Wednesday, August 31, 2011

29Weeks.5Days.


I must be having the most boring pregnancy ever... not that I am complaining. It seems like every time I go to my yoga or kickboxing classes someone asks me if I am still feeling good. Well as a matter of fact, I feel pretty fantastic. The concern is sweet, but seriously, if I felt like crap I would stay home. 

The other day in kickboxing, one of the ladies and I were discussing how I felt like my pregnancy experience has been flying by. She told me that both of her pregnancies seemed to drag out forever because she was so anxious for her baby to be here. I think I have the opposite problem. Yes, I am excited about baby Jack getting here, but it has been just Daniel and me for almost a decade. We are used to the status quo and the thought of everything changing {while exciting} is also a bit intimidating. I am trying to savor these last couple of months while it is just us.

pleated poppy

What I Wore Wednesday:
T-Shirt from Target – I am looking forward to fall so that I can wear some fun layers. I am afraid I stick too much to boring t-shirts.

Cargo Capris from Target – I think they are a little too long on me
{maternity section}.
Chacos from REI.


I have officially crossed into the world of not wearing some of my old t-shirts {unless I want to look like a redneck with by belly exposed – no thank you!}. 

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Getting Organized

It is hard to believe that we moved into our new house almost a year ago. We are mostly unpacked, but there are still a few boxes shoved into closets and there was a serious need to get organized – mostly in the garage and our gear closet upstairs.

Messy garage: this wasn't actually the worst of it, just when I thought about taking some pics.
Recently the four wheeler has been parked inside and Daniel has had to park outside.

Much better. Daniel still has plans to hang things on the wall above the garage doors.

We finished hanging peg board in the garage and a bike hanging system in the storage room just off the garage {it is like a storage shed but it is attached to the house and holds our mower – also known as the four wheeler}.

Bikes are hung from the ceiling and the four wheeler is finally stored in the right place.

Now that the garage is clean and organized, Daniel can do some car maintenance – oil leaks are taking over our lives!

Our gear closet before we got organized.

I am thrilled that our gear closet is organized. It will make it so much easier to pack the next time we decide to go backpacking {which I am guessing will not be until some time after the new year}. Baby Jack better like the outdoors!!!

 And after. 

 Packs, Therm-a-rests, climbing rope and sleeping bags hung on the walls. 

 While the rest of our gear is stored on shelves that we purchased at Ikea. 
Two sets of Expedit, black-brown bookshelves.
I'm not sure that we own enough gear... kidding... maybe...

Monday, August 29, 2011

Happy Birthday Daniel!

This year for Daniel's birthday I asked him what he wanted to do. He would have loved to go ride four-wheelers in the mountains but he didn't think I should be out on mountain trails at this point in my pregnancy {I would have gladly tagged along, but am trying to be respectful of his wishes}. Anyways, I offered to let him invite one of his buddies and go without me, but he decided to defer for now.

He also thought about going shooting, but again, this isn't something that I can really participate in currently. So he finally decided that he just wanted to stay home and get the garage organized. It would have been nice to go do something, but we have truly been busy every single weekend for the last month, so having a weekend at home was actually kind of nice.

Sunday we decided to head down to Huntsville to run some errands, see a movie at the dollar theater and then have dinner at Connors Steak and Seafood – Daniel actually took me here for my birthday last year and we really loved it.

We had mozzarella sticks with marinara for an appetizer, followed by a fresh loaf of bread. Then came a Caesar salad for Daniel and we shared the Fish and Chips plate with an added side of collared greens for me. Dinner was excellent.


Afterward we wondered over to Barnes & Noble to browse the books and magazines. One of the things I miss most about living in the city is our weekly date nights to bookstores {that and Starbucks}. Anyways, after browsing for awhile, we made our way to Orange Tree Frozen Yogurt. You buy your yogurt by the pound. Without thinking, I filled my cup all the way up! Daniel was more conservative with his amount of dessert. It was all delicious. 


