Spent a long weekend in Tahoe with my Uncle and his family. The snow was incredible they just had a storm that dumped four feet the day before we got there! My husband, sister and brother-in law spent the evenings dropping hints here and there and I spent the evening drinking non-alcoholic beer *sigh*. After dinner we broke the news. Spent the rest of the night and all the next day all tossing out name ideas. It was really fun!
Even came up with a name idea we all liked... gonna keep that one to myself a little longer though ;)
Friday, February 12, 2010
Rabbit bet
Dropped the dog off with some friends and headed to my sister's house for our trip to Lake Tahoe.
On the way, I asked my husband how we should break the news to my sister and her husband.
He says "We should tell them the rabbit died."
WHAT!?
He looks at me like I'm crazy - apparently everyone knows this colloquialism.
Sure, I'd heard the Aerosmith line "the rabbit done died" but I never guessed it alluded to pregnancy.
I was sure that my sister wouldn't know the term. I mean - we grew up together. Certainly she would have taught me this grisly term somewhere along the line - that's how these things work! I bet on it.
... I lost.
They knew exactly what it meant. It was instant smiles and congratulations.
It was all a bit awkward really - I mean we aren't really the traditional parenting type and we hadn't made it public that we were even entertaining the possibility.
This meant everything was going to change and we all knew it.
On the way, I asked my husband how we should break the news to my sister and her husband.
He says "We should tell them the rabbit died."WHAT!?
He looks at me like I'm crazy - apparently everyone knows this colloquialism.
Sure, I'd heard the Aerosmith line "the rabbit done died" but I never guessed it alluded to pregnancy.
I was sure that my sister wouldn't know the term. I mean - we grew up together. Certainly she would have taught me this grisly term somewhere along the line - that's how these things work! I bet on it.
... I lost.
They knew exactly what it meant. It was instant smiles and congratulations.
It was all a bit awkward really - I mean we aren't really the traditional parenting type and we hadn't made it public that we were even entertaining the possibility.
This meant everything was going to change and we all knew it.
Sure Enough...
(4 weeks)
Apparently I'm not crazy!
Or... well... at least I seem to be pretty in tune with my body.
I ran in to show my husband. He was groggily happy but still asleep and refused to get up and show the enthusiasm I felt the moment demanded.
I called my mom instead.
I told her my dream about the rooms. Her interpretation was that I was a frustrated artist. Then I told her what the other folks had said an ended with that statement. "It turns out my friend was right - I'M PREGNANT".
She was appropriately excited :) ... then she gave me 24 hours before she spilled the beans to my sisters and my grandmother.
I hadn't really counted on that, but I guess I should have seen it coming. We hadn't really discussed if we were going to tell anyone.
Oh well, it's not like I'd be able to keep my mouth shut anyway.
Called my doctor next, they scheduled my first appointment to be in a few weeks. I was surprised, I had assumed they would want me to come in right away and confirm, but apparently that's not how it works. They set up an ultrasound for when I would be about 8 weeks. I didn't expect they'd do one that early. Strange.
Apparently "what I don't know about pregnancy, it a lot".
Apparently I'm not crazy!
Or... well... at least I seem to be pretty in tune with my body.
I ran in to show my husband. He was groggily happy but still asleep and refused to get up and show the enthusiasm I felt the moment demanded.
I called my mom instead.
I told her my dream about the rooms. Her interpretation was that I was a frustrated artist. Then I told her what the other folks had said an ended with that statement. "It turns out my friend was right - I'M PREGNANT".
She was appropriately excited :) ... then she gave me 24 hours before she spilled the beans to my sisters and my grandmother.
I hadn't really counted on that, but I guess I should have seen it coming. We hadn't really discussed if we were going to tell anyone.
Oh well, it's not like I'd be able to keep my mouth shut anyway.
Called my doctor next, they scheduled my first appointment to be in a few weeks. I was surprised, I had assumed they would want me to come in right away and confirm, but apparently that's not how it works. They set up an ultrasound for when I would be about 8 weeks. I didn't expect they'd do one that early. Strange.
