No. I haven't had the baby yet.
Yes. I'm getting anxious.
Yes. I'm very uncomfortable.
These are the comments that come out of my mouth several times a day as I make my rounds going about town:
Rosa and Jenny, the deli ladies at the grocery store.
Heidi, the checkout girl at Ralph's.
Man and Sinet, the doughnut shop ladies.
Lisa, the gymnastics teacher.
Parents from gymnastics class.
Margie and Sara, the Swim School ladies.
Parents from swim class.
Various teachers, aides and parents I know from Kael's school.
Our neighbors.
My family calls from the Bay Area.
My sibling-in-laws call from Santa Cruz and Sacramento.
Truong calls me from work: "So, how are you feeling? Baby coming anytime soon?"
Even my own friends who see me everyday, call and then act all disappointed when I pick up the phone: "Oh. You picked up the phone. I guess that means you're still pregnant."
ARGGHHH!!!
I'm starting to feel the pressure to evict this kid out.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
My Merry Adventures on Craig's List
I'm helping my mother-in-law sell her car on Craig's List. I have a very simple and straightforward ad. It basically lists that the car is a 4-cylinder automatic, power windows and lock, 152k miles, new starter, new brakes... etc. Definitely a no frills ad. I included 4 pictures.
I didn't know how much interest we'd get but I definitely wasn't expecting what we got. Within 15 minutes of posting, I got 3 responses. By the end of the day, the number shot up to around 14. Then I checked my spam box and found 7 more.
Wow. So I went through them all and sent each and every one an email stating that I will contact them if the car doesn't sell. We had 2 people come tonight but no buyers yet. One needed to talk to her son (she was buying it for him) and the other wanted it rightnow,Ihavecash! So the Lady with the Son said go ahead and sell it to the Lady with Cash since she knows I want to sell right away. The Lady with Cash came from Cerritos with her husband who "took time off from work so he can drive her" and then proceeded to him-and-haw about the price. I told her right off the bat on the phone that the price is firm as I have a ton of other people wanting to take a look at the car. She said that's fine. She needed the car to get to work tomorrow.
This is where it gets kind of ridiculous. The guy popped the hood and revved the engine and said the engine sounded off. And wanted to knock $500 off. Here's the thing: we just took the car in to get serviced. That's when we got the new starter. And hello - it's a 1999 Camry. It's not going to purr. Hell, my 2004 Expedition just went in for a 60k tune-up at the tune of $1200 and it doesn't purr either.
Then he took a flashlight, shined it on the hood and said the paint looks really worn.
Did we forget that it's a 1999 Camry?
1-9-9-9.
As in a 9 year old car?
I could hear him wheedling Truong down a couple hundred dollars so I took matters into my own hands. I told him that I told his wife on the phone that the price is firm. I have other people interested in the car, take it or leave it. Then left. They talk some more and I could hear Truong saying: "Yeah, we've been married a long time. She's not going to change her mind."
Needless to say, they left sans car.
I go back in to check my email and set up an appointment with a lady for a viewing and test drive tomorrow at 10:00am. I reply to the rest of the pack that someone's taking a looky-loo tomorrow and I'll contact them if the car is still available.
This is the response I get from one of the interested parties:
"or you can drop that person and show it to a cute guy like me first"
No kidding. That's a cut and paste from his email.
Shana thinks I should tell him to show me the money and the car is yours.
Ugh.
I didn't know how much interest we'd get but I definitely wasn't expecting what we got. Within 15 minutes of posting, I got 3 responses. By the end of the day, the number shot up to around 14. Then I checked my spam box and found 7 more.
Wow. So I went through them all and sent each and every one an email stating that I will contact them if the car doesn't sell. We had 2 people come tonight but no buyers yet. One needed to talk to her son (she was buying it for him) and the other wanted it rightnow,Ihavecash! So the Lady with the Son said go ahead and sell it to the Lady with Cash since she knows I want to sell right away. The Lady with Cash came from Cerritos with her husband who "took time off from work so he can drive her" and then proceeded to him-and-haw about the price. I told her right off the bat on the phone that the price is firm as I have a ton of other people wanting to take a look at the car. She said that's fine. She needed the car to get to work tomorrow.