I hope Daniel enjoyed his low-key 31st birthday weekend. At the very least, I know that he is thrilled to have the garage organized.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Cheesy Chicken, Spinach and Orzo Casserole


This dish was going to be a vegetarian meal based on the Three Cheese Orzo and Spinach Dish by How Sweet It is. But Daniel complained about the number of times we have ate meatless dishes this week, so I decided to tweak the recipe and add chicken. The end result was a rating of 4.8/5 stars from Daniel. We are big fans of orzo, so I need to find more recipes that include this pasta.

Cheesy Chicken, Spinach and Orzo Casserole
serves 2-4

Ingredients
1 cup orzo pasta
2 cups water
2 tbsp chicken stock
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 chicken breast, diced
1/4 onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic
1 cup Fiesta style cheese (or whatever you have on hand)
1 6-ounce bag of spinach

Directions
Boil water and chicken stock. Add orzo and cook for 9 minutes.
Meanwhile heat a skillet on medium heat and add olive oil. 
Saute the onions and garlic until soft, about 5 minutes. 
Add chicken breast to the onion/garlic mixture and cook until browned, about 7 minutes.
Add the spinach and cooked orzo, cooking until spinach wilts.
Finally, stir in the cheese, mixing until melted and combined.

This is great comfort food.

Hammock Review

Back in early July, Daniel and I had the misfortune of our hammock giving up the good fight.

*This is how the hammock looked after it collapsed with us in it... 
imagine us laying on our backs with our feet in the air wondering "What the heck just happened???" Sophie managed to jump off as it was collapsing.

Posted to Facebook after our hammock collapsed {with us in it}:
Daniel and Cheree on the hammock: still ok. 
Daniel, Cheree and Sophie on the hammock: it collapsed under us!!!  
We are all ok. It turns out the steel stand had corroded over the last few years and it snapped in half when Sophie jumped on it. Daniel says with all 3 of us, we were over the 400 lb weight limit {yikes}. We have been laying on it all together for years...

We adore having a hammock, so we started the search for a new one. We decided to try a new style, The Pawleys Island Soft Weave Double Hammock {in red}. We really liked that the fabric was not vinyl and it was incredibly soft. We brought it home and set it up on the back porch only to discover that maybe it wasn't the best hammock for us...
  • The stand was much longer because the hammock hung from 2 points instead of 4, which took up more space on our porch.
  • Though soft, the material was too stretchy and the hammock would sag too much {almost to the ground} when we laid on it.
  • Since the hammock was only attached at 2 points, the stability was terrible {especially for this pregnant girl}. It was a huge hassle to get in and out of – I looked like a beached whale flopping about trying to get myself off of the silly thing. Also Sophie did not appear to be a fan of how much the hammock swayed when she jumped on and off of it. 
We were bummed about the purchase, but were able to exchange it for a newer version of our original hammock – The Garden Treasures Padded Hammock with Stand. The only negative is that the stripes are black instead of red, but I can live with that. Also the fabric is some type of vinyl and not quite as soft as the Pawley's version but there is ZERO sagging and I don't feel like it is going to tip over when I lay on it.


We are so happy to have a hammock again. Now we just need to install a fan on this end of the porch and it will be perfect for those lazy summer days. 


Thursday, August 25, 2011

Greeting Cards: Summer Reading

I adore reading and am on my third year of reading 52 books in 52 weeks
but more than my books, I love my husband.

*This is the eighth in my series of twelve "I Love You More" cards   
that I have designed and will be posting throughout the year.
 
© Cheree Moore

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

28Weeks.5Days.


My Pregnancy By the Numbers...
198 prenatal vitamins swallowed.
133 shots in my stomach.
133 beats per minute was what Jack's heartbeat was last Friday.
79 days until our due date. 
52 days of lower back pain – a frozen bag of okra is my go-to for easing the pain.
14 pounds gained.
12 days since I have experienced heartburn – thank you Nexium.
10 days of sinus pressure changes in my head – makes me feel like I am living in a fog.
7 OB visits completed.
4 workouts this week.
3 is approximate number of times I feel Jack moving each day.
2 candy bars eaten this week.
1 glucose test passed.

