Thursday Recap

Sleeping on the couch because you gave up your spot for your daughter: only slightly annoying.

Listening to her scream relentlessly for an hour and a half: not my favorite.

Trip to Mr. V’s school infirmary just to find out the pediatrician was not there: aggravating.

Trip to pediatrician to find out your daughter has infections in both ears: $20 copay.

Amoxicillin: $5.50.

Doing all of this while 38 weeks pregnant: more than a little painful.

Knowing this will all be over in the next three weeks: Priceless. Definitely a finer thing.

Just wanted to make sure y’all knew I was still alive and hadn’t gone into labor yet!

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State of the Home Address

Dearest Family,

I have officially reached “that” point in my pregnancy. The point where I may have just grouched at one of you for chomping popcorn in my ear.

Now that I am thisclose to finishing all of my pre-baby freelance responsibilities, I fully intend to spend the rest of this pregnancy sitting on my birth ball watching DVRed shows and generally ignoring any responsibility. That, and sleeping, when and if possible.

I regret to inform you that there is no menu plan. Feel lucky if I manage to warm up something from the freezer section of the grocery store. We have some items in the freezer, but I would prefer to eat them sparingly until the baby arrives (and preferably after my mother leaves, when true insanity begins).

To my husband, I only ask that you clean up after yourself, do all the laundry, and keep our child out of my hair after you work all day. I think that’s a fair exchange considering I am carrying your son.

To my daughter, please realize that just because Mommy can’t run after you it is NOT a good time to decide to be defiant over matters such as whether you will wear your coat. Mommy will always win. Get over it. Defiance may result in no television, movies, and possible dismissal of all of your toys. Mommy is in no mood to put up with crap.

I do solemnly swear that it will only be a few weeks before I am back to my kind-hearted, warm self. Until then, I ask that you deal with it. It is a lot of work to carry your son/brother, who is apparently hungry 36 hours a day and whose greatest joy is to kick the heck out of my ribcage.

Your loving wife and mother.

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Things I Hate Thursday: Maternity Pants

I think maternity pants must be made by men.

For starters, I have never found one pair of maternity jeans that will stay up. In my pregnancy with Libbie, I suffered through this for 7 months. I had three pairs, at least, and not one would stay up. I swore that the next time I was pregnant, I would buy a decent–even expensive–pair of jeans.

And I did! I bought the much-recommended Secret Fit Belly jeans from Motherhood. BRAND NEW. (OK–with a gift card from my mom. ‘Cause we all know it might kill me to pay $35 for one item of clothing.)

From their first wear, I found them awful. Somehow the inside of the jeans was bumpy and itchy. And they would not stay up.

Now, despite my size, I do not have a lot of junk in the trunk, so to speak. And maybe I bought them too big? Who knows. But it seems the same with all maternity pants. There are three key issues:

1. They won’t stay up, forcing the wearer to constantly readjust.
2. They don’t have pockets. Because apparently pregnant women don’t need those.
3. They are WAY too short.

If you can wear these when you’re pregnant, I don’t want to know.

I have khakis, yoga pants, green cargo pants. They are all insanely short, especially considering that I am only 5’3″ and usually that is not an issue at all. And yes, they are pants, not capris. Is this only my issue or can we all complain together: BEING PREGNANT DOES NOT MIRACULOUSLY MAKE YOU SHORTER!!? In fact, a little extra length might make up for the spreading hips and the-baby-made-me-eat-that thighs.

I pretty much live in pajama pants or the two pair of Old Navy maternity yoga pants I have totally not worn for the last three years, pregnant or not. (Sadly, it appears they don’t make these anymore. Sacrilege!)

Is there an answer? Is it possible to create a pair of maternity pants that might actually stay up despite a burgeoning, whale-like belly? And be long enough? And, for the love of Pete, have pockets, too?

If you’ve found those miracle pants, I’d like to know. I’ll put them on my list of things to buy the next time I am pregnant. (Oh dear. I don’t even want to think about that right now.)

