The Tristan Diet

It's been 2 weeks and 2 days since Tristan was born. I weighed myself today and discovered that I've lost 24 lbs. I'm now just about at pre-pregnancy weight. I'm a bit surprised! I've been eating lots (just ask E, he cooks for me most of the time these days) and I'm losing weight fast. Over the last week I lost 5 lbs. I feel great, so I'm not too worried. I just hope that the midwives don't yell at me when I go in for my 6 week appointment!

A New Addition

On May 8, E and I welcomed a new addition to our family. Tristan Leon was born at 1:18pm. He was 8 lbs, 5 oz and 21 1/2 inches long.


Isn't he a cutie!

Stay tuned for the birth story, coming as soon as I get enough time to blog about it.

Holy cow, it's been how long since I last blogged?

I'm a bad blogger. I realized that I haven't posted since February. Since February! And to be honest, I wouldn't even have realized that if someone hadn't remarked on that post yesterday.

So, what's been going on, you ask? Well, not a lot, and a lot. I'm still pregnant (33 weeks, 4 days), getting more and more excited about our son coming into this world soon. And of course, being almost 8 months pregnant means my belly is getting huge. And I can' do as much as I used to. I'm still forgetting that I'm pregnant, and trying to do everything like I did before. Usually something reminds me - bumping my belly as I try to fit through a (now) too small space, trying to bend over and finding I can't touch my toes (let alone see them), Getting completely worn out raking a small flower bed... The plus side, I'm finding I spend a lot of time reading these days, which is so very enjoyable!

Ah, yes, back to what's been going on. Since February, I've been working like a mad-woman trying to finish up stuff at work so I don't leave my coworkers hanging when TLO comes. Well, working like a pregnant mad-woman. I don't seem to have the energy for 10+ hour days anymore.

E and I have also been spending time prepping the nursery. We cleared out my office by sorting, consolidating, putting things up for sale, and moving the rest of it into what was the guest room/E's office. Now it's the guest room/E's office/my office/library. Sounds a lot more crowded than it is. Once we got my old office cleared out, E and his dad set to work painting it. Now it's a lovely 'pale moss' green. E also painted the trim, it looks pretty sharp! And now we're starting to put stuff in it. Last night we assembled the crib. It's really starting to look like a nursery!


At the end of February, we celebrated my annual 29th birthday by going with friends to the Border Cafe. That same day, a friend of ours had a woodworking accident. He gave all of us a scare, nobody more than his wife I imagine. He was very lucky, and we're all thankful for that!

My sister also came for a visit with her significant other and his twin twelve year old boys, and we all went down to the New England Aquarium for a day. They've done some work at the aquarium since I last went about 10 years ago. It was a fun day.

Lately, we've been doing spring things, raking the yard (see my earlier comment about not being able to do as much), washing the screens and putting them back in the windows, getting the deck furniture out, the usual.

So, that's what I've been up to. I'll try to be a better blogger this spring. We'll just have to wait and see how it goes.

Frustration Factor

Today was a frustrating day at work. One of my coworkers, who is usually a nice guy, has a stubborn streak. Not a huge deal most of the time, but when you're trying to come to a consensus, and rather than discussing the issue all you get is stonewalling, it makes for a very frustrating day.

Days like today make me glad that the little one is coming. That I'll be on maternity leave, and not have to deal with days like today.

Thoughts like this remind me of something that a friend who worked in HR once said. Make sure when you're leaving, you're going to, not running from. In this case, I'd like to think I'm going to. But sometimes it also feels like I'm running from. And maybe that's OK.

The Little One Kicks!

For about a week I've been feeling The Little One moving around. TLO seems to be a bit of an evening/night baby. Each night between 7 and 10pm, I feel TLO moving around for a little bit. It feels kind of like a cross between muscle spasms and fluttering. It's very hard to describe. But it's pretty neat.

Last night for the first time, I felt a series of kicks. They were strong enough that when I put my hand to my belly, I could feel the kicks against my hand. I had E try to feel the kicks too, but first we weren't patient enough and E pulled his hand away before TLO kicked again. Then TLO had moved to another area and wasn't kicking any more.

Today, TLO has been very active, moving around a lot. There's even been a few kicks. So maybe tonight E will get another chance to feel some kicks!

Spicier Nacho

I love, LOVE, Spicier Nacho Doritos. They've been very hard to find for about a year now. So a few weeks ago, when I saw them on the shelf at my local Hannaford, I got a bag. I ate said bag in 2 days, the majority of it in 1 sitting. And I paid. I felt pretty horrible that evening, and figured it was my penance for making The Little One have so many Doritos at once. And I vowed that I would not do it again.

So, I went grocery shopping a few nights ago. And saw the Spicier Nacho Doritos again. And got another bag. And they sat, unopened for 2 days. Then last night, I got a craving for some. And I only ate a handful this time. I was very proud of myself!

And then, I found out, no, it wasn't because I ate so many that I felt horrible. It was because I at Spicier Nacho Doritos. I don't think The Little One likes Spicier Nacho Doritos. The Little One hasn't complained about any other spicy food! But, I guess, no more Spicier Nacho Doritos for me.

Holy garlic, Batman!

Wednesday evening, E and I met our friends K and C for dinner at India Palace for dinner. It's been years since we went out for Indian food, and K was right, this place has great food. We had a great time, with good food and a good conversation. It was something of a communal dinner, everybody sharing their dishes. And E, K, and C all had some garlic naan (Indian flat bread), which had way too much garlic for my onion-and-family intolerant system to try.

That night, E REEKED of garlic. It was so bad, I though I wasn't going to be able to sleep in the same room with him. And last night, after more than 24 hours, I still couldn't face him when he talked. I also got out an air freshener to combat the garlic breath that permeated the bedroom. This morning it's better, though I'm still holding my breath when we kiss.

So, no more garlic naan if you want to enjoy my company for the next 24 hours! At least not until my super-sense of smell goes away!