NST #2 (two weeks & 2 days to go)

Each Tuesday in May I'm getting a NST (non-stress test) and fluid check at the hospital. Well, I should say, baby C is getting these check-ups. So far, we've passed the test two weeks in a row. Whoo Whoo. I know they are keeping an eye on me b/c of my age- and that's fine. I want the baby to be safe. Here is the printout of the NST in action. The top line is the baby's heartbeat and the bottom line (all the way to the right on the photo) is my contractions. I wasn't having any this week but I did last week. Its crazy to think sometime in the next two weeks I'm having a baby. Honestly couldn't be more excited and scared all at once. And there will be birthday cake. Jason promised me (us). My prediction is I'll go all the way to May 27th- any other predictions out there?

Best part of today...

Das Racist – “You Oughta Know”



I heard this song on the way to work today. It (so far) has been the best part about my day...although it is taco night - so.....that'll be cool too. OH - and throw in the new of the death of Osama bin Laden...and you've got yourself a pretty good Monday.

Here's more info on the song:

"Hilarious new track from Das Racist. Not a cover of the popular Alanis Morrissette song, more like a twisted interpretation of a Billy Joel hit, where the guys lazily mimic Billy’s vocals during the choruses. These guys aren’t for everyone, but they’re here to remind you not to take things too seriously. You’re bound to laugh at least a couple of times while listening to their brand new mixtape Shut Up, Dude, which was released online for free a couple of weeks ago."

Tina Fey Shares A Prayer For Her Daughter

With our own little one on the way, I had to repost this Tina Fey prayer...and I have to get my copy of Bossypants ASAP!

Tina Fey Shares A Prayer For Her Daughter

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it's the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach's eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her
When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called "Hell Drop," "Tower of Torture," or "The Death Spiral Rock 'N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith," and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.

What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I'm asking You, because if I knew, I'd be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.

"My mother did this for me once," she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby's neck. "My mother did this for me." And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I'll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.

Amen.

Hey Baby Hey Baby Hey!

"...girls say, boys say - hey baby hey baby hey..."

It was music to my ears Saturday as two of my favorite people put together an awesome Baby shower! (Thanks C and C) It was a "release" party theme (as in record release- OMG so creative and so me) complete with a "name that tune" game and some rockin' food, drinks and cake! Plus, both of our Moms traveled out to Virginia for the event. A truly special day.

The Nursery

Before the overflow of baby gear takes up every corner - I wanted to take a moment and thank Jason for helping me create this room for our upcoming addition. It was really fun picking everything out and seeing it all come together. We were actually really happy on how it turned out!