Because Jill told me I could, I am linking this to Things I Love Thursday. ‘Cause I would LOVE to find a pair of pants that magically fit. 

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Ten Indicators You Are 36 Weeks Pregnant

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1. Constant ache in hips and back causes you to take three hot baths a day and ask your partner to rub some strange joints and muscles. Wonder about cost of hiring live-in masseuse.

2. Pretty sure putting on socks did not used to be so difficult. Determine to only get pregnant again at a time when you will not have to wear socks at the end of pregnancy. Then remember how miserable it is to be pregnant when it’s 100 outside.

3. Fear you will all have to move into the backyard because you are completely incapable of keeping house even a smidgen clean.

4. Regret buying front-loading washer, because you nearly go into labor every time you have to unload it into the dryer.

5. Fear long pre-labor due to dehydration again. Fear drinking too much water because how many more times COULD you possibly go to the bathroom today?

6. Constant repositioning from couch, to floor, to birth ball, to bed, to bath, to laying down. Pretty sure you are frightening your toddler.

7. Fear spousal unit will leave you before the baby comes out, because you no longer are able to keep house/attend to children/cook/be intimate/all of the above.

8. Have memorized all the words to the theme songs of “Sid the Science Kid,” “Play with Me Sesame,” and “Curious George.”

9. Are thankful that if you make peanut butter and jelly with natural PB and organic jelly, it must be good for you and your kids.

10. Time is split as following: 10% examining stretch marks and rubbing cream on them; 20% trying to remember what body looked like before baby was inside; 20% lying on couch moaning; 25% eating; 20% trying to get comfortable enough to go to sleep; 5% actually sleeping. And intermittently going to the bathroom throughout all activities.


Added to Top Ten Tuesday at OhAmanda. Picture used with permission of Flickr Creative Commons.

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Everything’s Bananas

I had to go to the grocery store today on my way home from work–for bananas. Always bananas. Yesterday that was ALL Libbie would eat. As I was driving home, someone turned RIGHT in front of my car and I had to slam on my just-changed-yesterday brakes, my groceries spilling off my backseat.

I can’t tell you how many almost-accidents I’ve had in the last few months. It never really seems to be my fault (except once, when I was following too closely and had to slam on my brakes), I am usually just puttering along in my own lane, going the speed limit. One day it was someone who ran a red light very late and almost hit me as I was turning right. But still, with so many near-misses, I can’t help but think maybe I’m not alert, not paying quite enough attention.

I’ve come home from work so many days longing to spend time with Libbie playing and yet being so tired all I really want to do is crash. Someone Tweeted today that they wanted to be knitting and needed to be doing dishes, so they were on the computer instead. I feel like that’s my life.

I want to read more books. I want to keep the house clean. I want to crochet. But my computer sucks me in like a magnet and I waste vast amounts of time refreshing Twitter and commenting on blogs.

I am too worn out to even do the things I want to do. I default to the most mindless activities. I play Farmville, for goodness sake.

With the near-miss accident today, I just started bawling. One of those gut cries that you know comes from somewhere else than the situation you’re in. It was because I am exhausted. Because I hate my body. Because Libbie won’t eat anything at all the last week. Because I’m overwhelmed at work. Because I want to eat lunch out but can’t spend the money.

I need some refreshment of the soul. So if I’m not here as much, you’ll know where I am–and where I should be, a lot more. Meditating on the beautiful story of the Christ child and remembering His sacrifice for me.

Top Ten Things I Would Like to Tell Nashville Drivers

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10. Two words: ALTERNATE MERGE. I think this would solve most of the problems with Nashville drivers.

9. Guy who just cut me off? Waving does not make it OK.

8. If we’re both merging onto the highway on a ramp, you zooming in and going around me makes me very angry. It’s not polite.

7. Going 100 when the speed limit is 65 is endangering everyone else. Double scary points if you are zooming in and out of lanes.