This is where it gets kind of ridiculous. The guy popped the hood and revved the engine and said the engine sounded off. And wanted to knock $500 off. Here's the thing: we just took the car in to get serviced. That's when we got the new starter. And hello - it's a 1999 Camry. It's not going to purr. Hell, my 2004 Expedition just went in for a 60k tune-up at the tune of $1200 and it doesn't purr either.
Then he took a flashlight, shined it on the hood and said the paint looks really worn.
Did we forget that it's a 1999 Camry?
1-9-9-9.
As in a 9 year old car?
I could hear him wheedling Truong down a couple hundred dollars so I took matters into my own hands. I told him that I told his wife on the phone that the price is firm. I have other people interested in the car, take it or leave it. Then left. They talk some more and I could hear Truong saying: "Yeah, we've been married a long time. She's not going to change her mind."
Needless to say, they left sans car.
I go back in to check my email and set up an appointment with a lady for a viewing and test drive tomorrow at 10:00am. I reply to the rest of the pack that someone's taking a looky-loo tomorrow and I'll contact them if the car is still available.
This is the response I get from one of the interested parties:
"or you can drop that person and show it to a cute guy like me first"
No kidding. That's a cut and paste from his email.
Shana thinks I should tell him to show me the money and the car is yours.
Ugh.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Blub Update
As of today (I'll be 37 weeks tomorrow):
Mom's weight gain - 24 lbs
Blub - measuring 34 weeks
I'm 50% effaced and about a fingertip open. Last week my cervix was just starting to soften and not open at all.
Effacement is the process by which the cervix prepares for labor. 100% effacement means that the cervix is paper thin and labor is right around the corner.
With Kael I was walking around about 4 cm dilated for about 2 weeks. I don't remember how effaced I was but apparently being that much dilated didn't mean that labor was around the corner. With Malia, I was 3 cm dilated for 2 weeks and again, that meant nothing. So I'm not putting much thought in how many centimeters I'm dilated with Blub. I think effacement is a better indicator.
So that's how things stand. Blub has moved around enough so that s/he's facing the other way (facing east now when it was west last week). That might explain the extreme discomfort I was in all weekend. Ouch!
I'm torn between wanting Blub to come out now so I can move onto the next chapter of Mommyhood and wanting to bake Blub in the oven a bit more for a bigger baby. In the end it doesn't really matter what I want -- it's all up to Blub.
Once again, as usual, my children are in the drivers' seat of my life.
Mom's weight gain - 24 lbs
Blub - measuring 34 weeks
I'm 50% effaced and about a fingertip open. Last week my cervix was just starting to soften and not open at all.
Effacement is the process by which the cervix prepares for labor. 100% effacement means that the cervix is paper thin and labor is right around the corner.
With Kael I was walking around about 4 cm dilated for about 2 weeks. I don't remember how effaced I was but apparently being that much dilated didn't mean that labor was around the corner. With Malia, I was 3 cm dilated for 2 weeks and again, that meant nothing. So I'm not putting much thought in how many centimeters I'm dilated with Blub. I think effacement is a better indicator.
So that's how things stand. Blub has moved around enough so that s/he's facing the other way (facing east now when it was west last week). That might explain the extreme discomfort I was in all weekend. Ouch!
I'm torn between wanting Blub to come out now so I can move onto the next chapter of Mommyhood and wanting to bake Blub in the oven a bit more for a bigger baby. In the end it doesn't really matter what I want -- it's all up to Blub.
Once again, as usual, my children are in the drivers' seat of my life.
Monday, September 1, 2008
I know you're out there!
So why haven't you put in a prediction for Blub?!
(Game Name: OhMai)
There's not much time left so get on the horn, people!
(Game Name: OhMai)
There's not much time left so get on the horn, people!
A ticking time bomb.
That's what I'm calling myself: A ticking time bomb, ready to go at anytime. And I mean anytime.
