We took Roxanne out yesterday for her first walk. The weather was pretty mild, so it seemed like a perfect opportunity. After trying to decide if I wanted to take her in the sling or the stroller, I finally opted for the stroller, after thinking of all the hills around here. We have the typical Graco SnugRide car seat and the stroller we have is the "Callista," and the two actually came as a set. We love them! The stroller is so easy to push, and the seat is much easier to carry than others I've seen. However, the sidewalks in Lake Claire are really horrific. It's amazing how we never noticed in the past, since we just walk the dog, but pushing the stroller down McLendon was sort of like off-roading. Poor Roxanne's hat kept falling in her face, which made her very mad. Finally we took it off, and promptly ran into one of Justin's co-workers, who complimented us on the baby, and suggested politely that she might need a hat for the weather. It was a proud moment...
In any case, we had a really nice time, and I haven't felt so good since before I got pregnant. I've never been much for fitness, so when I found out I was pregnant, I promised myself I'd try harder to be in good shape, just so that our family can do lots of fun outdoorsy stuff. And so I don't maintain a "mommy pouch" on my belly for the next 40 years. For now, long walks are good. I've got to take baby steps. And excuse the pun.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
Our First Week Home
Even though Roxanne was born on Wednesday the 19th, today marks the end of our first week at home, as we were at the hospital for two days after she was born. I can't believe it's already been a week! We've had lots of visitors, and lots of time to bond with Roxanne. She really is just the best baby. I'm sure all parents think that, but I really mean it. Seriously.
It's very hard to think of myself as a parent. My husband and I are pretty young to be parents, since I'm 24 and he's 26, and sometimes I still feel like an awkward high-schooler. But it really amazes me at how naturally everything changes. While I do have trouble imagining myself driving around town in a minivan or issuing threats to a misbehaving toddler, I have been able to adjust to being a complete and total slave to this little baby. I sometimes get completely overtaken with how much I love her, and how much I want her to have everything she needs. It's really a unique experience. My husband and I sit around and talk about how we never saw it coming. You think you have some idea about what it will be like, but it's not even close. We're like honeymooners. Or at least over the moon.
It's very hard to think of myself as a parent. My husband and I are pretty young to be parents, since I'm 24 and he's 26, and sometimes I still feel like an awkward high-schooler. But it really amazes me at how naturally everything changes. While I do have trouble imagining myself driving around town in a minivan or issuing threats to a misbehaving toddler, I have been able to adjust to being a complete and total slave to this little baby. I sometimes get completely overtaken with how much I love her, and how much I want her to have everything she needs. It's really a unique experience. My husband and I sit around and talk about how we never saw it coming. You think you have some idea about what it will be like, but it's not even close. We're like honeymooners. Or at least over the moon.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Announcing Roxanne Elizabeth Lilly!
I hope everyone had happy holidays! We certainly did. Our daughter was born on December 19, 2007 at 11:16 pm. She weighed in at 9 pounds 5 ounces and 21.5 inches long. She's a very big baby! I'm exhausted already, but very very happy. She is such a wonderful baby, and not very fussy. She's calm, and absolutely adorable.
We had a scare during her birth, as Roxanne had the rare birth complication called shoulder dystocia, meaning that she got her shoulder stuck on her way out of her mama. Her left shoulder was not moving until yesterday, although she's been able to move her left hand and lower arm from birth. However, as of yesterday, she's been using her left arm almost as much as her right! Our pediatrician has referred us to a specialist at Eggleston to talk about physical therapy, etc., as shoulder dystotia often results in nerve damage that makes it necessary to have physical therapy and possibly surgery by the time the baby is a toddler. However, there is also the chance that they just work it out on their own, and start using the shoulder again.
We are thinking that Roxanne will fall into the second category. You should have seen how excited we were yesterday when she starting flailing her left arm in the bassinet! She still is not using her left arm/shoulder nearly as much as the right one, but she's still using it! Yesterday she was lifting her left arm about halfway into the air, and today she's gotten it to her ear!
Our first pediatrician visit was Monday, and that went well, but Roxanne's weight had dropped to 8 pounds 4 ounces. The doctor was a little concerned that we would need to put her on supplements, since she had lost 11% of her birth-weight. However, since my milk had just come in, the doctor let us come in yesterday morning to weigh her one more time before deciding. So overnight, I tried to feed every two hours, and Roxanne obliged nicely. So, Roxanne ended up weighing in at 8 pounds 14 ounces yesterday. That means she gained ten ounces in one day! We think she will be an overachiever.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Christmas Shopping!
