New Year’s Resolutions 2009

New Year’s Resolutions 2009

Tonight is New Year’s Eve.   My husband, my sister, and her boyfriend are all down in Times Square braving the crowds, the cold, and the 40 mile an hour winds to see the ball drop. And probably to make out with strangers. I don’t know if I mentioned it before, but my husband built the New Year’s ball.   That’s right.   He built it.   Actually, he ordered other people around and they built it.   But still.   He’s a bad ass.   So, the crew has…

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Christmas Confessions

Christmas Confessions

Well, Chris and I made it through another hectic holiday season and as a bonus – we’re still speaking to eachother!   Yay for communication!   We had a really great visit back to Florida and were able to see all sides of our families for the first time in quite a while. If there’s one thing I hate, its slide shows of someone else’s vacation.   I don’t even know these people and I have to “oohhh” and “aahhh” over them in pictures.   But if there’s something I…

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Animal House

Animal House

Let me paint a picture for you of where I am and what I’m doing and what’s loose in my house.  I have locked myself in the basement with both my dogs.  There is a blizzard outside and so far we have about 6 inches of snow.  And there is a chipmunk upstairs.   That’s right.  A chipmunk.   I was walking upstairs to get laundry (miracles DO happen…), and what should be sitting in my upstairs landing but a little chipmunk.  I screamed, naturally, and he ran into the…

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Aren’t Wii a Little Old For This?

Aren’t Wii a Little Old For This?

Chris is a video game junkie.   He’s not the kind that ignores all other obligations in order to play them, but he’s almost that kind.   Usually, he plays after I go to bed at night.   And he loves it.   Loves it.   Its his time to shine.   Its just him and his nunchucks, baby. And he’s not loyal to one game or even one gaming system (see how down I am with the video game lingo?).   We have a Nintendo 1 and 2, a…

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Insert Head In Toilet

Insert Head In Toilet

Sunday night I was sitting in Carnegie Hall listening to a symphony concert with Chris and some friends.   I had my best preggie dress on, cute boots, my hair looked good.   It was a great night.   All of a sudden, I had to puke.   Yep.   It just hit me.   I was either going to throw up on my well-dressed husband, or I was going to need to find the nearest exit. And I have pretty much been in the same condition for 48 hours….

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When Baby Makes Three

When Baby Makes Three

Last night after a terrible day at work, Chris took me out for a dinner date – Ruby Tuesdays!   I know, I know.   But we’re crazy like that.   Nothing says hot romance like a salad bar. We had a really good time actually, mostly because it was the first conversation we’ve had in a while that didn’t involve babies.   And except for those few times I   almost threw up during the meal, it involved very little talk of pregnancy either.   It felt like a…

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Goodbye, Kenny Chesney. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Kenny Chesney.  Goodbye.

Dear Kenny Chesney, First, let me open the conversation by saying that I love you.  Our relationship over the years has been so important to me, and I wouldn’t give anything for the memories we’ve shared. We had some crazy times in college together.  Friday nights at Ken’s Bar on Tennessee Street at Florida State, playing darts, drinking beer, and singing about Mexico.  And I can’t even count all the Spring Breaks we spent together on some beach somewhere, frozen drinks in hand.  Remember dancing on the bar in Ybor…

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Thank Heavens For Little Boys

Thank Heavens For Little Boys

IT’S A BOY!   IT’S A BOY!   IT’S A BOY! I WAS RIGHT!   I WAS RIGHT!   I WAS RIGHT! HE’S HEALTHY!   HE’S HEALTHY!   HE’S HEALTHY! Though that pretty much sums it up, I should probably provide some details here.   My doctor and our genetic counselor called me yesterday to tell me that genetic testing confirmed we are having a little boy!   And the best news of all is that he is 100% healthy!!!!!   I did pass the Fragile X gene on to…

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An Email Exchange with Santa

An Email Exchange with Santa

This is a string of emails sent back and forth between Chris and me.   In this scenario, I am Santa. Dear Santa, In case you need some extra things to get me for Christmas, I have updated my Amazon wish list. Love, Chris *********************** Dear Chris, You haven’t been that good. Love, Santa *********************** Dear Santa, I beg to differ.   See pregnant wife for details. Love, Chris

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