What I Wore Wednesday:
Shirt from Old Navy. Shorts from Target {maternity section}.
On a completely separate note, if you have been wondering what the dancer's pose is {ahem mom and dad} or are just curious as to what an almost 29 week pregnant woman looks like doing said dancer's pose... this GIF is for you.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

52 Books: Books 34&35

So I actually finished both of these books over a week ago, just haven't had the time {or energy} to sit down and write a review. I seem to read books in pairs – as in similar topics. This always happens randomly, but it seems to happen fairly frequently.


Books 34 and 35 for the year are both biographies that fall into the theme of recovery. The first book: Manic by Terri Cheney is the very personal account of a woman who has lived with being bipolar for most of her life. Since my mom has lived with this condition for most of my life, I have a personal connection to this type of biography. I am so thankful that my mom has never gone through many of the things that Terri Cheney has endured. Her story is intriguing, but also made me sad for what she has gone through. Her story is not written chronologically, but the order is very fitting. I read this book in one setting and thought that it was a good book, but I have to confess that the best book I have read about being bipolar is An Unquiet Mind by Kay Redfield Jamison.

Excerpts from Manic :
I wanted to die at such a moment. When the world was at its best, when I could offer up my heart to God and say, thank you, truly, for all of it. It's not that I'm ungrateful. It's just that I'm not capable any more of the joy a night like this deserves.

The world is essentially bipolar: driven to extremes but defined by flux. Saints are always a stumble away from sinners.

If I've learned anything from life as a manic-depressive, it's that all things never stay the same for long. The cruelest curse of the disease is also its most sacred promise: you will not feel this way forever.

Never, but never, call a manic person "manic" to their face. For some reason, when you're in the very throes of it, the term manic sounds like the most degrading, insulting, offensive character slur imaginable.

...it's been years since I've had a full-blown manic episode, longer still since I have tried to commit suicide. Stability feels like such a precarious thing, dependent on just the right dose by just the right doctor. But still, somehow I found it... Life is not easy, but it's simpler now. I no longer want to fly kites in a thunderstorm. I have no interest in dancing a tango with a rip tide. I can leave my best friend's boyfriend alone...


The second "biography" I read was A Million Little Pieces by James Frey.


This book was intriguing in a different way. It recounts the six weeks that the author spent in a rehab center in an effort to save himself from the addictions that controlled him. The book was initially sold as a memoir, but the Smoking Gun released a report pointing out outright lies that had been fabricated for the story. Which makes sense since there is a lot of over dramatization and a feeling of exaggeration in the writing. Furthermore Frey spends a lot of time focusing on his negative view of AA and the 12 Steps program. He is repeatedly told by counselors that he won't make it without the steps and he continues to insists that he will, saying that the only thing that controls whether or not you do drugs is yourself. However time and time again, many addicts have proven that they need a belief in something more than themselves in order to quit their addictions. It is an interesting read, just know that it is not non-fiction {even if you do find a copy in the biography section of your library}.

Excerpts from A Million Little Pieces {note strong language throughout the book}:
You're strong enough to get your teeth drilled without drugs and you're strong enough to scare the s*** out of a bunch of hardened f*** ups and you're strong enough to do whatever the f*** you've had to do to end up like you are and you can't walk back into that clinic and try?

...Life is hard, kid, you gotta be harder. You gotta take it on and fight for it and be a f***ing man about how you live it. If you're too much of a pussy to do that, then maybe you should just leave, 'cause you're already dead.

The Gates are open and thirteen years of addiction, violence, hell and their accompaniments are manifesting themselves in dense tears and heavy sobs and shortness of breath and a profound sense of loss. The loss inhabits, fills, and overwhelms me. It is the loss of a childhood of being a teenager of normalcy of happiness of love of trust of reason of God of family of friends of future of potential of dignity of humanity of sanity of myself of everything everything everything. I lost everything and I am reduced to a mass of mourning, sadness, grief, anguish and heartache. I am lost. I have lost. Everything. Everything.

An addict is an addict. It doesn't matter whether the addict is white, black, yellow or green, rich or poor or somewhere in the middle, the most famous person on the planet or the most unknown. It doesn't matter whether the addiction is drugs, alcohol, crime, sex, shopping, food, gambling or the f***ing Flinstones. The life of the Addict is always the same. There is no excitement, no glamor, no fun. There are no good times, there is no joy, there is no happiness, there is no future and no escape. There is only an obsession. An all-encompassing, fully enveloping, completely overwhelming obsession. To make light of it, brag about it, or revel in the mock glory of it is not in any way, shape or form related to its truth, and that is all that matters, the truth.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

A Rose By Any Other Name...