Well, Christmas shopping at 37 weeks pregnant has been interesting. I have to say, I'm completely dependent upon the smaller, independent places this year. I can't deal with the mall. My husband and I have had fun, though, and found some truly unique gifts. There is a local gallery/boutique called Young Blood, over in East Atlanta, and we love hunting for gifts there. It's nice to support crafters, and a local business. I bought a pot there on Saturday for a work gift exchange, and it is actually something that one of my friends made. She has a small collection of pottery in the boutique, and it's gorgeous! I also found a very unique gift for my little sister, who is in that super-hard-to-buy-for tween age group. Shopping for a sixth grader is tough! But I think she'll love what I got her. Very hip.
They also have really cute baby things at Young Blood. My favorite being the rockabilly bibs. They have little anchors and things on them, and the designs are covered in a layer of clear vinyl to protect the design. They also have lovely little dresses and funky onesies. Fun stuff!
We went to Binders art store in Buckhead to find gifts for my nieces, and that was a blast. They have so many great little art kits for kids, and I think those are some of the best gifts you can give. It's nice to pick out something that a kid can "do" rather than just something that they can "have." Does that make sense? Then they can also have the fun of completing the project, and hopefully remember making it. Also, with all of the toy recalls, I figured it would just be easier to take that route. Not that I want shoppers to boycott toys. It always makes me nervous when these huge recallse happen that somehow the entire economy is going to crash if enough Polly Pockets aren't bought this December. I just don't want to buy them. ;)
They also have really cute baby things at Young Blood. My favorite being the rockabilly bibs. They have little anchors and things on them, and the designs are covered in a layer of clear vinyl to protect the design. They also have lovely little dresses and funky onesies. Fun stuff!
We went to Binders art store in Buckhead to find gifts for my nieces, and that was a blast. They have so many great little art kits for kids, and I think those are some of the best gifts you can give. It's nice to pick out something that a kid can "do" rather than just something that they can "have." Does that make sense? Then they can also have the fun of completing the project, and hopefully remember making it. Also, with all of the toy recalls, I figured it would just be easier to take that route. Not that I want shoppers to boycott toys. It always makes me nervous when these huge recallse happen that somehow the entire economy is going to crash if enough Polly Pockets aren't bought this December. I just don't want to buy them. ;)
Monday, December 3, 2007
Oh Mama, these mood swings!
Good grief I'm getting tired of being pregnant. I feel like one big giant sized ball of hormones. I am two days away from being 37 weeks pregnant, and starting to hope that maybe I'll be one of those women who have really healthy and happy babies at 37 weeks.
Yesterday, my husband and I trekked up the suburban speedway, also known as 400, to Buckhead. I have been determined to get some good socks for labor, and I decided that Old Navy would be a good place to look. While we could have gone to Atlantic Station for Old Navy, I'm basically not motivated to deal with all that business. Atlantic Station is OK for me most of the time, but that Old Navy is too much.
So anyways, we were at Old Navy, where I found heavenly chenille socks, and heavenly fleece pants. As we left, I asked my husband if we could stop into DSW so I could check for some shoes, maybe some I could wear to our fancy office Christmas party on Friday. In usual Justin manner, he stuck out his jaw with a deep sigh, and said "No shoes are going to fit you right now. What is the point?" and I immediately got the chin shake. You know, the one where you know you are about to cry in public, and since I am already attracting stares with my gigantic belly, I was doubly mortified. I hurried through the parking lot, past the Buckhead Mercedes and Saabs that were taking up the area in front of Toys 'R Us and tried to not think about my cankles.
I cried the whole way home, Justin driving in shocked silence. I tried to explain why I was upset, and that I wasn't mad at him, but my dang nose wouldn't stop running, and I never got any of it out. I even had to collapse dramatically on the bed at home and cry a little more. That's how it goes lately. Up and down.
Yesterday, my husband and I trekked up the suburban speedway, also known as 400, to Buckhead. I have been determined to get some good socks for labor, and I decided that Old Navy would be a good place to look. While we could have gone to Atlantic Station for Old Navy, I'm basically not motivated to deal with all that business. Atlantic Station is OK for me most of the time, but that Old Navy is too much.
