29 weeks: we have a schedule.

Ten weeks from today is Baby Kate's extraction day.
Her spring from the uterine cage day.
Her Mel Gibson "freeeeeeeeedom" day.

Unless she decides to pull the ripcord early, January 6, 2015 is D-Day.

Write that down.

I went ahead and put that one on the family calendar in ink rather than pencil and let the doctor's office know that "no, I don't need a reminder call for this appointment. I'll be there."

Things for Baby Kate are coming together actually pretty well. Majority of my hysterical to-do list from a month ago is done-zo and now it's just, well, all coming together.

Here's a peek at Katie-Girl's room. No where close to done but yet, really close to done all at the same time. Pretty psyched about how this is coming on and thinking of moving into this room since I already like it more than mine.

[monday meals mashup]

Hey hey hey.

Don't worry (I can sense you were nervous) I have not forgotten about the blog. Chuck is going back to school to get an MBA and he is ruining night time Susie blogging time. Good news is class just ended and we are working on a better custody agreement for the computer for the next round of classes (ie: get your own, Charles or go to a library - I have blog).

This week's meal plan was a fun one to make. Sam was being ultra clingy needy boy morning and was super understanding of my need for 10 minutes of alone time to make our grocery list. So understanding. About that time Jessica texted that (at 37 weeks pregnant) she was done meal planning and could she just copy mine this week?

So, her and Lucas came over for a BFF play date because when those boys get together, we only need to put an ounce of effort into parenting them.  Mostly just open the back door, release the hounds and listen for crying or silence. It worked great and we got our meal plan for the week.

Here's what I'm making this week:

photo stolen with love from The Girl Who Ate Everything.

Monday: Café Rio Pork - this recipe was stolen from my friend Cheryl. It's a knock off recipe from Café Rio, a chain of Mexican Grill restaurants. Easy and delicious. To make the pork, place a 2-4 pound pork loin in the crock pot and cover with 1 cup brown sugar and 1 cup salsa (not fresh). Cook all day. You can do a lot with this meat after it's made: burritos, salads, etc. Top with this creamy tomatillo dressing and it's a winner.

Tuesday: Chicken Divan - a simple, mish mashy type casserole. Meat, cheese, vegies. It's all in one. [recipe card below]

Wednesday: Beef Stroganoff  - what is better in the fall than beef stroganoff on a wet day? I add 4 ounces of cream cheese and a few shakes of Worcestershire sauce to make it extra special.

Thursday: Crockpot Chicken Taco Chili - I love this recipe because I usually have everything on hand so it's an easy in-case-of-emergency meal. Plus anything with this many possible toppings to add in is always a winner in my book. [recipe card below]

Friday: HAPPY HALLOWEEN - we will be having the traditional Fe Family Dinner: Mummies (pigs in a blanket), witches toes (baked beans) and Jell-O with eyeballs (Jell-O made with a can of fruit cocktail).

27 weeks: where I'm at in the pregnancy.

Welcome to the third trimester.

I'm just, you know, hanging around, Large Marge-ing it up, taking in the scenery. We are heading into the down hill slope of this pregnancy. Knowing you're having a C-section means knowing you have only 12 weeks left. Here...we...come...

Although, just between you and me, I would so not be surprised if this one pulls some ridiculous go into labor the night before the C-section ploy for attention. She's already a wild child in there. No womb can contain her. No date will be picked for her. This is just my guess. I figured Sam would have stayed until June if they hadn't sprung him and knowing that guy in real life now, yep. June.

Ah but anyways, the third trimester. So happy to see you.

Now that I look like I'm due tomorrow (head shake), I get asked all the time now where I'm at in my pregnancy. I'm sure these well-wishers mean which week or which month or which trimester but I like to look at this a little different.

Here is where I'm "at" in my pregnancy and what I would like my answer to be:

I'm in the "Wearing leggings unapologetically and without grace all day everyday" trimester.
Bye, bye jeans. The belly panel doesn't fit over my massive gut anymore so I now have every excuse to dress like a casual bum daily. Oh and for tops above these classy Tar-jay leggings - does my shirt cover everything? I couldn't tell you and I couldn't care less. Out of sight, out of mind takes on a whole new meaning at this stage.

I'm "Being able to fit the largest underwear in my drawer" weeks along.
This was a big (get it?) milestone that I achieved last week. Can I still squeeze into my Victoria Secret size smalls? Sure. And 27 clowns can fit in a VW. Tight, but we can make it work. But now, well now, we've crossed into the planet sized Fruit of the Looms that last pregnancy I reserved for only post-c section already. Look alive. We are rocking these all day everyday and loving it.

OH! See above and raise  you I'm in month "panty lines, what panty lines?" of the pregnancy. I'll repeat. Out of sight. Out of mind. There are so many new lines and rolls on my body, I don't have time to stop and worry about panty lines. Please. Besides, wearing anything else would ruin the level of comfortable that my maternity leggings provide so bring on the judgment.

I'm in the "beached whale" trimester.
Rolling over, getting into bed, standing up from the ground: these are monumental tasks that I no longer take lightly. Not that much about me is lightly anymore but still. These take herculean effort, several grunts, a few running starts. I love it because it's practically exercise and let's be honest, theoretical exercise is the closest I'll come to any physical activity right now so watch me get on and off the couch and break a sweat. It's good times.

