Monday, March 07, 2011

Product Rave!

So, not only have I been getting awkwardly fat without looking pregnant, but OMG you guys, my face has been a mess. At first, I thought I had acne because my whole face, from my forehead to my chin was covered with white-headed bumps. As if this were not dreamy enough, my mouth, nose, and chin were scarlet red-- so red that my NARS Orgasm blush was suddenly too pale, and my cheeks were shades lighter than the surrounding skin. It was ugly.

I got some Cetaphil cleanser and started caking on foundation, which I have never in my life worn before. But then my face looked really dull and beige (and you could still see all the bumps through the makeup, which was as lovely as you can imagine), so I stared mixing in some Stila illuminating tinted moisturizer for a bit of shimmer.

I have always dealt with some redness on my face, mainly the triangle area above my mouth and beside my nose and my chin. Since college, I have used concealer in my smile creases, under my nostrils, and on my chin, so this wasn't a brand new problem, but it was much, much worse than it has ever been, which I blamed on pregnancy hormones and a sudden rebellion against my usual skincare routine by hormone-addled skin.

In desperation, I stopped by the Walgreens next to my office last week after work because I left too late to hit the Clinique counter and Sephora like I'd been planning. I found this:

OH MY GOD! The Eucerin redness relief line has saved my face. I use the cleanser twice a day, the perfecting lotion with SPF (that's green to neutralize the red-- genius!) during the day, and the night cream at, um, night. It is AMAZING.

I've been using it for a week, and I have yet to use a drop of concealer, foundation, or tinted moisturizer for the first time in over 10 years! I wear eye makeup, mascara, and blush. That's it. My skin looks better than it has since high school (before I was old and wrinkly), and the whole line is only $45.

Just wanted to share because my skin was heinous, and now it's fabulous (even my pores are smaller!), and if you have any unwanted redness, this stuff works MIRACLES. I have not looked it up on the Skin Deep Database, so I have no idea if it is so toxic my skin will fall off, but if it is, I don't care.

But. My clothes are still really tight.

Friday, March 04, 2011

I take it back! HMO inefficiency is NOT cool at all.

Ugh. My doctor wrote the order for my big 20 week ultrasound (you know, the one where in addition to taking all sorts of measurements of the baby's vital organs and body parts, the ultrasound tech will reveal the baby's sex?) and faxed it to the ultrasound clinic. This is, in and of itself, a bit of HMO inefficiency. I see an OB at a different HMO than my regular one because my HMO does not have its own OB division. Ultrasounds, however, have to be done back at my own HMO in a very specific location. Major pain right there. But that's not usually the problem. When my doctor wrote the order, he said I needed to go in the week of April 18th. I was like oh no! My kids are on spring break at school that week, but my husband and I are not (we have our very own kid-free spring break the week after next-- woo-hoo!), and I won't have a kid-free second that week (kids under 5 cannot go in the ultrasound rooms). I asked if I could go earlier-- like April 14th or 15th. He pulled up his iPad pregnancy wheel app and said sure-- I'd be 19 weeks and 6 days on April 14th, so that would be fine.

I was super excited to get a peek a few days sooner than originally intended, so I called my clinic right away, happy that they had received the order fax by the time I made it to my car after my OB appointment. Nothing terribly inefficient yet, right? Well, the woman who answered the phone when I called (And that's her job, right? To answer the phone. She could be answering the phone at a library or a business office or a hair salon or a Jiffy Lube-- she's not a doctor, a nurse, or a medical professional, right?) told me that according to HER pregnancy wheel, I could not have the ultrasound until the 18th. We went back and forth for a few minutes with me getting increasingly agitated and her refusing to let me talk to a radiologist or a nurse. Finally, I was late to pick up the kids, so I was all, "Fine. I'll make an appointment for the 26th." The 26th?!? 13 days later than my doctor said I could go. Blech.

I know; I know. 13 days is not a bog deal. And I could go sooner were it not for spring break. But darn it! I think my doctor's pregnancy wheel and judgment about when would be a good time to have an ultrasound should trump the nonmedical decision of the front desk woman at the clinic lab. Pffffft. Protocol.

Monday, February 28, 2011

13 weeks pregnant and almost ready to dip into the maternity clothes

OMG. My freaking clothes are starting to rebel, and I have only gained 3 pounds. (Well, as of Friday. I am not going to weigh myself at the gym in a little while because Ben and I had the mist delicious Indian takeout last night, and it was soooo salty. I think I have guzzled 2 gallons of water today).