So anyways, we were at Old Navy, where I found heavenly chenille socks, and heavenly fleece pants. As we left, I asked my husband if we could stop into DSW so I could check for some shoes, maybe some I could wear to our fancy office Christmas party on Friday. In usual Justin manner, he stuck out his jaw with a deep sigh, and said "No shoes are going to fit you right now. What is the point?" and I immediately got the chin shake. You know, the one where you know you are about to cry in public, and since I am already attracting stares with my gigantic belly, I was doubly mortified. I hurried through the parking lot, past the Buckhead Mercedes and Saabs that were taking up the area in front of Toys 'R Us and tried to not think about my cankles.
I cried the whole way home, Justin driving in shocked silence. I tried to explain why I was upset, and that I wasn't mad at him, but my dang nose wouldn't stop running, and I never got any of it out. I even had to collapse dramatically on the bed at home and cry a little more. That's how it goes lately. Up and down.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
My Almost Mother Heart is Hurting
I really do love Atlanta. But when I heard the news this morning about all of the gifts being stolen from City Hall East that were being stored by the Empty Stocking Fund for needy children, that old familiar thought of moving up to Canada hit me again. Sort of like when Bush got reelected.
Now I keep thinking about 48,000 little kids who may or may not get Christmas gifts this year, all due to some greedy and horrible people who found an open window to the warehouse and made off with gifts valued at roughly $50,000. It's really just awful. I also think about all of the well-wishers who sacrificed money and time to accumulate that many gifts, and about how little time it probably took for those thieves to get away with all of it.
Honestly, my husband and I end up driving up and down Ponce de Leon on a pretty regular basis, and I have turned into one of those people who discreetly locks the car doors every time we are on Ponce. It does fascinate me though, looking at all of the shady business going on in broad daylight, and the women that are CLEARLY not walking up and down Ponce for the exercise, and wondering why things work like that. My husband and I talk about how neat it would be to live in Midtown, and be right in the middle of everything, but the truth of the matter is, we don't want to deal with all of the yuckiness. Lake Claire is still an in town neighborhood, but we don't have to deal with being afraid to run from the car to the door, and we don't get asked for change every time we step outside. We're not going to run to the suburbs now that the baby is on the way, but I am glad we are in a safer neighborhood in town. And I can understand more why some people choose to raise kids in the suburbs. It would certainly be easier.
Now I keep thinking about 48,000 little kids who may or may not get Christmas gifts this year, all due to some greedy and horrible people who found an open window to the warehouse and made off with gifts valued at roughly $50,000. It's really just awful. I also think about all of the well-wishers who sacrificed money and time to accumulate that many gifts, and about how little time it probably took for those thieves to get away with all of it.
Honestly, my husband and I end up driving up and down Ponce de Leon on a pretty regular basis, and I have turned into one of those people who discreetly locks the car doors every time we are on Ponce. It does fascinate me though, looking at all of the shady business going on in broad daylight, and the women that are CLEARLY not walking up and down Ponce for the exercise, and wondering why things work like that. My husband and I talk about how neat it would be to live in Midtown, and be right in the middle of everything, but the truth of the matter is, we don't want to deal with all of the yuckiness. Lake Claire is still an in town neighborhood, but we don't have to deal with being afraid to run from the car to the door, and we don't get asked for change every time we step outside. We're not going to run to the suburbs now that the baby is on the way, but I am glad we are in a safer neighborhood in town. And I can understand more why some people choose to raise kids in the suburbs. It would certainly be easier.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Baby Music
My husband and I share a lot of love for music. We like all kinds of music, but lately, we've been trying to figure out what the best baby music is. Of course, there's always the classical music, and we got a Baby Einstein CD at a shower, and of course have lots of Debussy in our iTunes, but we are also looking in our own favorites to find what kinds of things we'll play for the baby.
Usually, it works like this: We're in the car, driving to somewhere, and one of us puts in a new CD.
"This would be good baby music, don't you think?"
"Um, I guess so. Well, actually, I think it definitely would. I think I'd like it if I was a baby."
We actually make a lot of hypothetical important parenting decisions this way. It's pretty effective so far, and we have amassed a fair sized mental list of music that the baby will be forced to listen to before it is old enough to tell us it hates it. Most of the music is either upbeat and poppy, like Of Montreal, and we feel will be fun to dance with baby to it, or is relaxing and pretty, like Bonnie Prince Billy (sort of folksy alt-country), which we will play when it's time to quiet down and get ready for bed. In any case, we'll have to see what actually works. We had hoped that Animal Collective would be a family favorite, but when we went to see their show at Variety Playhouse a few months back, the baby exhibited some distress calls. Mainly kicking me in the ribs repeatedly when the music got too loud. But don't worry, I did my research, and as long as you don't go to rock shows every day, you should be fine... Let's just hope I didn't scar the baby before it's born from liking music.