"Gee I wish I could help but I'm pregnant" stage of this gestation.
This actually has several sub categories: The oh I wish I could help paint/move/lift but I'm too pregnant; also, oh I wish I could go on that hike up that mountain with you and Sam but I'm too pregnant; man, I'd love to do anything but sit and watch Vampire Diaries but I'm pregnant and swamped with growing a human. Huge departure from non-pregnant life? No. BUT I have an excuse now so I'll be milking that until January and then "sorry, I JUST had a C-section" until about May 2018. Rough estimate.

The "I'm so pregnant dumb I shouldn't handle any equipment" phase
Wow. Pregnancy brain is a real thing and I real have it. Last week, I was unable to find the middle of an object 43 inches long. As I thought to myself "well, this is impossible, you can't divide 43 in half" Chuck said "21.5". Thank God someone here can still do basic math. Or remember words like difference, tortilla,  and bath tub all of which have escaped me lately. I say left and go right, I stare at walls because they are pretty, I couldn't half a recipe without a calculator at this point. I am dumb.

I'm in month "I sneezed therefore I peed"
I think this is fairly self explanatory but maybe MAYBE - light bulb moment - I should combine my love for over sized underwear with my penchant for pee-sneezing and jump 60 years to go right into Depends. This could solve a lot of my problems. What is the panty line situation for those guys? Oh wait. I don't care.

See, I think this would be a much better way to say where I'm at in my pregnancy than "27 weeks" or "just starting the third trimester". Those don't really seem to capture the essence of life right now. And life right now is beyond Ferris Beuller (...moving pretty fast...).

[monday meals mashup] october is not 75 degrees.

I'm really not appreciating October.

It's supposed to be my favorite happy month of Fall, but instead it's 75 and sunny. You can love it all you want but I have repeatedly requested Fall temperatures so I can switch into a more flattering maternity wardrobe. This is not too much to ask for.

Fine. Fine. Fine.

I'll deal for one more week because it's looking like 50s and rain next week, and I will be doing a happy dance in my rain boots, leggings, and over sized sweater.

Here's our menu for the week:

Monday: Calzones - Monday Night Football people and we need some game day food. These are probably not the most traditional calzones, but you know what? They are fun, delicious and make me happy. Here's how we make them: I buy the Rhodes Frozen Bread Loaves. Defrost one loaf all day per package directions (this one loaf with make three Goldilocks calzones for the Allisons: big, medium and little). Roll the dough out into "calzone" shapes and fill half with pizza fixings - think popover, jam pie type set up. We will have pepperoni, Canadian bacon, onion, peppers, cheese and pineapple available for ours. We don't add sauce - it makes it mushy and that's for dipping. Fold unfilled half over the fillings, place on cookie sheet and bake per the bread bag's instructions. Super easy. Super fun.

Tuesday: Spicy Thai Noodles

Pic stolen from original poster: A Small Snippet
This was on last week's menu and it's a hold over. Too sick to make it so Florence Fe-ingale came out with dinner.

Wednesday: Beef and Bean Burritos. So, WAY BACK WHEN (when schools actually had cooks and made real food), this was the recipe the 5-star gourmet chef would make at the school my mom worked at. The chef wanted the same schedule as her kids so she went to work at their school. Win for us because we got this bomb recipe out of the deal. Too bad school lunches aren't like that anymore, but don't get me started on that topic... [recipe card below]

Thursday: Cheesy Chicken and Wild Rice Casserole.

Pic stolen from original poster: Picky-Palate
The new recipe for the week - I try to do one a week (key word: try). Any recipe that calls for two kinds of rice and three cups of cheese is already a winner in my book.

Friday: Chicken Nuggets.
Pic stolen from original poster: Skinny Taste.
An easy peasy, delicious way to end the week.

Happy Cooking - Happy Monday!

25 weeks: the plague.

Photo taken pre-plague. You should see the stunning beauty that is behind the keyboard right now.

Hi hi. It's taken me three days to post my 25 weeks picture all just to say "We have the plague, this post is about nothing."

Do you know what's worse than having a cold?

Having a cold while pregnant, while still morning sick, with a toddler at home - make that a sick toddler at home - and when you don't exactly feel like laying around getting "healthy" but have things to do people.

Good news is Chuck rarely gets the plague and it looks like he has come out alive on the other side of this one unscathed as usual. Jerk. Oh well, at least one member stayed functioning so the other two could act like the toddlers they are.

That's a lie.

Sam was in great spirits the whole time, mostly. I have been the bitter old hag you would expect me to be.

Thankfully, we are on the mend and just in time for the weekend. Plus, Sam is just about done with being Nosefrida'd. Learn to blow your own nose then. But hey - I'm equally as done with man handling him on the bed and sucking out his boogers so everyone is losing here. Again, learn to blow your own nose. Meanwhile, Sam is considering doing his own blog post on the traumatic experience of the Nosefrida.

And that is what 25 weeks looks like around here. Closer to 26 weeks now that I've drug my sick feet on posting this, but you get the idea.

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