Raindrops on Roses

It's been awhile since I've blogged, but other than a nasty bout of probably bronchitis, there's not much going on here.  We're all muddling our way through the Terrible Two's, sleep training (yet again), and a wicked cold springtime.

Anyway, it's been an even longer while since I've shared a few of my favorite things.  This is by no means a comprehensive list, because there are a lot of things I like, but it does scratch the surface a bit.

First up is coconut oil.  Seriously, this is possibly the best thing I've ever found. Ever.  I use it for cooking. I use it for making my own beauty products. I use it for my hair. I use it for cleaning.  I even used it to condition the wood on my antique dining room table. This stuff is incredible.












Anyone who knows me knows that I don't particularly like scary movies/books/stories, and yet I couldn't put either of these down. These are modern day ghost stories set in the Great Lakes region. Not only were they ghost stories, but I loved the mystery aspect of it all.  Very creepy, very Gothic, and totally addicting.  Seriously, I stayed up late into the night multiple times in an attempt to finish them. 

Okay, time to get down and dirty, nitty gritty, and totally honest. I almost never wear makeup. Usually it's just to church on Sundays, unless there's some other sort of special occasion happening.  I just can't really be bothered to take the extra time to put makeup on.  Yeah, I'm lazy. I'm over it.  However, even though I rarely wear it, I LOVE it. Really, I do. I have a rather extensive collection of different brands, colors, types, etc. Until recently, I was never much of a lipstick wearer.  I had my red that came out on super special occasions. I had maybe one other berry-ish shade that I'd get out... sometimes. And then I discovered nude lipstick.  I'm in love. For whatever reason I love the look of a nude lip. My favorite is Sephora brand cream lipstick #3 Tenderness. I layer it over a nude lipliner and my lips look fantastic all day.  I still only wear it once a week but, dang, my lips look good!

With Baby Boy #2 (also affectionately known as Bean) due out late this summer, I have been on a frantic name search. I'm on the hunt for the perfect sib-set. It has to sound good with our last name. I'd love it if it had some sort of family meaning. My list of names I love grows longer everyday. Most of them, Greasemonkey doesn't agree with. Anyway, my new favorite website is Nameberry.  Incredible.  If you're trying to name a child (or even a pet) I highly recommend checking it out. Trust me on this one.

And there you have it. A small installment of a Few of my Favorite Things.

20 week progress

 

Tales from the ultrasound

This is all going to be a bit anecdotal from my midwife-visit-slash-ultrasound today, so feel free to quit reading at any point.

One of the things I love most about seeing the midwives is that I'm not tied to one practitioner. I just see whoever happens to be in office that particular day and time. This visit I saw DeeDee, a midwife who I hadn't met yet. We were having a rather frank conversation about my weight, gain to that point etc. Mainly, I hadn't gained any weight (not an ounce) since my last visit 4 weeks ago. In someone who weighs 110 pounds, that would have been a concern, but since I started out overweight it wasn't a huge deal for me (Just fyi, at 20 weeks my weight gain to this point has been just over 10 pounds).  DeeDee started into her spiel about nutrition, proper eating to help Bean grow, etc, then stopped herself. "How much did your last baby weigh?" she asked.
"Nine pounds nine ounces."
"Oh, ok. So pretty much this baby is going to gain enough weight whether you want it to or not, eh? By the way, I see you had your last one vaginally.  Has anyone given you props for that? Seriously, your first baby, he's over 9 pounds, you're pretty awesome."

Anyway, the rest of the appointment was pretty much business as usual. Then it was onto my ultrasound.  They jellied up my belly and got to work. After taking measurements, checking out Beans general well-being,  and making sure my placenta was in a good place, the tech asked if we wanted to know what we were having. I assured her that we definitely did, I don't do surprises. Well, go figure, the baby didn't want to cooperate. After some belly-shaking, and trying to get it to move to a better position she said, "And, there's his penis.  It's a boy!"  She finished up what she needed to do and sent the doctor in. He double-checked to make sure we knew what we were having before he slipped up and told us differently.  I said, "We were told it's a boy."
His response was, "You didn't see it?  I'm pretty sure I was able to see that from the next room!"

So, there you have it: Baby Boy #2 will be joining the Borges family in late August/early September.