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High School Reunions… why do we care so much?

We’ve all been there… had the opportunity to “run” into people we knew back from “wayyy…thennn…”

For me, it’s tomorrow night. My 11 year high school reunion. Not a typo – literally 11 years. Nobody did a 10 year, so I grabbed the bull by the horn and decided to host (along with another classmate) our reunion.

And… the last couple weeks have been CRAZY with last minute details and changes… and people coming and then not coming and then coming again!

But it is so funny to me that I have gone almost 11 years without seeing a majority of these people… and I actually still care about certain things:

1.) I want to look good. Even though I’m 8 months pregnant, I want to look DAMN good.
2.) I got my hair highlighted yesterday for this… yes, I haven’t cared about my hair in about 7 months… but all of a sudden, BAM! I cared.
3.) I want my husband to look awesome tomorrow night. And yes… we have all had the crushes in high school on the guys that never looked our way – but knew ALL ALONG you had a thing for him… well, you want “HIM” to know (and maybe others!) that everything worked out in that department, don’t worry!
4.) Even though you can’t… I mean, really can’t bring them… you want to show your kids off! I love my little guys more than life itself… and nothing fills your heart more than to share your beauties with others…
5.) That all is well. None of us may be famous actors or singers or whatever… none of us are profiled on perezhilton.com… none of us married NFL players… but all turned out well. I’m happy. You know what I mean… it’s like you WANT people to know that.
6.) And I want to look GOOD… did I mention that!?

And so… as funny and as silly and as vain as I feel right now… I guess it’s just human nature to care about what others think, especially people who knew you with pigtails, braces and awkward haircuts. The people who knew your first crush… knew who you first went out with… knew all those things that even your husband doesn’t know about you.

So I hope tomorrow night goes off well… I’m excited and nervous both at the same time…

For all Moms – Is going to the grocery store really THIS much fun!?

I have reached a point in my life where going to the grocery store is exciting. I mean, I actually brush my hair, change my clothes… and even… yes, I even put on a little make-up. (Don’t tell anyone!)

My husband equates it to me… circa 2001… getting ready to go out for a night on the town. Which makes me laugh… but he is totally right.

I will insert here – I work from home… so the chances of me getting out throughout the day are slim to none – with the exception of a meeting here and there… otherwise, from 6am to 6pm… I’m at my desk – working away with my mother and sister. And to add to this perfect scenario, I did get to have my boys home with me all day – which, can be trying at times b/c I AM supposed to be working all day… but I make do, as all moms do (right!?).

But seriously… I was thinking tonight as I was driving back from the grocery store – what was it about going FOOD SHOPPING (something I always dreaded doing) that got me actually excited – and then it dawned on me… it’s time… it’s time for me to think and peruse… it may not be the beaches of Miami… or yoga class… or a massage… or meditation time in my sacred place… (all things I have heard someo people say was their down time)… but in a way – walking up and down the aisles is ALL of that for me.

Believe me… I am NO chef… so it’s not like I’m dreaming up recipes in my head and getting excited over there being a new kind of mushroom on display – I’m your pretty basic Mama… pasta dishes, chicken dishes, grilled cheese, etc… but I do enjoy the time I get to go there and sort of, well… “do my thing”… and I make sure I go alone – as much as I know my husband doesn’t believe me when I say the kids are too nuts when we go (in essence, they are perfect little beans!)… but I like the quietness… I like that I’m not rushing through the check out line… I like that I’m not worried about getting the spot closest to the door… I like that I don’t have to worry about bringing the stroller in or putting food in the cart that I know I’m not buying, but it makes a good shaking noise and is keeping my BIG AL occupied while I walk.

And so… for me… going to the grocery store really is THAT much fun.

God… I hope I’m not the only one!

Moms are not allowed to call in sick…

I have wanted to be a mother my whole life…

Yes, I WAS one of those kids… who as long as I can remember… was talking about how many kids I wanted, what I would name them, etc…

I just want to prefice my post this way because I don’t want people to think I’m being a total complainer…

BUT – why is it that MOMS DON’T GET SICK DAYS!?

The average headcold has been swarming around our house for the past week… Bug Boy got it… then Big Al… then Steeler Man (my husband) and now me… but, why is it that I don’t feel like I can truly stay in bed all day and fight this sucker for what it’s worth??