This weekend my in-laws (all of them) converged at my house for the celebration of Trieu's and Ingrid's nuptials. At least the Southern California part of it. It was very nice and we got to spend a lot of time with the Anderson's (Ingrid's family). It was a great family weekend, one that I wish we could do more often.
I suffered through the usual "damn, you're huge" and "wow, you're really waddling" and "do you want the eat the rest of this?" comments all weekend but that's OK. I am huge and I am waddling and YES, I do want that last piece! so it's not as if I can put up any kind of sound argument. Truong put a damper on things though when on Thursday he made the comment that he thought I was going to go into labor this weekend.
Let me give you some background information of Truong's ESP on my pregnancies. For both Kael and Malia, he's correctly "predicted" (or perhaps "anticipated" is a better word) when they would come. With Kael, on Friday night he said "you know, honey, it's Friday, I finished my workload to take off the next couple of weeks, we've got the weekend coming up, my parents aren't working... it's a good time for you to go into labor." I pished him and said "No way, dude! I'm only 38 weeks." Ahh, the naivety of the first-time mom....
What happened? 1:30am that night, my water broke.
Malia: he said the same thing. He waited until Friday then said: "It's the weekend again. I think it's a good time to go into labor."
1:30am that night, I started having contractions and Malia came that morning.
So when he told me Thursday, August 28 that he felt I was going to have the baby this weekend, I freaked out. I didn't have the car seat, I didn't have the stroller, I hadn't washed Blub's clothes, we had a wedding picnic to be a part of, tons of people were coming... it just wasn't the right time!
Needless to say, the entire Labor Weekend I was on pins and needles. Luckily Nostradamus proved to be wrong since I'm still heavy with child (and extremely uncomfortable to boot). He's still predicting that Blub will come sooner rather than later (well, no duh -- I've got a week left!) and tonight kept checking up on me, making sure my bag was packed, asking me how was I feeling, any contractions?, etc. He's such a Nervous Nelly. His greatest fear is that he'll end up pulling over on the 55 on the way to the hospital to deliver Blub himself.
Now wouldn't that be a great blog post?
This weekend my in-laws (all of them) converged at my house for the celebration of Trieu's and Ingrid's nuptials. At least the Southern California part of it. It was very nice and we got to spend a lot of time with the Anderson's (Ingrid's family). It was a great family weekend, one that I wish we could do more often.
I suffered through the usual "damn, you're huge" and "wow, you're really waddling" and "do you want the eat the rest of this?" comments all weekend but that's OK. I am huge and I am waddling and YES, I do want that last piece! so it's not as if I can put up any kind of sound argument. Truong put a damper on things though when on Thursday he made the comment that he thought I was going to go into labor this weekend.
Let me give you some background information of Truong's ESP on my pregnancies. For both Kael and Malia, he's correctly "predicted" (or perhaps "anticipated" is a better word) when they would come. With Kael, on Friday night he said "you know, honey, it's Friday, I finished my workload to take off the next couple of weeks, we've got the weekend coming up, my parents aren't working... it's a good time for you to go into labor." I pished him and said "No way, dude! I'm only 38 weeks." Ahh, the naivety of the first-time mom....
What happened? 1:30am that night, my water broke.
Malia: he said the same thing. He waited until Friday then said: "It's the weekend again. I think it's a good time to go into labor."
1:30am that night, I started having contractions and Malia came that morning.
So when he told me Thursday, August 28 that he felt I was going to have the baby this weekend, I freaked out. I didn't have the car seat, I didn't have the stroller, I hadn't washed Blub's clothes, we had a wedding picnic to be a part of, tons of people were coming... it just wasn't the right time!
Needless to say, the entire Labor Weekend I was on pins and needles. Luckily Nostradamus proved to be wrong since I'm still heavy with child (and extremely uncomfortable to boot). He's still predicting that Blub will come sooner rather than later (well, no duh -- I've got a week left!) and tonight kept checking up on me, making sure my bag was packed, asking me how was I feeling, any contractions?, etc. He's such a Nervous Nelly. His greatest fear is that he'll end up pulling over on the 55 on the way to the hospital to deliver Blub himself.
Now wouldn't that be a great blog post?
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