Usually, it works like this: We're in the car, driving to somewhere, and one of us puts in a new CD.
"This would be good baby music, don't you think?"
"Um, I guess so. Well, actually, I think it definitely would. I think I'd like it if I was a baby."
We actually make a lot of hypothetical important parenting decisions this way. It's pretty effective so far, and we have amassed a fair sized mental list of music that the baby will be forced to listen to before it is old enough to tell us it hates it. Most of the music is either upbeat and poppy, like Of Montreal, and we feel will be fun to dance with baby to it, or is relaxing and pretty, like Bonnie Prince Billy (sort of folksy alt-country), which we will play when it's time to quiet down and get ready for bed. In any case, we'll have to see what actually works. We had hoped that Animal Collective would be a family favorite, but when we went to see their show at Variety Playhouse a few months back, the baby exhibited some distress calls. Mainly kicking me in the ribs repeatedly when the music got too loud. But don't worry, I did my research, and as long as you don't go to rock shows every day, you should be fine... Let's just hope I didn't scar the baby before it's born from liking music.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Indie Craft Experience
On Saturday, my husband and I went to the Indie Craft Experience in the Capitol View neighborhood in Atlanta. It took place in a really neat building called The B Complex, which is a gigantic warehousey type space used for all sorts of artsy purposes. It really is a beautiful space. Lots of neat details, and just an overwhelmingly large space.
There were around 70 vendors, and they all had their own unique and crafty offerings, and almost all of the vendors also have stores on www.etsy.com, which is one of my favorite online marketplaces. There were lots of vendors who targeted kids, and had really great kids stuff like toys (mostly stuffed animals) and funky baby clothes. There was one stand with really cute baby and toddler shoes. I can't vouch for quality, as I don't own any of them, but from looking and holding them, they felt very sturdy and well-made. The website for the brand is www.livieandluca.com and I encourage anyone to check it out! They really were cute shoes, and each pair is hand made. And the prices are really pretty reasonable. Once I know our baby is into a shoe size that won't change in two weeks or so, I might get a pair. They had some with little owls on them that really spoke to me...
There were a lot of kids at the festival, which I think is really neat. I was worried that I'd feel like the odd square out, being pregnant and married around a bunch of young hipsters. I'd say it was about a fifty/fifty split. Lots of families. We even made our own t-shirts, as they had a corner dedicated to stencils and fabric paint. For five dollars, you got a t-shirt and use of the stencils and paints. I did a shirt with the Indie Craft Experience logo on it, which is adorable. The proceeds went to Hagar House, one of the fantastic local charities in Atlanta. And it was definitely a huge draw for kids. There were lots lined up stamping out funky designs like electric guitars and snow flakes.
In other news, my husband and I pretty much have our nursery wrapped up. I'll be 35 weeks pregnant on Wednesday, and already people keep telling me that it looks like my belly has dropped some. I'm feeling much better than I have in quite a while, even though I still have gigantic swollen feet. I'm stomping around in fake Ugg boots from Target, hoping that my employers don't notice that they aren't really business casual. Boots aren't on the dress code for our office, although, somewhat strangely, "Western Style Boots" are alright. If I could jam these hams into cowboy boots, I'd definitely wear them with pride at work. I still have my super hip thrift store Dingos that I bought in college two years ago. It will be a while before I can get into them again...much less the vintage dresses I wore them with.
In any case, it's always refreshing for my husband and I to do something that we would have done pre-pregnancy and realize that it's still OK for us to be there. I don't think we'll be popping into The Local for a beer any time soon, but our favorite art galleries are still OK. At least for now.
There were around 70 vendors, and they all had their own unique and crafty offerings, and almost all of the vendors also have stores on www.etsy.com, which is one of my favorite online marketplaces. There were lots of vendors who targeted kids, and had really great kids stuff like toys (mostly stuffed animals) and funky baby clothes. There was one stand with really cute baby and toddler shoes. I can't vouch for quality, as I don't own any of them, but from looking and holding them, they felt very sturdy and well-made. The website for the brand is www.livieandluca.com and I encourage anyone to check it out! They really were cute shoes, and each pair is hand made. And the prices are really pretty reasonable. Once I know our baby is into a shoe size that won't change in two weeks or so, I might get a pair. They had some with little owls on them that really spoke to me...