When it comes to naming your child there is a certain amount of pressure to pick a good name. Though as Shakespeare eloquently writes, a rose will still smell sweet regardless of its name.

Papa Jack holding Daniel {sadly this was the only picture we could find of Papa Jack}.

For us naming wasn't actually a huge chore. A few months ago we sat down and tossed around some names and Daniel mentioned that if we were going to have a boy he really wanted to use the name Jack. Jack was the name of his Grandfather or Papa Jack as Daniel called him. This man was very important to Daniel and instrumental in shaping Daniel into the man he is today. Unfortunately Papa Jack passed away about two years before I met Daniel.

Daniel and Cheree on Mount Rogers – the highest point in Virginia

When we finally found out that we were indeed having a little boy, Daniel and I discussed names over dinner. It was a fairly painless process and by the end of the evening we had narrowed our choices down considerably with Jack Grayson being the front runner.

Daniel with the wild ponies in the Grayson Highlands

Over the following weeks we would periodically mull it over before we finally settled on Jack Grayson Moore. Even after this determination we sat on the name for a month until we really felt certain this was the name we wanted to give our child.

Hiking on one of the balds in the Grayson Highlands

My dad actually offered some really great advice. He told us to yell the name out loud to see if it sounded right. So we did. We shouted it off of our back porch. And felt incredibly silly. But in the end, we were happy with our choice.

Hiking on one of the balds in the Grayson Highlands

Grayson comes from the Grayson Highlands in Virginia. It is one of our favorite state parks to visit as it is part of the Jefferson National Forest and Mount Rogers Recreation Area – famous for its open balds and wild ponies. We want our child to grow up loving the outdoors as much as we do. We look forward to taking him to meet the wild ponies, to hike the open balds and bike the Virginia Creeper Trail

Biking on the Virginia Creeper Trail

So Jack Grayson Moore is named in memory of his Great Grandfather and a chain of mountains that we love. We will be calling him Jack.

Biking on the Virginia Creeper Trail

Thursday, August 18, 2011

27Weeks.5Days.


Crazy but we are actually about to start our third trimester... where is the time going?

This past Tuesday I went to Nashville to take a breastfeeding class with my good friend, Kristalynne. Her husband couldn't make it and Daniel didn't particularly want to go to my class... so we were each other's moral support.

We met at Boscos for dinner where we both indulged in the Boscos Burger before heading over to Vanderbilt for our class. The burgers were delish and I loved the Garlic Parmesan Fries that came with mine.

The nurse who taught our class was very informative and funny which made it a good experience. I took 4 pages worth of notes and we were given a book to read, The New Mother's Guide to Breastfeeding. I also found the video we watched to be helpful and the opportunity to hold a pretend baby in various feeding positions was a useful exercise. At one point I told Kristalynne it felt like I was holding a football and then the nurse explained that we were practicing the "football" hold.


The most random thing I learned is that cabbage leaves are great for relieving engorged breasts. You stick the raw leaves in your bra for 20-30 minutes for relief. Any more than that and your milk will dry up. I mentioned this to my sister and she laughed and said that this was a common trick used by nurses. After she weaned Izzy, she used cabbage leaves for 3 days and her milk completely dried up. Good to know!

I am feeling less clueless about the breastfeeding process. Though I am still clueless about plenty of things. I know that nothing will compare to actually having a baby here and in our arms. We can read all we want but until the time comes we won't really know what it will be like.

pleated poppy

What I Wore Wednesday
Shirt from Old Navy {pre-pregnancy}
Jeans from Kohls {pre-pregnancy}
Chacos from REI

Friday, August 12, 2011

Sweet Relief

I have mentioned before how much of a struggle heartburn has been for me. In recent weeks it has become increasingly worse – to the point that I wake up in the middle of the night almost in tears. This is saying a lot as I rarely cry {even during this pregnancy crying has been rare}. The only way I have been able to sleep is sitting up and popping Tums every 1-2 hours. The Tums work, they are just not long lasting.