6. If it’s raining, there is a solution to driving more safely: slow down! Not so difficult to understand!

5. I am way far away from a speed demon–I usually go at most 5 over the speed limit–but going 55 when the speed limit is 70 is really aggravating. And somehow this happens every. single. day. when I’m on my way home from work.

4. Please put down your stinking cell phone and pay attention to the road! (Yes, I am an old lady. And totally hypocritical, but I try not to talk on my phone and drive TOO much. And I definitely do not text…especially since it’s illegal in TN.)

3. The “edging out” technique is getting old. Someone warned me about this before I even moved to Nashville. This is just trying to make an accident happen when someone isn’t paying great attention.

2. My BIGGEST Nashville pet peeve is people getting in the left turn lane before there even IS a turn lane. They get over a mile before they even want to turn left. Then, if you were waiting patiently until the left turn lane was ACTUALLY THERE, for goodness sake, you can’t get over because of all the people zooming past. I HATE THIS. VERY VERY MUCH. JUST IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING.

1. And hey, if you feel like you’re going to pass out, don’t just get off the highway–PULL OFF THE ROAD. Yes, there’s a story here. Click on the picture of my lovely car for the whole tale.


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I’ve Been Off

The other day, I cursed out loud.

That is something I NEVER do, y’all. In fact, you better not tell anyone, for fear I might lose my job. I’m just glad it was just to myself.

It was yet ANOTHER one of those days. I had more things stacked on my plate that I could possibly take. I left work, went and got Libbie. I’d forgotten to pick up some recipes I needed off the printer. On my way to get Mr. V from school, I remembered the breast milk that had been in my bag to give to daycare was still in there.

After a day of running around trying to get things prepared to go out of town, being away from home the night before, chasing reprints at work, and trying to fix a meal for someone who lived far away without going home first…it was too much. I cursed.

I immediately recoiled and asked for forgiveness from God, but it still amazed me I had gotten to that point.

It seems almost every day lately I feel like the stupidest person alive. I guess it’s the 10-second-Mommy-memory. The packed schedule. The sleep deprivation. How many of those days can one girl take?

I don’t want Libbie to have a stupid momma. The thing is, I’m NOT stupid! It’s so frustrating to have this abysmal memory for details. Maybe I need to start doing more brain games or something.

What are your tools for battling mommy brain?

Oh, and the breast milk? I left it in the car overnight.

Top Ten Reasons I Don’t Care about St. Patrick’s Day


I’m sure missing out … I could look THIS stupid!!

1. I’m not Irish.

2. I’m not Catholic.

3. I don’t drink beer, so no enthusiasm over green beer.

4. Plus, going out to drink would cause me to be up later than 10 o’clock.

5. Leprechauns scare me.

6. I could never find a four-leaf clover.

7. I hate being pinched. (Anyone who has tried to pinch me today has been informed they will be kicked. And I am not kidding.)

8. I have green eyes, so that should be green enough.

9. I don’t look that good in green in the first place.

10. As Mr. V pointed out this morning, isn’t nearly every day some saint’s day? Why did we pick St. Patrick to celebrate as a full-out holiday?

Lest you think I hate every holiday, I promise, I love most of them. The ones that have a point. Like Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and patriotic holidays.

This post is part of OhAmanda‘s Top Ten Tuesday carnival.

The Valentine Rant

I promise tomorrow I am going to have the ooey-gooiest Valentine’s post you can imagine. It will make you all want to throw up. It is already written and set to post at some undisclosed time tomorrow. So stay on the edge of your seats. :)

But for today, I can still be angry right? Honestly I have just been in an angry mood all week due to several factors: my milk supply has tanked, an article I already wrote is not going to be published, I’ve been sick, I dislike Valentine’s Day in general. But here is the kicker.

When I brought Libbie into daycare Tuesday morning her teacher informed me that I was expected to bring Valentines from Libbie to the kids in her class on Friday. I was flabbergasted. Libbie is THREE MONTHS OLD, y’all. Her class is all infants 10 months and under. I am fairly certain that none of them will realize whether or not Libbie sent them a Valentine.