Apparently "what I don't know about pregnancy, it a lot".
Pee sticks
It was January 16th. I'd been on birth control since I was 15. I had no idea what my 'normal' cycles might be, but according to and ideal 28 day version... I was 2 days late. I'd been in pain since January 1st. A twinge low on my right side like a runners cramp had been plaguing me for weeks. The only thing that made it let up a bit was snowboarding strangely enough. My boobs were HUGE and so very sore.
Blaine picked me up from work and I sort of mumbled that I may be a few days late. He kept strolling and casually asked if I thought I was pregnant. I tried to match the casual tone and just said "I think it might be a good idea to at least pick up a pregnancy test, it's probably too soon to tell, but it's possible."
We were both excited and nervous.
Now that I had abandoned my birth control was I going to get all wound up and take a test every single month? Again, it seemed impossible that I could really need it. I wondered if I would be happy or sad if it came out negative.
In the aisle I wrestled over what to buy...
Do I go economical or are the expensive ones better?
Can I read that one?
How soon can I expect reliable results?
Do I get just one or go for value with a 10 pack?
I decided a two pack of 'fact plus' was practical - and on Sale! That way, I has back up if I messed up the first one and wasn't overdoing it in case it was positive and I didn't need any more.
I took the test as soon as I got home.
It was ... well... unclear. I could swear there was a light blue line in there making a plus. The instructions said they didn't need to be the same darkness, but was it really there?
My husband took a peek and declared it a negative.
I still wasn't convinced. I couldn't help pulling it back out a few hours later - well beyond the 10 minute reliable evaluation time frame. It's not that I was really hopeful, it's just that I was so sure. By then the faint line I'd thought I had imagined was a thin dark streak and a plus seemed clear to me. But, was it reliable or accurate that long afterward? I read the instructions again, and no - I couldn't trust it at that point, but I also discovered I may have skewed the results by testing at the end of the day.
I decided to wait a few more days. If I was still late, I'd test again but do it first thing in the morning.
Blaine picked me up from work and I sort of mumbled that I may be a few days late. He kept strolling and casually asked if I thought I was pregnant. I tried to match the casual tone and just said "I think it might be a good idea to at least pick up a pregnancy test, it's probably too soon to tell, but it's possible."
We were both excited and nervous.
Now that I had abandoned my birth control was I going to get all wound up and take a test every single month? Again, it seemed impossible that I could really need it. I wondered if I would be happy or sad if it came out negative.
In the aisle I wrestled over what to buy...
Do I go economical or are the expensive ones better?
Can I read that one?
How soon can I expect reliable results?
Do I get just one or go for value with a 10 pack?
I decided a two pack of 'fact plus' was practical - and on Sale! That way, I has back up if I messed up the first one and wasn't overdoing it in case it was positive and I didn't need any more.
I took the test as soon as I got home.
It was ... well... unclear. I could swear there was a light blue line in there making a plus. The instructions said they didn't need to be the same darkness, but was it really there?
My husband took a peek and declared it a negative.
I still wasn't convinced. I couldn't help pulling it back out a few hours later - well beyond the 10 minute reliable evaluation time frame. It's not that I was really hopeful, it's just that I was so sure. By then the faint line I'd thought I had imagined was a thin dark streak and a plus seemed clear to me. But, was it reliable or accurate that long afterward? I read the instructions again, and no - I couldn't trust it at that point, but I also discovered I may have skewed the results by testing at the end of the day.
I decided to wait a few more days. If I was still late, I'd test again but do it first thing in the morning.
Dream 3 - the spider
A few days later I had another strangely vivid dream.
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I was standing in my kitchen, which (of course!) was Mexican themed. All blue and gold, decorated with gaudy tiles like a chili's restaurant.
I walked through the triple arch doorway into the dining room. It was dark and cozy and had about 6 tall bar tables group closely together. I was worried. I kept scanning around this little restaurant of mine thinking "I really need more space" <-- Seems to be a re-occurring theme.