There were a lot of kids at the festival, which I think is really neat. I was worried that I'd feel like the odd square out, being pregnant and married around a bunch of young hipsters. I'd say it was about a fifty/fifty split. Lots of families. We even made our own t-shirts, as they had a corner dedicated to stencils and fabric paint. For five dollars, you got a t-shirt and use of the stencils and paints. I did a shirt with the Indie Craft Experience logo on it, which is adorable. The proceeds went to Hagar House, one of the fantastic local charities in Atlanta. And it was definitely a huge draw for kids. There were lots lined up stamping out funky designs like electric guitars and snow flakes.
In other news, my husband and I pretty much have our nursery wrapped up. I'll be 35 weeks pregnant on Wednesday, and already people keep telling me that it looks like my belly has dropped some. I'm feeling much better than I have in quite a while, even though I still have gigantic swollen feet. I'm stomping around in fake Ugg boots from Target, hoping that my employers don't notice that they aren't really business casual. Boots aren't on the dress code for our office, although, somewhat strangely, "Western Style Boots" are alright. If I could jam these hams into cowboy boots, I'd definitely wear them with pride at work. I still have my super hip thrift store Dingos that I bought in college two years ago. It will be a while before I can get into them again...much less the vintage dresses I wore them with.
In any case, it's always refreshing for my husband and I to do something that we would have done pre-pregnancy and realize that it's still OK for us to be there. I don't think we'll be popping into The Local for a beer any time soon, but our favorite art galleries are still OK. At least for now.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
I can't believe it...
I went to the doctor for my 34 week visit and had to start talking about labor! It made me very uncomfortable, as I am excited about the baby coming, but still thinking that I have at least 6 more weeks and that 6 more weeks is basically like 6 months which is basically like a year, which is basically like forever.
Now I realize that it could be as little as 3 weeks. I have begun the vital task of memorizing the "How do I tell if I'm in labor?" brochure my doctor gave me yesterday, as one of my biggest fears is calling the doctor too soon or too late. I had a woman in my pre-natal yoga class who got sent away from her doctor 3 or 4 times before they finally let her go to the hospital. She was a little bit high strung. However, I'm not going to throw stones, since between my husband and myself, we could very well get turned away 6 or 7 times. My doctor told me in a very severe elementary school teacher voice that she doesn't want to hear from me until contractions are 5 minutes apart and painful. Then she said, "remember those 3 things." I didn't ask what the third thing was, as I didn't want to admit that I was sort of tuning her out thinking, "I've got so much time, I'll never remember what she's saying now once the baby is actually coming." Oops. So now is penance, with my trying to memorize the brochure.
This weekend we aim to do a little bit more with the nursery, which is really coming along nicely. We talked about going ahead and opening some of the big boxes, like the one for our Graco travel set, with the stroller and carseat. I keep getting paranoid that there is no base in there for the carseat, but then forgetting to look. Then we need to open up the Diaper thingy. I never remember which one is which, but we have the one that doesn't require special refills, and can just use regular grocery bags. My husband is particularly concerned about our dog not being able to get into it, as she astounded us both the other night by somehow breaking into our lidded garbage can that stands a good four inches above her petite beagle frame, and feasting on roughly 11 or 12 chicken wing bones. She seems alright health wise, but the clean up was sticky and icky, and we can only imagine what might happen with baby mess...
Now I realize that it could be as little as 3 weeks. I have begun the vital task of memorizing the "How do I tell if I'm in labor?" brochure my doctor gave me yesterday, as one of my biggest fears is calling the doctor too soon or too late. I had a woman in my pre-natal yoga class who got sent away from her doctor 3 or 4 times before they finally let her go to the hospital. She was a little bit high strung. However, I'm not going to throw stones, since between my husband and myself, we could very well get turned away 6 or 7 times. My doctor told me in a very severe elementary school teacher voice that she doesn't want to hear from me until contractions are 5 minutes apart and painful. Then she said, "remember those 3 things." I didn't ask what the third thing was, as I didn't want to admit that I was sort of tuning her out thinking, "I've got so much time, I'll never remember what she's saying now once the baby is actually coming." Oops. So now is penance, with my trying to memorize the brochure.