Heartburn comes from just thinking about food or drinking a single sip of water or for no reason at all. It is particularly bad when I do eat or drink. Since I can't stop eating or drinking I have been coping as best I can.

I am generally not a fan of taking meds and I have to feel pretty terrible before I will take anything, but I have been at my wit's end with this heartburn thing. I tried Zantac {which made the heartburn worse}, and then Pepcid {which did nothing for me}, before asking my OB for something stronger. She gave me a prescription for Nexium. My mom and sister both had extreme heartburn during their pregnancies and Nexium worked for my sister, so at this point I was willing to try anything.

My ultimate test was taking my first Nexium last night before we went to dinner. We had Mexican which is my fave, but it also gives me the worst heartburn. After downing chips, salsa, a Chimichanga and some Dr. Pepper, I was getting nervous about how my evening would go.

We went home and watched a movie and I was able to lay down on the couch. And then we went to bed. Amazingly I didn't have problems falling asleep and even better was the fact that I slept soundly all night and didn't have any kind of pain whatsoever.

I know not everyone will agree that Nexium is the best option, but for me it is providing some much needed relief and I am ok with that.

Please pass me the purple pill...

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

26Weeks.5Days.


My Pregnancy By The Numbers...
184 prenatal vitamins swallowed.
152 days of heart burn.
119 shots in my stomach.
93 days until our due date. 
38 days of lower back pain.
11 pounds gained.
9 bottles of Tums consumed. 
6 OB visits completed.
4 workouts this week.
2 pounds is what our little man currently weighs.
1 partially popped out belly button. 

pleated poppy

What I Wore Wednesday:
Shirt from Target.
Shorts from Target {maternity section}. Chacos from REI.

Monday, August 08, 2011

Double Date Night: Urban Stack


Saturday night we met up with good friends, Chris and Courtney, for dinner at Urban Stack in downtown Chattanooga.

This was a "grown ups only" night out. Courtney said their kids were sad not to be included, but were excited about a night of pizza and movies at their grandparents. Courtney also mentioned that her 6-year-old son, Andrew, had inquired if we were going to talk about inappropriate things since there would be no kids around. Kids are so funny – thanks for sharing that with us Court.

Daniel was thankful to have a night where we talked about things other than baby stuff {after our experience registering at Baby's R Us, I think he is getting warn out on the topic}. Hopefully we didn't bore Courtney and Chris too much – though it is helpful to get advice from friends who already have kiddos.

Urban Stack has been on my list of places to try out in Chattanooga for a while. They are a gourmet burger bar that didn't disappoint. We got right in at 6PM on a Saturday night and stayed for almost two hours. We started off sharing homemade potato chips with a pimento cheese dip that was amazing. I really wanted to try the Gourmet Bacon Cheeseburger but opted out since I am preggo and am not supposed to eat soft cheeses. Courtney tried it and really liked it. I had a mushroom burger that was excellent, but I am looking forward to going back after November to try that gourmet burger with the bleu cheese. I can't remember what the guys had, but everyone was happy at the end of the night with their food choices.

This is a burger bar that we will definitely be visiting again.

Urban Stack on Urbanspoon

Saturday, August 06, 2011

The Stroller Diaries... misadventures on the way to becoming parents

Friday morning Daniel and I had an OB appointment. The best part was {should have been} the 3D/4D ultrasound. Unfortunately our little guy refused to show us his face. Everything else looked great. Hopefully he will be more cooperative when we go back in two weeks for my glucose test.

Other than our failed attempt at a 3D head shot, all appeared to be well. He is the appropriate size and is weighing in right at 2 pounds {a month ago he was 1 lb 1oz}. He was moving around quite a bit but I was still not feeling much – the ultrasound tech confirmed that my placenta is anterior {in front} which is probably why I haven't felt him that often. No worries though since he is healthy and growing. 

After our appointment we had lunch at Chick-fil-a before heading over to the dreaded Baby's 'R Us. I know that there are people who adore the whole registering for their baby experience, but Daniel and I are not those people. Mostly this stems from the fact that neither of us are really shoppers. When we do shop, it tends to be for big ticket items that we research like crazy before making any kind of purchasing decision.