I posted this to Twitter (which also goes to my Facebook status), and got pretty much the same response from everyone: HUH?

I was tempted to wipe her little baby hand in some hot pink child-safe ink we have at home, smear it on some paper, and say that is what Libbie could do for Valentines. Because she’s THREE MONTHS OLD.

Instead, I bought the cheapest kiddy cards I could find (Scooby Doo, $1.99) and addressed them to those seven kids and three teachers. Because I don’t want to be “THAT” mom on the bad list. But it pained my heart.

I want my two dollars back.

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In some unranting news, I’ve finally made the step up and own vanderbiltwife.com!! If you could change your Google reader and other feeds to go there, that would be awesome. Thanks!

Helpful Grammar Hints for Bloggers

In one of the great sessions I attended at Blissdom, the topic of how important good grammar and punctuation is on a blog came up. It appears Shannon from Rocks in My Dryer is a grammar-a-holic. I knew I loved her!

I am a copy editor by profession. So please take what follows not as what the general population thinks about your blog but what I and other crazies might think. But really, you don’t want some simple punctuation errors to drive someone away from your blog, do you?

I wish they had let me teach a (very) short session on at least proper punctuation at Blissdom. I am honestly not too uptight about poor grammar when it comes to blogging. Many bloggers write the way they speak, and I think as long as you are aware you are putting prepositions at the end of your sentences (as I often do), it’s OK. But it does sometime baffle me that even very “big” bloggers make some simple mistakes over and over again.

I was never taught grammar or parts of speech in school, and maybe that’s the issue–we have a generation that missed that. I think it was a backlash from too much grammar, too many diagrammed sentences. Perhaps they’ve gone back to teaching it.

Here are a few simple things that will really polish your writing, and it would make me extremely happy if you could remember just one. If you ever decide to write a book and turn in your manuscript so it follows simple grammar rules (AND USE SPELLCHECK), I promise you will make your editor a happier person. I promise you I see all of these things, and much worse, on manuscripts I get from popular, established authors.

1. Put the period and comma inside quotation marks.

This is probably the most common thing I see on blogs. Please, please, PLEASE try to do this. Even if you are quoting someone else, the period or comma goes inside. Here is an example.

Marlene said, “Let’s just be friends,” but I wanted more.

Jo-Lynne, who is cute as can be, was around when I was ranting talking about this at Blissdom. I know it can be confusing, but here it goes.

Periods and commas always go inside the quotation mark. Semi-colons and colons go outside. For question marks and exclamation points, it depends on whether they are part of the quotation or not. If it is (like, “What did he tell you?” I asked) it goes inside. If it’s not (like, I can’t believe he called me “white trash”!) then it goes outside.

2. Please remember the difference between ITS/IT’S, YOUR/YOU’RE, THEY’RE/THEIR, etc.

ITS is possessive, i.e., The book lost its cover.
IT’S is always a contraction for IT IS. It’s rainy outside.

YOUR is also possessive. You lost your boots in the rain.
YOU’RE is a contraction for YOU ARE. You’re going to wear that?

THEIR is possessive. They lost their boots in the rain. (They must be pretty dumb to all do that!)
THEY’RE is a contraction for THEY ARE. They’re running home barefoot because they lost their boots.

3. You do not pluralize with an apostrophe.

This is at least as common as the quotations thing. I think a lot of people just do not know this.

The plural of movie is not movie’s, it’s movies.
The plural of pony is not pony’s, it’s ponies.
The plural of something that ends in s is generally that plus an es. Like glass becomes glasses.

I am really not trying to be catty or offend anyone. I just think if people would follow these simple grammar rules, it would bring a new polish to their blogs.

If you have any questions, I’d be happy to answer them. Leave your e-mail (it won’t post here), or I will answer in the comments.

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