This weekend we aim to do a little bit more with the nursery, which is really coming along nicely. We talked about going ahead and opening some of the big boxes, like the one for our Graco travel set, with the stroller and carseat. I keep getting paranoid that there is no base in there for the carseat, but then forgetting to look. Then we need to open up the Diaper thingy. I never remember which one is which, but we have the one that doesn't require special refills, and can just use regular grocery bags. My husband is particularly concerned about our dog not being able to get into it, as she astounded us both the other night by somehow breaking into our lidded garbage can that stands a good four inches above her petite beagle frame, and feasting on roughly 11 or 12 chicken wing bones. She seems alright health wise, but the clean up was sticky and icky, and we can only imagine what might happen with baby mess...
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Pushing it...
I hate to think that I'm turning into one of those drama queen pregnant ladies, who is constantly getting out of things due to swollen feet and general exhaustion, but it's already starting. Today my husband and I trekked Outside the Perimeter for some family fun. And it was fun. We went up to Winder for the Chatagua Festival, where my nieces (both under the age of 4) were performing with their dance class. It was glorious. Watching them do their dance to the "Dancing Machine" song was hysterical. The youngest, Chloe, followed along nicely, only she reversed every step, lifting her left arm when the teacher was lifting her right, and turning the wrong way on each twirl. It didn't matter though. Most of the girls were just standing, eyes glazed, shuffling the odd tap shoe every once in a while, and looking for Mommy and Daddy in the crowd. Ella, the older of the two, was following about half of the steps, and looking utterly graceful and beautiful with all of them. As I watched, my hand automatically moved to my belly, and I pondered whether we'd have ballet classes in our future, or if it would be something with a little less pink and satin, like "creative movement" or yoga.
In the early months of being pregnant and not knowing the sex of our baby, I assumed that after a while, it would get easier, and I'd be less anxious. This is not the case. I still keep close track of the heart rate every time we got to the doctor, and mentally note if it's in the "boy range" or "girl range." For those who don't know, they say that heart rates under 140 are boy, and over 140 are girl. So far, it's been about 75% girl heart rates, and the odd few boy heart rates. Let's hope the final results are more conclusive...
Anyways, back to my whining. We spent the next hour or so wandering around the festival, watching the Native American performances, which were absolutely fantastic, and the girls got to have a pony ride. After lunch, we went to my sister's house, where I promptly fell asleep on the couch. Not too long after, my sister woke me so that we could make it to Mall of Georgia while our husbands watched football and the girls slept. We had coupons to a three day sale at Gymboree...need I say more? Hours later, we came home, and the husbands immediately fled to the nearest sports bar to watch the rest of the Georgia/Auburn game. I laid down and didn't move, my feet swollen to grotesque proportions. I thought about the tiny little ladies at Old Navy I had seen, shopping and looking fashionable and fresh. I thought about how they probably had something wrong with them, like compulsive exercising habits, or stinky feet. This made me feel better as I struggled to reach my itching left toe, which has suddenly become about 8 miles from my arm's reach.
In short, I'm exhausted. I don't know if I can do these long weekend days anymore. Tomorrow I might be doing lots of laying around. Although we are still trying to finish the nursery...
In the early months of being pregnant and not knowing the sex of our baby, I assumed that after a while, it would get easier, and I'd be less anxious. This is not the case. I still keep close track of the heart rate every time we got to the doctor, and mentally note if it's in the "boy range" or "girl range." For those who don't know, they say that heart rates under 140 are boy, and over 140 are girl. So far, it's been about 75% girl heart rates, and the odd few boy heart rates. Let's hope the final results are more conclusive...
Anyways, back to my whining. We spent the next hour or so wandering around the festival, watching the Native American performances, which were absolutely fantastic, and the girls got to have a pony ride. After lunch, we went to my sister's house, where I promptly fell asleep on the couch. Not too long after, my sister woke me so that we could make it to Mall of Georgia while our husbands watched football and the girls slept. We had coupons to a three day sale at Gymboree...need I say more? Hours later, we came home, and the husbands immediately fled to the nearest sports bar to watch the rest of the Georgia/Auburn game. I laid down and didn't move, my feet swollen to grotesque proportions. I thought about the tiny little ladies at Old Navy I had seen, shopping and looking fashionable and fresh. I thought about how they probably had something wrong with them, like compulsive exercising habits, or stinky feet. This made me feel better as I struggled to reach my itching left toe, which has suddenly become about 8 miles from my arm's reach.
In short, I'm exhausted. I don't know if I can do these long weekend days anymore. Tomorrow I might be doing lots of laying around. Although we are still trying to finish the nursery...
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