No… here I am… today – the 2nd day of being sick… waking up at the crack of dawn with the boys (*all 7 1/2 months pregnant mind you!)… deciding that going out to get bagels would be easier b/c I couldn’t for the life of me muster the energy to make eggs, french toast, toast with butter, oatmeal – whatever the boys WILL EAT!… taking a shower and washing my hair that hasn’t had a good washing since LAST Sunday(!)… getting myself lunch (a quick PBJ)… and then off to a birthday party at a Gymboree, where – yes – you have to chase your own child around for 2 straight hours… which brings me to tonight, where we had to go to Target for trash bags, and the usual pick-me-ups…

OK, my point to all of this is quite simple – I just didn’t feel like I could stop. Not that my husband didn’t tell me quite a few times today and yesterday to take it easy… but I felt like – oh, I don’t know – that things would fall apart if I did. Which, I know is NONSENSE!… but it’s funny how tough we are on our ownselves… I made my husband stay put all day yesterday… I made my kids take extra long naps all last week when they were sick… I bought special chicken soup… I did all the usual “mom” things…

I guess in a way, well… not in a way… but we ARE superwomen. We DO DO it all… we keep going when we should stop… we fight through the cold when all we want to do is curl up and watch something on TV (I would even take MTV’s Sweet Sixteen at this point!)… but we go go go go go and go because that’s what we think we’re supposed to do…

Is it right? Well… probably not… after all, I do know that being pregnant during all of this isn’t a good thing to do to my Little B coming in 7 weeks… but what’s the alternative?

And so… my post title I will post yet again…

Moms are not allowed to call in sick… (but sometimes we need a few really damn good vacation days!)

Dear Diary… Thank goodness, I’m making MAMA friends!

Today I took Big Al to the library for Mother Goose Reading Hour… this is probably the 4th time we’ve gone… basically it’s 15 minutes of “reading” with the group of kids and then 30 minutes of letting them run around and be crazy – all while the mommies and daddies talk – AHHH…. THANK GOD!!!!!

Being there is more for me than for Big Al… meeting other moms… and other dads… and other kids… it has been HEAVEN ON EARTH!!!

Not that I am one of those women who needs women friends… you know what I mean?? Like I’m not one of those women who needs Girls Night Out… or needs to ask my “girlfriends” 100 things before I actually go out and do “something” (whatever that may be)…

But now being a Mom… I NEED THESE WOMEN! It’s comforting to know… that so and so was up with “Mason” all night because he is teething… it’s great to know I’m not the only one feeding my 2 year bottles still… it’s refreshing to know that all kids DO NOT SLEEP through the night when they reach 8 months… it’s funny to hear the poop and pee and throw up stories (not that I ever thought poo, pee and puke could be fun!)… but the truth is… Moms need Moms… we do.

And so… I thank GOD I ended up going to that first session of Mother Goose at the library – I almost didn’t go… something “made me go”… and let me just reiterate….

THANK GOODNESS I’M MAKING MAMA FRIENDS!

Husbands… do they get it sometimes!?

I love my husband more than anything in the world. We fell in love in college… dated for 3 years… got married… had 2 little boys… expecting another boy… we are extremely happy and extremely in love…

BUT…

Why is it that sometimes they say the most inappropriate things, that you truly just want to SCREAM!!!!!??????…

Maybe it’s partially the hormones raging through my body…

Maybe it’s the fact that I’m exhausted from running a company out of the house and raising 2 little boys…

Maybe it’s just him not having a clue!?

(I like the latter).

This past weekend… my husband went to a family wedding in Charlotte, NC. Well… since I’m 7 1/2 months pregnant and we live in RI… driving (it’s about 14/15 hours) and/or flying was out of the question for me.

I must add here… I truly love this family member who was getting married… and I wished upon wished I could have made it… but, my sons weren’t invited on top of everything else… and so, as most mommies know, you do what you have to do for your kids…

Well, during the evening of the wedding I get a post from my husband…

“Becky flew…”

Becky is one of his cousin’s who happens to be 7 1/2 months pregnant as well…

It just went up my BUTT the wrong way! I completely interpretated it as…

“Gee… how come Becky can fly but you can’t?”

I mean… was he trying to tell me that Becky is “stronger than me”… a “better mom than me”… not as “scared or nervous as me”?

Ahh… the RAGE began…

And I will say… in defense of my husband – he was sworn up and down… left and right… backwards and forwards that he didn’t “mean it like that”… and as his wife… I want to believe him because I love him so much…

BUT… I’m curious why do men – husbands in general – just NOT GET IT SOMETIMES!?

Or am I being irrational…. ?????

(Please not the latter!)

The pregnancy week countdown…

Well… I’ve got 7 1/2 weeks to go.

Not bad.

It’s funny how when you’re pregnany you truly talk in weeks and days… not months.