I noticed a closet door I hadn't seen before. I opened it and discovered a strange storage room. It was painted white with low ceilings and housed the basic utilities. It wasn't much, but I was instantly relieved... it was enough.
I walked to the back of the room and discovered an old collection of tools. Not practical ones like a cordless drill, but big old ones like the tools I used in shop class in junior high. There was a dusty old drill press, a jigsaw and maybe a lathe. I knew I couldn't use these, but as I bent down to examine them closely I thought I could sell them to spruce up this new space a bit.
Then I felt something on my back.
It was big and had some weight, like someone just laid their hand there, but I was alone.
I knew what it was and I tried not to freak out. I screwed my eyes shut and scraped my back against the corner of the wall behind me. It fell of and I tried stomping on it. My eyes were still shut, but I knew what ever it was not being crushed by my blows.
I fumbled around and picked up a shard of glass. Then I reached out and cut it in half. Then I reached into my pockets and pulled out two quart sized plastic bags (of course I have those in my pockets). I dropped each half into it's own bag and zipped them shut.
... then I slowly opened my eyes.
It was a HUGE spider, the body was and big as my palm and the legs were about 8 inches long! But, it was ADORABLE. It looked like a fuzzy Muppet. It had big googly eyes with silly eyebrows like Animal. The body looked like it was made of fake fur and the legs looked like braided yarn. It was all orange and brown and yellow like a bad seventies shag carpet.
I felt really bad. Like I just vivisected fizgig from the dark crystal, and if I'd just been a little braver he could have turned out to be my friend.
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I didn't ask anyone to interpret this one. I knew it was about new opportunities, facing my fears and making good decisions.
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I was standing in my kitchen, which (of course!) was Mexican themed. All blue and gold, decorated with gaudy tiles like a chili's restaurant.
I walked through the triple arch doorway into the dining room. It was dark and cozy and had about 6 tall bar tables group closely together. I was worried. I kept scanning around this little restaurant of mine thinking "I really need more space" <-- Seems to be a re-occurring theme.
I noticed a closet door I hadn't seen before. I opened it and discovered a strange storage room. It was painted white with low ceilings and housed the basic utilities. It wasn't much, but I was instantly relieved... it was enough.
I walked to the back of the room and discovered an old collection of tools. Not practical ones like a cordless drill, but big old ones like the tools I used in shop class in junior high. There was a dusty old drill press, a jigsaw and maybe a lathe. I knew I couldn't use these, but as I bent down to examine them closely I thought I could sell them to spruce up this new space a bit.
Then I felt something on my back.
It was big and had some weight, like someone just laid their hand there, but I was alone.
I knew what it was and I tried not to freak out. I screwed my eyes shut and scraped my back against the corner of the wall behind me. It fell of and I tried stomping on it. My eyes were still shut, but I knew what ever it was not being crushed by my blows.
I fumbled around and picked up a shard of glass. Then I reached out and cut it in half. Then I reached into my pockets and pulled out two quart sized plastic bags (of course I have those in my pockets). I dropped each half into it's own bag and zipped them shut.
... then I slowly opened my eyes.
It was a HUGE spider, the body was and big as my palm and the legs were about 8 inches long! But, it was ADORABLE. It looked like a fuzzy Muppet. It had big googly eyes with silly eyebrows like Animal. The body looked like it was made of fake fur and the legs looked like braided yarn. It was all orange and brown and yellow like a bad seventies shag carpet.
I felt really bad. Like I just vivisected fizgig from the dark crystal, and if I'd just been a little braver he could have turned out to be my friend.
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I didn't ask anyone to interpret this one. I knew it was about new opportunities, facing my fears and making good decisions.
Dream 2 - hidden rooms
About the second week of January I had a really elaborate dream that stayed with me after I woke up...
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I was in my new house, only it was in New England and it was a 2 story Victorian instead of a ranch. The odd thing was the only thing on the first floor was the front door, foyer and stairs leading up. I was disappointed the house didn't have enough storage space, it was just two small bedrooms and a few small closets just like the house I'm in now.
