Roadster and kitties

Last Wednesday night Chris drove home in this:

We took the opportunity to go for a little drive down to Saratoga and get cheese fondue for dinner. As Chris put it, the thing has truly unnatural acceleration. It really pushes you back in the seat. It's fun to ride in, and Chris says it's even more fun to drive. As you can see here:

The weather has been really nice recently so we put up a makeshift fence in the backyard and let the kitties run around. When Isaac hears a scary noise he bolts back in the house then eventually will come back out and, in his great bravery, sit with his little toes just outside the door frame.
Marie doesn't care about piddly little fences and if not restrained will jump right over them. So she goes outside on a leash. Here she is checking out the tomato plant I bought last weekend:

Finally, a photo that makes me giggle every time:

Work meltdown

So, last Thursday at work I had this total meltdown. I woke up in the morning feeling like crap, called my boss and told him I'd be in late and went back to bed. When I woke up a couple of hours later I felt much better and biked into work. Then after about 3 hours I started feeling wretched again, only now I was at work with my bicycle and feeling dizzy. I went looking for someone to give me a ride and found Amy and as I asked her if she could give me a ride home I just melted down completely. Sobbing uncontrollably. I'm sure she thought something terrible had happened when really all that was going on was that I was exhausted and hormonal. She didn't have her car but said she'd find someone to give me a ride. I just sat at my desk and tried not to sob too obviously. (This is so unlike me, by the way. I just don't cry typically.) Eventually Kate came by and said she could give me a ride. She was very sympathetic and told me stories on the way home to try to cheer me up. When I got home I crawled into bed and slept for another 3 hours (bringing the daily total to something like 15). That day was bad.

Friday the doctor called and said I was anemic and my thyroid levels are high - the symptoms of both of these things is extreme tiredness. Go figure. I started on extra iron right away and I am to see an endocrinologist just as soon as I can. Hopefully we'll get this all straightened out soon because being so tired is just no fun.

This weekend has been pretty good - I've slept a lot which helps but unfortunately have been kind of dizzy. I stayed in most of the day for fear that I would pass out in Linens n Things and Chris would have to come fetch me. That's ok though - I have some good books to read and knitting to do and movies to watch.

Having less energy has made me newly content with certain things that used to make me crazy. For example, Chris loves to go to restaurants and get waited on. I hate the part where you sit down and wait for the waiter to bring the menu, then wait to have your order taken, then wait for the food to arrive, etc etc. Now that doesn't seem that bad. What would I be doing at home? Sitting around doing nothing much. So why not do it in a restaurant and make Chris happy at the same time?

Mid April Update

Sorry I haven't been writing much... I haven't been feeling that well recently so blogging hasn't exactly been top on my priority list. Here's some updates on things.

Garden: My lettuces are slightly bigger, except that meant that some critter took notice and ate the bigger leaves. I'd show you a photo but there wouldn't be much to see. I'm going to try to figure out how to build some screen contraption this weekend to keep the critters out. There's still nothing growing in the planter box - I think I must have done something wrong with sowing the seeds because I've been watering dirt for almost 4 weeks now and it's getting frustrating. There's an open house at the local community garden this weekend and they said they'll have master gardeners on hand to answer questions so I'm going to go see if there's something I can do to make the carrots happier. It's weird - whenever I told people I was going to grow carrots they always said right away "Oh carrots! Those are so easy to grow!" Harrumph. The good news is I think I've finally figured out how to make the pepper and tomato seedlings happy - they have a well watered spot in a sunny window and are growing slowly, but not under any apparent distress, so that's nice.

Garden update update: I wrote that last paragraph a couple of days ago. I went to the open house at the garden and asked why my carrots weren't growing and got some puzzled looks and, "Hmm... well, it has been awfully cold this year. Keep watering. I bet they'll come up." I bought some tomato and cucumber plants just to be on the safe side - I'm really tired of seeing that planter box empty. Of course then I was too tired to plant them and it's probably a good thing anyway because it's supposed to get really cold tonight. I have the plants on a wheeled cart that I leave in the garage at night and wheel into the yard during the day for some sun.

Knitting update: I finished a pair of socks, a baby jacket, and started in on a secret project that will be revealed after it is given to its owner. Pictures of all soon.

Work update: It's going fine. Not too high pressure, not too low. I had to miss most of a day last week because I was sick but I don't think it'll affect any deadlines or anything.

Kitty update: They're still cute. And hog the bed. And Isaac keeps getting fatter even though we only feed him 3/4 cup of food a day and the diet cat food container says he should get 1 cup. We can't figure out what to do - we think he's too fat but can't bring ourselves to feed him even less.

Chris update: He's working hard on his thesis every waking hour. We're both registered to walk at graduation this year, so presumably he's gonna finish up soon. I'll be so glad - it was really hard for me and it's not any easier for him. I want him to have tons of free time. And in spite of everything he continues to be the best husband a girl could ask for. Just always there for me.

