The Road to Napa

Good morning! I’m spending the weekend up in Napa hanging out at my sister’s place. We made smoothies and watched a lot of Star Trek: TNG. #nerd

And in the bit we’re going to hit up the gym.

Yesterday before trekking up to Napa I started with a hearty weekend breakfast of eggs, bacon, and blueberries.

Squish, as always, was a fan.

After breakfast, I ran some errands and picked up an iced latte on the way home. I got some really cute stuff I need to share!

I got a craving for deviled eggs yesterday, but never got further than boiling some hard boiled eggs. I decided to finish up the process for lunch. I mixed the yolks with a spat of mayo and mustard, then scooped the yolk mix into a ziploc bag to squirt back into the egg whites. Then I dusted with paprika, because that’s what I think you do.

Yeah, so, I make ugly food. At least they tasted amazing. Then I suited up for the gym. I didn’t really work out all week in San Diego, so it felt awesome to throw weights around again.

Sweaty gym bump!

Time to experience the majesty of the gym in Napa. See you later!

Baby v2.0 Week 24 Update

Ooh, I remembered to do a baby update this week! Aren’t we all on top of things lately?

Week 24

Baby size: around 1 1/2 lbs and about 9 in long. She’s getting so big!


Swelling feet/ankles! Ahh! I noticed it when I was doing the air travel thing, but now it’s sometimes happening as I ride home from work, my feet are simply squished into my shoes. So not cool.

Back pain. Achy, annoying back pain.

LOTS of baby kicks/rolls/pirouettes/late night dance parties. My doctor told me that the placenta is attached to the back of the uterus, meaning the little miss is pillowed right in front, where I have more nerves and receptors for sensation, so I feel her a lot more frequently than I did when I was pregnant with Squish. She’s kicking out of my belly as I write this. I think she wants to say hi.

Pregnancy brain. It’s awful. I’m impressed I still have a job; I have to write down EVERYTHING.

My belly has firmly popped, and getting itchy. I’m slathering on the L’Occtaine Supple Skin Oil all the time. It’s what I used before with Squish, and I had zero stretch marks, so it works. Or maybe I’m lucky. One or the other.


Food Cravings/Aversions: They’ve suddenly started! Last week in SoCal, I had absolutely no appetite for red meat or chicken. I had some fish, but mostly all I wanted were veggies. Which was awesome, because my brother-in-law’s garden was bumping with fresh, home-grown zucchini and tomatoes. I think I may have cleaned them out.

Weight gain: I haven’t weighed myself in a while, but I’m estimating around 15-20 lbs given how big my belly’s gotten, and how much my stretch pants seem to stretch more now. I’m slowly getting by the whole “feeling self conscious about my size” thing; it’s hard because I don’t feel like I can do much about it. I need to gain weight, you know? But I don’t want to gain the WRONG kind of weight (the kind that comes from cookies and not baby). And I did go up a clothing size compared to where I’ve been before. Some of my old maternity clothes are a stretch to fit in, which was a bit of a blow. But, I keep reminding myself that this is temporary, and the last time in my life where I get to dedicate my life to making humans and all that miracle crap. So, it’s getting better, mentally.

Maternity Clothes: Hulk took me on a shopping spree last week for new clothes! Such a sweetie. I was struggling to get dressed for work in the morning with stuff that was professional-looking but still comfortable, so he helped me pick out some cute stuff at Macy’s. They were also having a killer buy one, get one 1/2 off sale, which made both of us happy!

Other Thoughts:

I keep going back and forth between, “Will she just get here already! I want to meet her!” and “Holy crap, two kids, what were we thinking? Take all the time you need, little girl!” I’m also wondering how Squish will handle the transition from only child to big brother. He’s a pretty sweet kid, quite gentle for a little boy and always wanting to “help,” so I’m hoping he takes to his new sister in stride. I expect he’ll kind of ignore her until she becomes interesting, and then the sibling rivalry shall commence. I’m thinking about placing bets with Hulk on how old the kids will be the first time we hear, “Mom, she’s touching me!” or “Dad, he’s LOOKING at me!” or something similar.

That’s the dump for now. Time to go eat something. Because that is what I do these days.