Baby's 'R Us is a daunting place, though the process of getting started was relatively painless. We found ourselves walking around the store a bit overwhelmed before getting stuck in the stroller section. We had spent some time researching strollers online, but nothing really compares to actually touching them. All the while, we have continued to ponder "How often do these gargantuan travel stroller systems really get used... our parents didn't have these systems and we turned out fine..."

We would love a good jogging stroller but they aren't a part of a "system" and we will probably just get one off of Craigslist later...
That being said, we did spend some time fooling around with the contraptions. During our time in the stroller aisle Daniel found himself struggling to take the infant carrier out of the Graco Flipit Travel System. This system soon had him leaning the stroller down on its back and turning the infant carrier upside down in an effort to remove it. 

At this inopportune moment another customer {a mom} walked up to us looking mortified. She couldn't help but stop to inform us of the correct way to remove the carrier – evidently there is a red button you push. Who knew? We told her we were new parents to be and quickly assured her that we would never turn an infant carrier upside down with an infant in it. She probably thought we were out of our minds...

To make matters worse, after the carrier was removed, Daniel proceeded to collapse the silly thing so that we would have an idea of how {ahem} small it folds down to. Then he tried to unfold the stroller back to its normal stroller state. No dice. Neither of us could figure out how to unfold the stupid thing. 

On top of that, we couldn't find an employee to show us to fix it and there was no manual. I looked up reviews on the registery device which all touted how easy the contraption was to use and how you could unfold it with one hand without reading instructions. Blah. Blah. Blah. We were beginning to feel like we would make terrible parents...

I told Daniel that he should just to put it back on the shelf and we should just walk away but he insisted on rolling it to the front of the store to ask an employee to show him how to unfold it. Unfortunately for him, the lady from earlier was also at the front of the store. Thankfully it turned out that the stroller was actually broken and we didn't feel as incompetent as we were beginning to suspect we might be.
After this incident we checked out the S1 by Safety 1st AeroLite Premier Travel System Stroller which we liked better... though we still aren't sold 100% on owning a travel stroller system.*

We browsed the rest of the store, haphazardly adding appropriate items – mostly little things {the more expensive items were easy to add since we had done our research}. Finally we collapsed in the rocker section of the store and mourned the fact that {at some point} we still needed to go to Target {and possibly Walmart} to do this.

I remember how much we hated registering for our wedding stuff. We did get a lot of great things that we have used over the years. We also got a lot of things we never used or that we kept and used even though we didn't really like them or our tastes had changed. I feel like registering for baby stuff will be the same. What we think is necessary a year from now will be totally different from what we think is good right now...

*Note: If you happen to look at our {incomplete} registery, please do not buy us a travel stroller system – we added about five different models for further research. When we have made a final decision, we will delete all but one.

Thursday, August 04, 2011

What's For Dinner?

Last week I didn't cook much... we were still finishing off the casseroles that I had made for Daniel so that he wouldn't starve while I was out of town.

Towards the end of the week Daniel started complaining about being tired of eating the same thing over and over again. This was a comical remark considering that years ago when we were first married, he would beg me to cook normal, plain dishes like spaghetti with sauce from a jar. It seems that he has gotten used to eating new things on a regular basis and was ready for me to start cooking again.

So this week I have gotten back on track. I made Vegetable Lasagna, Fajita Burgers with Parmesan Corn-on-the Cob and Steak Sandwiches with a side of Sweet Potato Fries. Daniel is happy and I am happy to be back in the kitchen.

In other cooking-related news... I had a major flop with a recipe for Peach Crumble that I tried last night. TOTAL.FAILURE. First of all, the peaches were white peaches and not very flavorful. Secondly the dessert tasted more like oatmeal than dessert. I was SO DISAPPOINTED. I don't repeat many recipes, but the Peach Cobbler recipe from Pink Parsley is so ridiculously good I may never try another type of peach cobbler again.

Flank Steak on Texas Toast with Chimichurri and a side of Sweet Potato Fries
Daniel gave it 4.88/5 stars. Recipe from Food52.