I think that's all the updates I have.

Being pregnant is like...

Being pregnant is like having the flu. For about 2 weeks, up until last Tuesday, I really felt like I had the flu. Exhausted, queasy, headachy, achy in general, did I mention exhausted? On Tuesday I was too tired to knit when I came home. This is one of my favorite activities and in case you're not familiar, really requires no energy. I took a few days off when my sister was visiting but I probably should have taken more as sick days. I just didn't know how long it would last, I mean, it could be the whole first trimester or longer, right? Since Tuesday, I've felt a lot better, and in fact this weekend I was practically bursting with energy. I did a ton of errands and stuff because I just don't trust the feeling better. I've not heard of anyone who started feeling better in their first trimester and then reverted. Anyway, I was really glad for this weekend because I got a lot accomplished, felt less like a slug, just generally felt better. Felt like maybe I might make it another 7 months.

Being pregnant is like being a toddler. Brandy pointed this one out to me. Typically I love ethnic foods of all kinds, and especially kinds with lots of spices. I love thai and Indian and often won't go to italian or mexican places because they're too boring. Now? Here's what I eat: bread, cheese, pasta, non-acidic fruits and vegetables, butter, milk, plain cereal. That's kind of it. (It was Brandy who noticed that this is pretty much what she feeds Amelia.) It's not that I can't eat the other foods because I'll be sick or something, it's just that they don't taste good or appealing. I have a bite and think "I don't want this." It has a weird (also toddler like) side-effect which is when I'm in the grocery store I buy anything that looks appealing. (I guess toddlers would only do this if they also had charge cards.) There's just so little that looks tasty that I feel entitled to buy anything that does. The side effect of this is that our pantry is full of cookies (mostly that I don't want to eat because they didn't taste right when I got them home or my taste buds changed and they no longer looked that good) and also I just cleaned out our fridge which was full of leftovers from dinners where I ordered something, didn't like it, and wrapped it so Chris could eat it later (which he never does because he usually forgets). Don't feel sad for me missing these dinners though, because usually I ate a cheese sandwich right before I left the house because I was weak with hunger.

Being pregnant is like when you haven't eaten for awhile and the hunger goes right past the stomach growling stage and right on into nausea. I don't think I'm the only one who this happens to. When I feel queasy it feels a lot like that and eating helps. Which leads me to...

Being pregnant is like getting fat. Actually, it just is getting fat. I've been eating a lot and have put on quite a bit of weight already. I told myself I was going to be really cool with that but it turns out I'm not. Not so soon. I didn't think I'd put on much weight before the 2nd trimester began. Hahahahaha!!! Already many of my pants don't fit. I think about my diet though and the weight gain seems way out of proportion to what I'm eating. I don't eat anything fatty except butter and cheese (no fried anything, no ice cream, for example). I eat at least 5 meals a day but they're all small (cereal and milk, bagel with cream cheese). I don't even eat as much as I necessarily want because I feel like my body might be confused - like when I eat lunch and my stomach is growling only an hour later (!? what's up with that?!). Hopefully I'll adjust to this. I've proved in the past that I'm a good dieter. I'll just be chill about the weight gain and when it's over I'll lose the weight again. Meantime, I may be needing to go get maternity clothes sooner rather than later. Ack.

Ok, that's enough for now. I'm sure I'll think of other things.

Sleeping Kitty

 

This is Marie on Sunday. I think she thinks it's too bright in the room.

Baby Lettuces

 

I don't seem to have killed off the lettuces yet. The little green leaves in this picture are them.

Poor little tomatoes

 

So, on the left in this pan are the tomato sproutlings that I killed dead. Basically after they start to sprout you have to give them full sun, which I did not. So they got really long and gangly and then keeled over. It might not be too late for the peppers though. Those are on the right.

Finished garden bed

 

Here's the garden bed all filled up with dirt and planted thanks to my sister and numerous shovel weilding friends. I'm trying to grow a lot of stuff from seed so there's not much to see yet. The pan in the foreground is my tomato and pepper plants.

Poppies will put them to sleep

 

Here's our front yard. The poppies have just exploded. We don't have a front path any more and they're even threatening to take over the sidewalk and driveway. It's just awesome.

Grant with bread

 

We went out to dinner on Sunday night and Grant really loved the bread they had. It fit just perfectly all the way in his mouth! He was so funny - he was crying his head off and then we held the bread out to him and he just opened his little mouth and leaned forward. It took some convincing to get him to hold it himself.

Grant must get some of his cuteness from his Mama

 

More cute Grant

 

Having fun in the sun in the park.

Dumptruck photo

 

Here's the dumptruck delivering my 3 cubic yards of dirt to the house.

Grant at Easter Brunch

 

What a cutie!