March 31, 2007
As much as I normally don't care for Cameron Diaz, she and Jude Law were great together (but I don't think I've ever been dissapointed with Jude Law).
In other news - congratulations to Stan and Luka. You can check it out over at Steve's blog.
March 29, 2007
March 28, 2007
You know you're a parent when you and your husband spontaneously break out in song on the way to work, "ready set learn, du du du du du du, ready set play, it's a great great day...READY SET LEARN! That's me, I'm Paz! Du du du du du."
I hate when I'm wrong and buy plain bunelos thinking I'm buying banana bunelos. I don't really know why I buy bunelos...I should just make them. My sisters recipe is the bomb!
March 25, 2007
Is it weird that I get him? Is it weird that I have gone through many days anxious because there was some act that I felt I needed to perform but talked myself out of it? I don't know. I think it's in my genes. Almost all my friends who have some Chamorro blood and many in my family have these weird 'quirks'. I have a lot of them. My daughter is already showing signs of them. I pray that they won't consume her as she grows.
It's pretty funny to watch my friend (and coworker) and I as we leave the office each afternoon. She often gives me a ride home so I'll pack up my things, close up my office (cubible/workstation) and run up to her building. I'll go through her office and close her blinds a certain way to make sure they are fully closed so that no one can peep inside. Then she'll come by and check the window in two places to make sure it's locked. But that messes up the blinds, so I go back and reclose the blinds. It's pretty funny. We both understand that if we don't do those things we'll go home feeling unsettled. Lately, with my huge belly it's just too much effort for me to walk through her office twice to fix the blinds. So I simply stand away from the windows and try to avert my eyes as she performs her window rituals.
I'm nesting. I hate that term, but that's what I'm doing. It's when a woman nears the end of her pregnancy and goes nuts cleaning and cooking and fixing and moving and whatever else she feels she needs to do to prepare for her new baby. At least my nesting isn't too involved. I spent most of the day on Thursday rearranging our closets and drawers and moving the bed and crib and tidying up around the room. James wasn't pleased that I decided to move the bed by myself. But hey, he wasn't home and it had to be done. So I did it. James did the rest of the room today. I'm going to pack our hospital bags this week because I have a feeling Jacob is coming sooner than he's expected. I almost had a panic attack walking through Costco this morning. I mean, really, I felt like I was about to go into labor; and who would have driven me to Community Church to pick up James so he could take me to the hospital? Almost-10-year-old Mikey? 22-month old Katelyn? I don't think so. I'd have sat my butt down right in the middle of the store and dialed 911.
I still haven't decided about the VBAC. The risks are different on Saipan. The risks aren't that different - the way the risks are dealt with is different. Let's say I go into labor and, God forbid, I end up with a uterine tear. Well, L&D is going to have to assemble the team to perform a c-section. Let's say it's night time. It could take up to an hour for the team to be assembled because it's likely that none of them would be at the hospital. This means I and/or Jacob could suffer severely from the internal bleeding that would result. The worst that could happen is death. Even though the risk for a uterine tear is something like .4%, James isn't comfortable with this risk. I can understand and I respect how he feels. I was feeling pretty good about it two weeks ago right after I talked to the doctor. But since then I've been feeling a lot of internal pain right around my incision site.
I wanted to have made up my mind by my next appointment, which is tomorrow. But I haven't. I know that I want to. I've been praying about this, but I just don't feel like I've received an answer. I kind of want to just leave it in God's hands by scheduling a c-section on the day closest to my due date when my preferred doctor is on call. And if I go into labor before then, then I try to push this baby out. But if I don't...then I go under the knife, again. (But I don't know how happy the hospital would be with my 'whatever' attitude. -James told me he had never heard the word whatever used as often as he hears it here. Whatever, I say it all the time. Weird, because he's from L.A. Whatever!)
I won't care as much this time if I have another c-section. I have come to terms with it and realized that it doesn't make me any less of a woman just because I couldn't push my baby out on my own. I can now say "...when I gave birth..." instead of "...when Katelyn was born..." or "...when they took my baby out of me..." Imagine, back in the day, if I hadn't have had that c-section, one or both of us wouldn't have made it.
I hear that it's preferred that a woman only have 3 c-sections. So the number of kids we have may be limited depending on the method of delivery of this next little one. But really, I don't know if I want more than two kids anymore. I used to have dreams of having 9 sons. And yes, this pregnancy has been pretty tough lately, but no, that's not why I changed my mind from wanting 9 kids to 4 kids. If we have more than 2 kids, we'd like to have 4 - two sets of two kids that are about two years apart. But I'm not sure that I want that anymore. So having a VBAC for the reason of being able to have 4 kids is now moot.
Peace out, yo!