I think it’s funny when I tell someone that I’m 32 weeks along… you suddenly see them crunching numbers in their head… and then finally saying, “Ohh… so you’re 7 1/2 months”.

But I think I have pretty much narrowed down the pregnancy timeline…

For the first 12 weeks… you are beyond excited and beyond nervous. You don’t want to tell a lot of people… but you also want to tell everyone! As for my husband and I… the first time around we told people around 7 weeks… with my second child, we told everyone the night we got a positive pregnancy test. And then… we suffered a miscarriage… so when I got pregnant again after the miscarriage… we waited the full 12 weeks until we told everyone.

For the next 12 weeks… you just keep praying all is well. You begin to grow out of your clothes… people start to notice… and then the questions begin “do you know what you’re having”… or for my husband and I with our latest baby (after having 2 sons already) “Are you hoping for a girl?” Don’t you just love those ballsy people!?!

For the next 12 weeks… you really begin to feel the kickings and the pullings and you begin to get REALLY REALLY excited about the impending birth… knowing that you will be meeting this little person very soon!!

And the remaining weeks… you just want the baby to stay put as long as it can… but not come more than a week late! Is that too much to ask!!??

SO…. to all those pregnant out there…. enjoy your week countdown – whether it’s 39 weeks to go… or 1 week to go… it’s an AWESOME adventure!!!!!!!

Bats in my house… yes, BATS!

I’m telling you… there are maybe a handful of things in life that truly gross me out… on my list of top 5:

1.) Mice
2.) Performing any kind of surgery
3.) Seeing any kind of surgery
4.) Blood
5.) BATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tonight… my husband and I came across the 10th freaking bat we have had in this house. The first 8 were confined to the furnace room on our basement… but the last 2 have shown themselves in our office space – which, ironinally is right above the furnace room!

I’m literally still shaking from it… it just kept circling the office over and over and over again… and I just kept thinking about keeping Bug Boy and Big Al out… not to mention my pregnant self!!

Eww!!

So tomorrow my husband leaves for 3 days for a wedding out of town… fun fun fun… I get the task of calling the exterminator and trying to get to the bottom of this hideous thing!!

Sorry to vent… I guess this is what it’s like living in a house and not a rented apartment with a super and a handman on call 24/7!!

Till tomorrow —

Pregnancy and the City… so very very different.

I must say, being pregnant in the City was a hell of a lot easier than being pregnant in Suburbia!

Not that I’m complaining… I love being pregnant, I do. And I have known enough women out there who have struggled to get pregnant and have wished and wished upon stars to be pregnant… and would take 9 months of throwing up, 9 months of dizziness, 9 months of whatever just to be pregnant. So, again, I’m not complaining…

But…

When you’re pregnant in the City… and I was pregnant twice in New York City… so I am speaking with some experience here… there are just some things that you take for granted – BIG TIME!

First, there are no cars you have to worry about driving. At least my husband (Steeler man) and I never had a car in the City that we drove everyday. So bascially it eliminated me from doing this seatbelt dance with my 7 month pregnany belly! It sometime takes me a good 3 or 4 pulls with the seatbelt to even get it to feel “comfortable”. I must say, the bus in New York City was my main transportation… and it was heaven! I steered clear from subways and taxis (unless it was night time!).

Second, you can get ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING ordered to your door. I know we have take out here in Suburbia… but with any craving… Thai, Chinese, Italian, German, Pizza, Russian, Non-alcoholic beer (a definite taste craving here and there)… Pharmacies… Bookstores… Candy stores… everythign delivered! And at almost any hour of the day… it was lunacy! Truly. It was lunacy!

Third, I didn’t walk as much in New York City. Everyday, between chasing my 2 little boys, and just going about the business of my day, I am on my feet from sun up, till sun down. Very different from the City. At work, I was behind my desk. I live maybe 3 blocks from the bus stop, 4 from the subways and the taxis pulled right in front of my door. So my lack of walking around all the time… it really didn’t phase me until this pregnancy.

Forth… and I’ll stop here… but in the City when I was pregnant… it was high fashion. I’m not kidding, I remember, even before I got pregnant women would walk around with their outfits and look MAGNIFICENT! Tailored clothes… runway clothes… I couldn’t wait to be pregnant just to wear these things! And now… ahhh…. heaven… women are practical. Sheek still… because I do think it depends on the woman herself… but oh… everything is so practical!! LOVE IT!!!

Ok… so that’s my little tidbit tonight… I’m off to watch my guilty pleasure of Gilmore Girls (shhh…) and make myself a HUGE cup of hot chocolate… after all, they are saying snow tomorrow….