Team Green

I’ve recently learned that because we won’t be finding out the sex of our baby in advance of its birth, hubby and I are part of something the Internets have dubbed “Team Green.” I have received all kinds of reactions to this decision, ranging from people who insist that we HAVE to find out or else we won’t be able to buy anything (???), to those who forcefully state that we’re “doing the right thing” as if we’re fighting for some huge socio-economic cause. 


Mostly, I just want to be surprised. I want that movie moment where the doctor says happily, “It’s a ______!”

Growing up, I was constantly told by my mom that there is no such thing as “boys’ toys” and “girls’ toys.” I cannot express to you the rage she felt when the Toys R Us Christmas catalog came out and was split into neat and tidy gender-specific categories. More than once I witnessed her cross out these headings or even complain in person to management that their store layout was sexist. Needless to say, this has stuck with me into adulthood.

I don’t believe that boys have to play with trucks and girls have to play with dolls. I don’t believe that boys have to wear blue and girls have to wear pink. What happened to all of the other colors in the rainbow?

I’ve started our registry, which aside from being completely stressful because I have no idea what a baby needs, is also frustrating when it comes to picking out cute outfits. All of the major retailers break their clothes sections into Boys, Girls, and Neutral. At first, I was only browsing the Neutral sections and I was getting increasingly depressed seeing only yellow, green, and beige options. And, oh, the ducks. Apparently ducks are the only non-gender-specific animal out there, although I did find a few bears sprinkled on some towels and washcloths. Bears are safe for bath time, but not for everyday wear?

It’s not just clothes either. Even things like mittens, socks, and washcloths are split up into categories. Does a baby girl really need a frilly pink washcloth? And does a baby boy only get to wear blue and green mittens? 

I eventually ventured into the specific Boys and Girls sections to see what the options were there. O.M.G. Apparently little girls are only allowed to wear pink and purple, with lots of bows, sparkles, and cats. Boys have dibs on blue and green, elephants, dinosaurs, and trucks. Even if I knew what we were having, I wouldn’t want my baby to ONLY wear those kinds of clothes. Not that I’m planning on putting a baby boy in a dress or anything, but why can’t he wear something besides blue onesies with elephants? And why do the boys get the adorable “forest friends” socks? 

If anyone were to look at my registry, they would think I am having a boy. I added a bunch of cute animal socks (blue), blue and white striped onesies, and multi-colored non-pastel bibs (apparently these are not for girls as they were only in the “boys'” section). I’m also strongly considering painting the nursery a shade of bluish-gray because I like it. I’m sure if we have a daughter, she’ll be just fine in that room as opposed to one decked out in pink and lace.

Five on Friday

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1. Today is the first day of Spring and we are expecting around 6 inches of snow this afternoon. It is cold and gray and generally yucky outside. I long for the day when I no longer need a bulky winter coat, a scarf, and gloves just to walk to my car.

2. I remember reading once that one of the best candy options in vending machines is Peanut M&Ms, because the peanuts will keep you fuller longer. I am using this to rationalize the giant Cadbury with Roasted Almonds bar sitting in my desk drawer. I figure the same principle must apply to the premium candy section at Walgreen’s, no?

3. I finished reading The Catcher in the Rye the other day, and it didn’t have quite the same charm I remember it having when I first read it in high school. At first, I really liked Holden – he is angry and bitter and generally grumpy. But as the book goes on and he keeps complaining about all the phonies in the world, it gets a little tiresome. Especially when he himself is quite the phony, calling up people he doesn’t even like just to have someone to hang out with!

4. I started You Better Not Cry by Augusten Burroughs the other morning while I was waiting for my car to have an oil change, and I had to physically restrain myself from laughing out loud in the waiting area. I was eager to pick it up again at bedtime, expecting more hilarity, so I was in for quite a shock when it got really serious, really fast. I finished it last night, and overall I really enjoyed it, but the tone did feel a bit disjointed at times. I’m looking forward to reading his other books (I’ve already read Running with Scissors and really enjoyed that one.).

5. I received a lovely box of free samples from Amazon yesterday because I signed up for Amazon Mom and I started a registry as well. Included were some baby food samples, Burt’s Bees face wash for me, Baby Bees wash, a baby lotion, some wipes, a full size Playtex bottle, small bottles of shampoo and conditioner for me, and a breastfeeding guide. Not bad for free!

Halfway to Baby

Twenty weeks today – woohoo! I am officially halfway done, and have found myself equal parts excited to meet the munchkin as well as eager to just get him/her out of my body. The magical second trimester that everyone promised me was coming never happened. I am still exhausted, still have aversions for most food, and although the nausea has eased up significantly, the acid reflux is still in full effect. Do I feel better than I did in the beginning? Sure. Do I feel like myself (like everyone told me I would)? Absolutely not. But I’m getting used to it and it could be worse, right?