 Fajita Burger with Parmesan Corn-on-the Cob
Daniel gave it 4.82/5 stars. Recipe from GoodLifeEats.

Veggie Lasagna
Daniel gave it 4.72/5 stars. Recipe adapted from The Way The Cookie Crumbles.

Brown Butter Peach Crumble
Daniel didn't try it, but I was not a fan. Recipe from The Culinary Couple.

 


Wednesday, August 03, 2011

25Weeks.5Days.

 Shorts and shirt are several years old and I have no idea where I bought them. 
Just glad baby boy is sitting high and I can still wear some of my normal clothes.

Not a whole lot is new on the baby front...

I am holding steady at 10 pounds gained and it all seems to be in front of me. 

Heartburn still sucks – pretty sure I will get a prescription from my OB when I see her on Friday. 

I discovered that a package of frozen okra makes a great ice pack for my lower back.

Thankfully Sunday's fender bender didn't result in any unwanted trips to the hospital.

Some nights I sleep through the night. Some nights I am plagued by insomnia.

Little guy has started moving more. I feel him the most around 10AM {after my daily workouts} and late in the evenings when I am laying down watching TV or trying to go to sleep. I am just thankful that I am feeling more consistent movement.

 Dress for interview from Target. Shoes from Walmart.
 
On an unexpected note, I was called in for a second interview this past Tuesday. It's with a great company and would be an excellent opportunity. I didn't bring up the subject of being preggo and they didn't ask {hopefully it was obvious?}. This means I have had a lot to think about over the last few days. We shall see how things pan out.

pleated poppy

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

52 Books: Book 33

It's been a while since I wrote a book post. It has not been from a lack of reading, the two books on my night stand both happened to be over 400 pages and Moby Dick has proven to be quite tedious at times. Hopefully I will wrap it up in the next week.

The other book in my possession was What the Dog Saw by Malcolm Gladwell. First off I have to say that I adore Gladwell's style of writing and his way of looking at the world. Tipping Point and Blink rocked my world and Outliers was good {though I didn't like it as much as these other three books}.

What the Dog Saw follows the same structure as the previous books, looking into the psychology and economics of why things are the way they are. It is my favorite way of looking at the world.

This book covers topics like: the collapse of Enron; the effect birth control has had on increasing the risk of cancer in women; what really constitutes plagiarism; can homelessness be solved by getting rid of soup kitchens and homeless shelters; and are pit bulls really dangerous… it really makes you think. 

I enjoyed every moment and I am sad that my journey with Gladwell is over.

Excerpts from the book:
...we associate the willingness to risk great failure – and the ability to climb back from catastrophe – with courage. But in this we are wrong... there is more courage and heroism in defying the human impulse, in taking purposeful and painful steps to prepare for the unimaginable.
The world is not the world it was. And some of the risks that go with the benefits of a woman getting educated and not getting pregnant all the time are breast cancer and ovarian cancer, and we need to deal with it.
Simply running soup kitchens and shelters allows the chronically homeless to remain chronically homeless.

Under copyright law, what matters is not that you copied someone else's work. What matters is what you copied, and how much you copied. Intellectual-property doctrine isn't a straightforward application of the ethical principle "Thou shalt not steal." At its core is the notion that there are certain situations where you can steal.

"creeping determinism" – the sense that grows on us, in retrospect, that what has happened was actually inevitable – and that the chief effect of creeping determinism is that it turns unexpected events into expected events.

In the real world, intelligence is invariably ambiguous. Information about enemy intentions tends to be short on detail. And information that is rich in detail tends to be short on intentions.

Making warning systems more sensitive reduces the risk of surprise, but increases the number of false alarms, which in turn reduces sensitivity.

...sometimes genius is anything rarefied; sometimes its just the thing that emerges after twenty years of working at your kitchen table.

What does it say about a society that it devotes more care and patience to the selection of those who handle its money than of those who handle its children?

The dogs that bite people are, in many cases, socially isolated because their owners are socially isolated, and they are vicious because they have owners who want a vicious dog.

Among Trees

Last weekend was a long weekend (Columbus Day/Canadian Thanksgiving) and I was determined that our family should do something together ou...