a bad sign when your 6'4", 195 lb. husband can fit into your maternity jeans?  The worst part about it?  They look better on him than they do on me!

Texas Orthopedics

Tom needed ankle surgery to repair a few broken parts.  This is what his cast looked like.
Nothing but John Deere.  A true green and yellow fan.  (Riley was showing his "owie" too in this photo.  It had actually healed up by this time but he had cut his toe open on a piece of steel.  A little Miracle Salve and keeping it clean was all he needed.  You can find miracle salve here.  Can't say enough about this great stuff.)

Tom needed a second cast and this time the doctors and nurses were happy to oblige his taste again.  They all took pictures themselves of the John Deere cast and then let him take it home as a souvenir.

Stock Show and Rodeo

I went to my first Rodeo...okay, okay, I've been to the Rodeo in Fortuna, but honestly, they just don't compare.  Here's a few photos from the day.

This rodeo event was my favorite.  It's called Mutton Bustin'...where small children (ages 4-7) hop on top of a large wooly sheep and the sheep races across the arena.  The child who stays on the longest wins.  It is hilarious.

Father and Son walked away with brand new hats.  What do you think...doesn't my husband look good in a cowboy hat?

Riley got new boots!

Have you ever seen so many cowboy hats in one place?

Us in the petting zoo.  Here I am eight months pregnant.

Now, what makes the San Antonio rodeo a real rodeo?  Well, people come from all over the US to compete in it.  There is a million dollar prize at the end.  Everyone performing is professional..meaning, this is what they do (read: all they do) to earn a living.  There was a female barrel racer who recently won $96,ooo for one race.  There is big money in this rodeo business.

Anyway, instead of posting a bunch of photos here, I'm going to redirect you to my mobile me gallery, through Apple.  It's very cool.  I hope you like it.  Click here.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Too funny not to post...

I'm not trying to be mean.  Really, I'm not.  But I just had to retell my morning's experience in a Dr's office.  I went to see an OB/GYN in hopes to have an ultrasound of this critter in my womb.  I was filled to the brim with water so as to have a full stomach (as they always tell you over the phone before you go to get an ultrasound in late pregnancy)...which is really just cruel and painful punishment at this stage.  The medical assistant (MA) called my name and I went to the back of the office with her.

MA:  "Here is a cup.  Pea in it and bring it back to me."
Me:  "I'm hoping to have an ultrasound today.  Wouldn't the DR want a full bladder?  Maybe I should do this after the ultrasound?"
MA:  "That is ridiculous.  You don't need a full bladder."
Me:  "Are you SURE I should pee NOW in this cup?"

I should break now to tell you about a similar experience when I was carrying Riley.  I was told to drink 32 oz. of water 45 minutes before the ultrasound.  The woman on the phone told me that if I didn't have enough water in me, they would make me come back another day.  Fast forward three years and I've already driven an hour to be at this DR's office, waited my turn to be called.  The last thing I want is to lay on my back, uncomfortably, and have the Dr say, "Didn't they tell you to drink before you came in here?"   Anyway......

MA:  (now visibly annoyed with me) "What, are you pregnant?"
Me:  (self esteem in the tubes-- can she really not tell?)  I motion with my eyes for her to take a good look at me.  (all the while thinking-- are you really asking me this question?  this practice is called "New Beginnings" after all...only pregnant women come here.)
MA:  Just do it.
Me:  Okay.

I pee in the cup...and give it to her.  She takes me to another room and sits me down to take my blood pressure, weigh me (ugh!), and ask me a million questions.

MA:  How many live children do you have?
Me:  One
MA:  Date of birth and gender?
Me:  August 19th, 2005 and male
MA:  What hospital did you deliver him at?
Me:  He was born at home (a thrill of "I-AM-WOMAN-HEAR-ME-ROAR" pride goes through me)
MA:  Vaginal or Cesarean?
Me:  (thinking-- did she really just ask me that?)

Can you imagine?  A complete surgical procedure done by two midwives on the floor of my bedroom!  Wow-- now that is something to think about.

Sorry to leave you hanging.  Yes, I did get the ultrasound after all.  I never mentioned my empty bladder to the DR, not wanting her to turn me away.  And she never made any comments about it it ended up just fine.  Am I crazy girls or what?  Aren't you supposed to have a full bladder before the ultrasound?  Enough about that...the funniest part to me was her asking me if my home birth was vaginal or cesarean.  I should have said cesarean.  If I had, I bet she wouldn't have even noticed.

The ultrasound was quick and to the point.  It was actually disappointingly short.  She measured the femur and looked for four chambers in the heart, two kidneys, the umbilical cord insertion, etc.  In the end she printed out one abstract picture of the head.  Not the cute face, but the in top down.  

Turns out we have a 3 lb, 11oz bean inside.  She said her guess is the baby will be a 8 pounder.  She was amazed at the size of Riley (now and at birth- he was 8 lbs 14oz...not HUGE, but big enough) and said she didn't know how I did it.  (Me:  thinking...just like every other woman in the world, one push at a time...)

I have another appointment in two weeks for a more thorough ultrasound on a more high tech machine.  I'm looking forward to that.  I just have to remember for them NOT to tell me the gender.