March 23, 2007
I had been wanting to go to a Stampin' Up party for some time. It always looked like something I'd enjoy doing in my free time. I was wrong. Our demonstrator, Jill, was great - it's just that from the beginning of our tote makin' session I could already tell that stampin' wasn't for me. It's not that I didn't enjoy it and it's not that the stamps, papers, and accessories weren't awesomely cute, it's just that each movement toward completing the project caused me way too much anxiety. I stressed out about how to fold, how to cut, how to stamp, how to line up the second stamp with the first imprint...I like it, but I just can't see myself spending money on something that's going to cause my heart to stop because I couldn't center the white paper on the pink paisly paper even though the paisly prints weren't stamped on symemtrically anyway.
My sister on the other hand...I could tell this would be something she'd be enjoy and be good at. And I was right.
In other news, my sister bought Maui his very own potty. He seemed pretty comfortable sitting on it while fully clothed. Hopefully he'll feel the same way when it comes time to actually use it.
In other, other news, I just found out it's going to cost 250-smackeroos to have little baby Jacob circumcised. Whaaat??
James just asked me, "what if it's a girl?" Well, then her name will be Leah Marie and we won't circumcise her.
March 22, 2007
My favorite line in the movie is when Professor Hilbert asks Harold Crick if he's married. Harold replies, "Was engaged to an auditor. Left me for an actuary."
I had been repeating this line throughout the day yesterday, until James so observedly pointed out that I was the only one laughing.
March 20, 2007
- They're both round (for the most part)
- They're both fruit
- They both have skin
- They both have seeds
- They're both edible
- They both smell good (to most people anyway)
- They're approximately the same size
- They both can be turned into juice
- They can be used as table decorations
- They both grow on trees
I think the phrase should be more like "you can't compare apples to feet" or maybe "you can't compare a wrought iron fence to basketballs".
Wow! "Would you look at this, 'tis an elegant merry-go-round harse." ~The fox in Mary Poppins
March 18, 2007
Thanks to the coordinated efforts of my household, Katelyn is now potty trained. The girl is amazing, she hasn’t wet her diapers at night for about a year now. And she’s only been potty training for just over three weeks and I think we're already in the clear. I'm really thankful that I won't have to buy diapers for two children at the same time.
You know what else I hate? Crappy customer service. About two weeks ago I went to lunch at Cafe at the Park. You may recall that I had been boycotting Cafe, but that I recently decided to give it another try - if I boycott all the restaurants on Saipan that don't perform to my standards, then I might as well hire a private chef.
Would you believe that with all my years growing up on Saipan, I never visited Lau Lau Beach until today? It's true.
I've also never been to Old Man By the Sea or Forbidden Island.
And only until some months ago, I had also never been to Tank Beach in Kagman. I've been to Marine beach, but only once. It was that night back in high school when I'm pretty sure I had a bit of alcohol poisoning.
I've forgotten a lot of the movies we've seen recently - because forgetting is what a pregnant woman does best.
But I do remember that we saw The Promise about a month ago. I'm pretty certain that I liked it.
I know for sure that I watched The 300 last night, or maybe it was Friday night. Either way - it was good. But it ain't rated R for nothin', watch it when the kids are asleep - I mean, leave the kids at home.
You know what's embarassing? Not recognizing your boss's wife as she and her son walk by you and wave. Matoka!
March 12, 2007
That's right - no more being asked 3 times a week by a certain someone whether I've found out yet if it's a boy or girl; no more explaining that I already had an ultrasound early on and yadda, yadda, yadda; no more with the "I hope you have a boy so then it won't matter what the next ones are".
The Doctor said, "...and there are the testicles".
March 09, 2007
Maui: Do you wear underwear?
James: I do. You're going to wear underwear for a long time. You'll keep wearing underwear until you're really old, and then you'll wear diapers again.
Maui: [pause] I'm two years old and I still use a binky!
James: Sounds like somebody's been complaining about that.
March 05, 2007
March 03, 2007
Recently, I was told this about the host of the show Sugar Rush, "that guy's so white he has to wear his hear in dreads so people know he's black."
Oh, come on, it's all in good fun - you know it made you chuckle.
I had a conversation with a friend once and I tried to explain an idea that another friend had. I explained that this friend almost graduated from UCLA. And my friend replied, "almost, 'almost' is the guy that fills my bucket with popcorn at the movie theater."
March 02, 2007
The Heart of the Game - good documentary. The way it ended was awesome!
I flipped the TV on to TLC a little while ago and heard Issac Mizrahi say about Johnny Depp, "...he's not afraid to look awful; and when he looks awful - he's gorrrgous." That's kinda how I feel about Brad Pitt. I've never been one to really care about celebrities; growing up I wasn't into teen idols - although I can probably still sing all of Paula Abdul's songs - "rush, rush, hurry, hurry baby come to me...I can see, I can see you get free with meeheeeee...." Brad was never anything special to me. Just some guy that most ladies went nuts over. He wasn't even that great of an actor. Then I saw Fight Club - and he was HOT! Then I saw Snatch - and he was even HOTTER!
"Nobody's fault but mine, nobody's fault but mine. If I don't read, my soul would be lost. And it's nobody's fault but mine." ~Ben Harper (or Robert Johnson)
I LOVE that song.