You touchy, I bitey...

I was invited by a colleague to a focus group for pregnant women tonight. As tired as I was from working all day, I couldn't let my colleague down and attended. The focus was on funny t-shirts for expectant mothers and if you'd buy them and if you did, what style would you buy. The shirts are pretty freaking hilarious but if you know me, I've been trying to find some sassy knocked-up shirt for months and I think I found the perfect place for that snarkiness... jestations.

Jestations is owned by two Bend women -- Lisa and Kathy. Their bio on their website reads:

After trimesters of rude comments, unsolicited advice and belly-rubs that would annoy even Buddha, we had it up to here with hearing how we’re out to there. Fueled by a dangerous cocktail of hormones and prenatal vitamins, we embarked on a journey to fulfill every pregnant woman’s dream (outside of a nine-month epidural or an endless supply of ice cream, that is): T-shirts that pre-empt—or at least answer—irritating pregnancy comments and advances. We employed our expertise in graphic design and copywriting, natural propensity for snarkiness and affection for great quality clothing and, lo, a business was born. We’re pleased that our bouncing baby business is thriving. Almost as pleased as knowing we’ve helped fend off at least a few pregnancy annoyances.

this is my favorite shirt of all.


The cool thing about the focus group was that I got to hear advice from women about their other experiences and I made notes of biodegradable diapers, books about making baby food and got reassurance that it's ok to eat meat that's cooked medium (because you all know a former Nebraskan isn't going to eat a WELL DONE STEAK). We all bonded too. I can't wait for all the classes I have to take so I can talk to other women. Of course, I can bend the ear of my friends who are mothers but it's fun to talk to first time pregnant mothers as well.

But alas, I'm tired and it's 9:22 p.m. -- way past my bedtime. Time to hit the pillow for some much needed shut eye

Oh what a relief

Today I just couldn't take it anymore. I needed to do something about my bra which was digging into my skin so I had to go buy extenders. Oh, what a relief. No more digging into my skin. AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. I feel so much better.

Taming the temper

The hormones are making me have a temper. Along with that, I'm a little more impatient than usual and the stupiest things set me off. And drama that doesn't even involve me, I worry about. Thanks a lot, hormones.

I'm constantly hungry too. This is getting really annoying because I bring food to work and it's not enough. Right now I'm craving fried chicken and jalapeño poppers. Neither of which are in my possession and would require me to get in the car and head to Fred Meyer. I'm in comfy clothes wearing my beaver fur slippers with the heat jacked up (until I get the $200 bill).

Don't get me started on the horrible gas. (yea, TMI) Good thing the doctor wrote a note saying that I'll be frequently visiting the bathroom.

I'm totally complaining, aren't I?

I'm so happy that I'm pregnant and seeing that little baby will make it all worth it. I just have to keep telling myself that when my bladder's about to explode from all the water I'm supposed to be drinking.

12 week belly shot

Well, with week 12 starts a new weekly tradition -- the belly shot. It's sticking out but mostly I look fat.

Holiday traditions

Is it secure?
Originally uploaded by Shanlee

We spent a good part of the day hunting for the perfect Christmas tree west of Sunriver. We found an awesome spot a few years ago and just by luck, found it this year again. As fun as finding your own tree is, it can be a complete pain in the ass. It wasn't so much a pain because we had friends with us and then went and warmed up at the Owl's Nest at Sunriver Resort.

We came home and decorated our tree for the holiday. After hacking and trimming away at it, our tree was perfect. I also purged some of my holiday decor. I wish someone would have told me that spending all that money on Winne the Pooh ornaments would be a waste someday. I don't even want to hang them up. I'm so over Pooh.

Click here to see the rest of the photos from the day.

12 weeks

And here we are at 12 weeks. What a day. But what got me through the day was the fact I was going to hear Lil Berger's heartbeat. And we did hear it and it was amazing. All the emotions that I was holding in all day just flooded out. My doctor seemed used to the crying but the second we heard the whoosh, the tears came rushing. After that, it was back to work where I gushed to everyone.

The appointment went pretty fast. She just checked everything and boy does a pap smear hurt when you're pregnant. Yikes.

I'm too tired to write anyone. I think I need a day at the spa. Don't you?