Today, struggling into my favorite (former favorite, the bastards) skinny jeans, I RIPPED a HUGE HOLE in them while squeezing my hips together so I could zip the fly. Last week, I realized that my favorite skinny cords have a broken zipper (although I do not think that was my fat's fault. I am blaming an aggressive washing machine (shut up). I have a pair of "ankle" length skinnies that are suddenly too tight in the freaking CALVES, and my favorite boyfriend jeans give me big time muffin top. That means I am down to some black skinny jeans, some cream skinny jeans, a really old pair of Gap skinny jeans that have faded to a decidedly mom color, some missing Old Navy skinny jeans that I bet would fit awesome IF I COULD FIND THEM, some high-waisted H&M acid washed jeans that look dumb, trouser jeans that I can only wear with heels, and some super low-rise Gap jeans from back in the day when that was cool that accommodate my beer belly (or "wine bottle belly" as Harry bafflingly calls it). Oh! And a lone pair of plain old jeans from Old Navy that I love for their vanity sizing and the fact that they still fit me and are not skinnies. None of these options is terribly okay for work, but since all of my high waisted skirts and pencil skirts are out, casual is in, I guess.

I so do not want to buy bigger clothes because everyone tells me I will never bounce back from #3 (thanks a lot EVERYONE), and if I have a closet full of fat pants, this will probably be true. I am praying the snow magically melts, and I can wear dresses and ballet flats for the next 5 weeks when I will be pregnant enough for maternity clothes.

SPeaking of! Holy crap! Ben and I were done having kids, so I GOT RID OF THEM ALL. Except for like 3 winer shirts, a maternity suit (blech), a formal dress (sooooo practical) and a couple pairs of sad, saggy jeans. WHAT WAS I THINKING?

As you can see, I have no belly yet, so the whole clothes-don't-fit thing is likely the result of EATING LIKE A CRAZED GIANT.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Notes from the house hunt

We saw 6 houses in 2 hours today and except for the place with some dog crap in the living room (!), we were pleasantly surprised by everything-- most of it looked better in person than it does on the internet. The dog crap place and this other house that was on an awesome street in a great neighborhood (walking distance to an elementary school, a junior high, and a high school AND a fantastic neighborhood pool) but needed some major cosmetic updates and had some pretty significant structural damage were at the bottom of our list because they both needed some pretty major work.

Also near the bottom was a small-ish tri-level with 3 bedrooms and 2 small bathrooms. Even though it was also on a terrific street in a terrific neighborhood and even though Ben liked it a lot (he went to an open house and then brought us all back today for a second look) and even though it was not the smallest house we saw, I just didn't like it. I think I was just hungry and crabby because it was house #6. And for some reason, even though I watch tons of house shows and know the rules of engagement when it comes to house hunting, I could NOT look past the owners' stuff to imagine ourselves living there. Harry really wanted me to look at the hamster in one of the kid rooms. I didn't want to, and he was all, "But Mama, you'll LOVE it!" That's when I realized I was being an asshole, and we all cheered up and went to McDonalds where neither kid ate a dam thing, but Harry was stoked about the Barbie fairy toys. God that place is nasty. But I do love a filet o'fish.

Anywho, number three on our list was the cutest little house in the world. Close to campus, near a huge park, big back yard. And really small. Only 3 bedrooms. A finished basement, though, that would hold a lot of toys. Really pretty wood floors and woodwork throughout, lots of cute built-ins in the living room, dining room, and attic master bedroom. It looked like a dollhouse inside and out. BUT, the people moving out were clearly cramped for space (the closets were BURSTING), and they only had one kid. How long could we be comfortable there with 3? (But we could add on-- the back yard was HUGE and the neighborhood is very desirable).

My number one/Ben's number 2 house was a 5 bedroom, 3.5 bath colonial (I LOVE the curb appeal of a colonial) walking distance from another terrific pool. It was great-- sunny, lots of space, a full unfinished basement (well, unfinished except for a really awkward full bathroom in the middle of nowhere). One of the bedrooms was on the main floor, and it had a teeny closet, making it a perfect office/guest room and meaning all the kids could have their own rooms upstairs. It also had a full master bath which is something I want because I am pretty sure this baby is a boy, and I so do not want to share my bathroom with 3 teenage boys. Yuck. BUT, without a basement playroom, we'd probably end up using either the formal living room or the formal dining room as a playroom, which is awkward because both rooms are the first ones you see upon entering the house. Although the street itself was a quiet culdesac, it was right off a busy street, and the kids would have to walk/ride bikes on the busy street to access any more than the 5-ish houses in the immediate vicinity. The biggest drawback was that the house is 19 years old, and so are all the appliances, mechanicals, and the roof. It needs some paint and carpet (but what DOESN'T?), maybe some new light fixtures, but really, we cold move in tomorrow.