I was walking down the stairs to the front door when I noticed a door I'd never seen. It opened to a bathroom which lead to a small hallway with a bed at the end. The bed was on a platform that stuck out from the house and was all screened in like a pop-up camper. The hallway and bed were all covered in leaves and twigs like a forgotten garden.
The platform bed led to a small narrow office with bad 70's paneling. It had shag carpet, empty book shelves and an old desk. The flooring at the end of the office was soft and as I stood at the end of the room I sunk through.
Below the office was a full finished basement. It was brightly lit with 12 ft ceilings, a fully equipped work bench and more impressively a fully stocked photo studio.
I climbed back up through floor and discovered a small bedroom. This one was decorated like something from the 80's with hot pink walls, cheap shiny black furniture and a small vanity table.
Off the bedroom was a big full bathroom that seemed completely from a different time. The 'toilet' was just a large concrete block with a hole and the shower was a corner of the room with a garden hose. It seemed more like a cell than a bathroom.
Going back into the bedroom I discovered two new doors. One leading back to the foyer and the other to a staircase going down to the basement.
As I left for the foyer again I noticed one last room off to the right with a queen size bed and nothing else.
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I woke up elated that I finally had enough room. I sat there thinking, about the dream and again wondering if it might mean that I actually need more room.
I shared my dream with a few co-workers.
One said dreams of houses are about yourself and rooms are aspects of your personality. She thought the dream was about new year's resolutions and the rooms were things I wanted to work on.
The other said it was more literal. About anxiety over the purchase of our new home, but that our house had hidden potential.
Then I shared my dream with a good friend. She looked at me with a complicated grin and said "A little girl's room huh... I thought maybe that was where this was headed". There was an awkward silence and I can't imagine what my face looked like. It was like she saw right through me - I was embarrassed and excited.
We didn't say any more about it, but that pretty much cinched it for me. I was convinced.
I didn't drink my glass of wine that night - it tasted sour.
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I was in my new house, only it was in New England and it was a 2 story Victorian instead of a ranch. The odd thing was the only thing on the first floor was the front door, foyer and stairs leading up. I was disappointed the house didn't have enough storage space, it was just two small bedrooms and a few small closets just like the house I'm in now.
I was walking down the stairs to the front door when I noticed a door I'd never seen. It opened to a bathroom which lead to a small hallway with a bed at the end. The bed was on a platform that stuck out from the house and was all screened in like a pop-up camper. The hallway and bed were all covered in leaves and twigs like a forgotten garden.
The platform bed led to a small narrow office with bad 70's paneling. It had shag carpet, empty book shelves and an old desk. The flooring at the end of the office was soft and as I stood at the end of the room I sunk through.
Below the office was a full finished basement. It was brightly lit with 12 ft ceilings, a fully equipped work bench and more impressively a fully stocked photo studio.
I climbed back up through floor and discovered a small bedroom. This one was decorated like something from the 80's with hot pink walls, cheap shiny black furniture and a small vanity table.
Off the bedroom was a big full bathroom that seemed completely from a different time. The 'toilet' was just a large concrete block with a hole and the shower was a corner of the room with a garden hose. It seemed more like a cell than a bathroom.
Going back into the bedroom I discovered two new doors. One leading back to the foyer and the other to a staircase going down to the basement.
As I left for the foyer again I noticed one last room off to the right with a queen size bed and nothing else.
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I woke up elated that I finally had enough room. I sat there thinking, about the dream and again wondering if it might mean that I actually need more room.
I shared my dream with a few co-workers.
One said dreams of houses are about yourself and rooms are aspects of your personality. She thought the dream was about new year's resolutions and the rooms were things I wanted to work on.
The other said it was more literal. About anxiety over the purchase of our new home, but that our house had hidden potential.
Then I shared my dream with a good friend. She looked at me with a complicated grin and said "A little girl's room huh... I thought maybe that was where this was headed". There was an awkward silence and I can't imagine what my face looked like. It was like she saw right through me - I was embarrassed and excited.
We didn't say any more about it, but that pretty much cinched it for me. I was convinced.
I didn't drink my glass of wine that night - it tasted sour.
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