We had a bit of a scare last week. As you other pregnant women and moms out there know, pregnancy is disgusting. There is just a never ending rainbow of various substances exiting your body through just about every available orifice. As my friend so eloquently put it, “pregnancy prepares you for the indignity of childbirth and motherhood.” Last Wednesday, I noticed a suspicious substance leaking out of me, but I didn’t think much of it given the myriad of things leaking out of me over the past five months. I texted a couple of friends and they assured me that they had similar issues. Something still didn’t feel right so I consulted Dr. Google against my better judgement. I was tempted to go into panic mode immediately, but instead I emailed my doctor and patiently waited for a response. She called me minutes later and told me to come into the office immediately.

After a thoroughly uncomfortable exam, she told me I probably had an infection and that my cervix looked “short” so I would need to go for an ultrasound. When I asked her what this meant, all she said was that it can indicate an early delivery. Dr. Google confirmed this as well as a ton of terrifying scenarios, none of which seemed like they could possibly end well.

I was convinced going into the ultrasound that they were going to give me devastating news, but on the contrary, I was told everything was fine and exactly where it was supposed to be! Baby is growing well, fluid levels are good, heartbeat is strong. The doctor called yesterday and said that my lab results came back negative, so rather than an infection, I’m just pregnant.

In more fun news, we are starting to make a list of things that need to get done before the baby arrives. The top item on that list is buy a new car. Having never been through this process before, and hating having to make major/expensive life decisions, I am stressing out like crazy. I think we’ve decided on the Subraru Legacy, but we still need to take another look at it before making a final decision.

There are also a million and one things that need to get done around the house, but most of them can’t be done until hubby is on summer vacation. Things like painting and re-staining the floors upstairs and going to take multiple days, and he just doesn’t have that kind of time during the school year. Plus, spring is finally on its way, which is going to mean that yard work will be occupying most of our free weekend time now.

I know that everything will work out, but I’m a planner and it drives me crazy not to know exactly how this is all going to happen. If anything, it is teaching me to let go and relax a little more because I am not really in control right now. And now, it’s time for a nap.

What I’ve Been Reading

I’m ashamed to admit it, but it’s taken me nearly five months to finish the Legend series by Marie Lu. I brought the first book with me on a business trip to Europe back in October/November, and I finished it while I was over there. June and Day are a bit of a post-apocalyptic Romeo and Juliet – she is wealthy and well-educated, he is poor and more street smart than book smart. They end up on the same side and obviously fall in love – honestly, the whole thing was a little cliche and transparent. I liked the story enough to continue the series, however.

Prodigy was a struggle to get through. I think that maybe the author should have stopped at the first book and left well enough alone instead of trying to make a trilogy out of it. This installment took me the longest to complete – about 3 months. To be fair to me, though, pregnancy exhaustion is real, you guys. Case in point: our Christmas tree just came down on Friday night and it’s March. I haven’t had much energy at all, and the little I do have is usually spent on showering and keeping the house somewhat clean-ish. To say I have no time to read is an understatement. I want to, but I’ve been falling asleep on the couch before 9 pm most nights, so the chances of me reading in bed at night are slim to none.

Anyway. I finally finished Prodigy and as much as didn’t want to start Champion, I knew I had to see it through and I kind of just wanted to get it over with. There was way too much flowery description in this one. The author has a weird habit of describing people’s outfits in detail quite frequently. I understand the need to paint a picture, but I don’t need you to spell out for me exactly how many shiny gold medals so-and-so has on their lapel. This adds nothing to the story, in my opinion. Also, while the overall plot was interesting, I feel like scenes were dragged out and there was a lot of filler just to make this its own book. I think that Prodigy and Champion could have easily been smushed together into one, rather than splitting them up into two. And if I’m being perfectly honest, I mostly skimmed the last one hundred pages last night just to finish it and find out what happens. I don’t feel like I missed anything important by doing this.

Now that I’m done with that, I need a completely different genre. I’m burnt out on the Hunger Games-Divergent-Legend sort of reads. Naturally, then, I’ve turned to The Catcher in the Rye. I read it in high school and it was instantly everyone’s “favorite” book of all time, more so to make themselves look smart and hip than because they actually connected with it. I remember liking it well enough, but it didn’t stand out. I found a copy in decent condition at a library book sale a few weeks ago, and since it was “fill a bag for $8” I figured why not? I’m only a few chapters in right now, but already I like Holden. His “I hate everything and everyone annoys me” attitude reminds me a lot of myself, which is not necessarily anything to be proud of.