My number 2/ Ben's number one is a 5 bedroom, 2 bathroom ranch on a big lot. It's pink on the outside, which is funny to both of us and has been extensively renovated (roof, furnace, AC, etc). The kitchen hasn't been touched for at least 20 years, but in its defense, when it was redone, everything was super trendy and top-of-the-line. Now? Lost of wood paneled appliances (think: a fridge like the Golden Girls). But that didn't bother us at all. Everything appears to be functioning fine, and it would be fun to remodel a kitchen exactly like we wanted in a few years. The cool thing about this house was all of the incredible built in storage-- huge closets, tons of shelves. We both knew we loved the house when we commented how much we liked the wood paneled basement (Because we did. For some reason, the knotty pine was charming in this place). 2 big things sucked about this house for me: 1. 2 of the 5 bedrooms are on the lower level (which I called a basement, but it is not technically-- it walks out to the back yard and has full-size windows, so they're not basement-y bedrooms at all), and our kids are not big enough to have bedrooms in another part of the house, so H&J would have to share. This is not a huge deal because they share now, but it would be better if they could have their own rooms. 2. NO master bath. There's a full bath on the main level and another full bath on the lower level. No half bath, which is also kind of awkward. We'd either have to send guests downstairs or into the hall bathroom, which could never be a pigsty (not that it would be, but still. My bathroom upstairs now is not always company-ready because I have 2 gross boys. And with 3? You get the idea). I really wanted a master bath in our next house, but I know we probably won't get everything on our wishlist, and this house had a lot going for it.

Luckily, our life is not an episode of House Hunters, so we don't have to pick something that we saw today (probably the ranch with the Golden Girls kitchen-- the more I write about it, the more I know I really, really liked it).

I remember when we saw our current townhouse on a random Sunday spent trolling open houses, we just sort of loved it and felt at home. How did you know your house was "the one"?

Friday, February 25, 2011

Sometimes HMO inefficiency is cool

I had another ultrasound yesterday, which seems odd but really wasn't. My HMO orders a dating ultrasound for every pregnancy, but the u/s clinic has been really backed up due to snow days (which makes this city sound like SUCH a small town), so I couldn't get in until yesterday.

In the meantime, my NT scan (which takes place not at my dr's clinic but at the hospital where I delivered Harry and Jack) was scheduled for Tuesday, 2 days before my dating ultrasound.

In the end, I am glad I kept both appointments because they were concerned with very different things. The NT scan just wanted to measure the baby's nuchal fold (1mm). That was it. The perinatologist mentioned that the baby was measuring bigger than my estimated date of 11 weeks 2 days, but she didn't really care, telling me to go with my September 11th due date.

The dating ultrasound, though, took all kinds of measurements of the baby and its parts (like its teeny little head!) and checked out my ovaries and the placenta and everything-- much more thorough. According to yesterday's tech and radiologist, I am actually 12 weeks and 6 days today! Giving me a new estimated due date of September 3! Woo-hoo! Also, I was amazed at how high up she was pressing on my stomach, which means this fat? Is a little bit baby and a little bit Candy Cane Joe-Joe's (thank you Sarah for sending me the last box in the world-- I ate most of them myself and with only a little guilt), not ALL Joe-Joe's like I initially thought.

I have already gained 3 pounds, but all my clothes still fit. Poorly. Except for a couple of pairs of jeans that are stupid anyway. (Not really stupid, but I am annoyed with them). I have a whole cart full of maternity clothes ready to buy at Old Navy and Gap and Japanese Weekend, but I am waiting to see if our personal economy is decimated along with the state's before I hit the order button.

Oh! The best part! I got another creepy grainy ultrasound picture and LOOK! You can see the baby's tiny baby foot! SO cute!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

What's tiny and fuzzy and looks like Ben?

BABY NUMBER 3!!!


We had our first trimester screen today, and the doctor said even though I am measuring a full week ahead of my last menstrual period due date, they're going to stick with that date anyway. September 11. Yes, seriously.

I am twelve weeks today and have acne and am fat. Pregnancy is dreamy.

We could not be more excited, and it has been hard to keep the lid on it for the past 8.5 weeks (yeah-- I peed on a stick really early. Abut 60 sticks actually. It's a problem). We found out the day before Ben bought a car that only seats 4. Oops. (Minivan here I come).

Monday, February 21, 2011

Mega weekend

Our mega-weekend started on Friday, which felt very lazy and weekend-y and saw the kids and me tramping around the freezing cold zoo because we are so sick of sitting inside our house but are also scared to hit the germy mall playground during cold and flu season.


Do you know what there aren't many of at the freezing cold zoo? Animals. We saw seals, the ass-end of a napping polar bear and some penguins. Then we headed into the reptile house which smells like crap but offers a few cool things to touch.

Saturday, we hung out with Max, Lucy, and Jacob, and all the kids had a blast. Harry was so hyper we thought he might spontaneously combust.




Then my brother Jon flew in from New Jersey for the weekend, and Harry and Jack were beyond excited to see him


Clearly my dad had a blast

Not sure what was going on here

There was a wicked ice storm, which ended up being fun because my parents hung around for awhile, and we all ate pizza and donuts and did nothing together.

Today, I went with Harry and his class to see a production of Ferdinand the Bull, which was adorable (the play and the field trip experience).

This week promises to be exciting, too, so stay tuned.