Four years and two days ago, the Friday evening of Memorial Day Weekend, we had a moment that was at the time, probably the most exciting and terrifying single moment in either Jill’s or my life.

We figured out that I was pregnant.

We’d been trying for 6 months. I was CERTAIN that it hadn’t effing worked again. We’d both had long, frustrating days. We wanted comfort food.

We were living apart, but I was visiting. The place Jill was staying was about a block from an IHOP, so we walked there.

I ordered chocolate chip pancakes with a side of broccoli. I didn’t think that sounded disgusting; I just wanted some vegetables. And some chocolate, and some pancakes. All at the same time.

As we walked back to Jill’s place, she asked me, “Did you say you kept falling asleep yesterday?”

“Yeah….”

“And the day before?”

“Yeah….”

“And you ordered chocolate chip pancakes and broccoli?”

“I told you! I just wanted some vegetables!”

“Are you ABSOLUTELY SURE that it didn’t work this time? When exactly is your period due?”

I paused. I thought. I counted days in my head. I’d had brutal cramps 2 days earlier, but no period. Maybe they weren’t regular cramps. Maybe they were implantation cramps. I was 2 days late.

I was TWO DAYS LATE! And sleeping 12+ hours per day!

Oddly, we didn’t go buy a pregnancy test. We really wanted to be optimistic. We even told the friends we saw the next day the whole “cautiously optimistic” story.

Monday I went and bought a pregnancy test. Afraid of screwing up the results, I bought the kind that says “pregnant” or “not pregnant” and lo, it announced in big digital letters: PREGNANT.

We celebrated today with dinner at IHOP.

I just got my contributor’s copies of Mothering and Blogging: The Radical Act of the Mommyblog. (Buy through that link and I will make a few pennies on the deal; otherwise my profit is in the bragging rights.)

I haven’t had a chance to read it yet, but of course I will be posting a review! In the mean time, Josie and Noah want you to know that they like it.

Noah and Josie Like the Book Josie likes the book

Josie really likes it!

My blog has been ugly and broken for 3 weeks or so now. I don’t know why. I still haven’t found a nice quiet span of 2 or 3 hours where I can try to fix it on the phone with tech support.

I think I’m not technological enough to be a WordPress separately hosted blogger. My setup assumes a greater level of technological skill than I have. I picked it because it was cheap, flexible, and seemed cool. But the challenges are significant.

I’m thinking of going back to Typepad. They’d be a more expensive option, but I think I could get a tolerable plug-n-play option that would still let me keep my vanity domain.

If I stay with WordPress, I need someone who can help me upgrade to a new template that looks a zillion times better than this, and hopefully at least fresher and newer than the template that mysteriously disappeared. This one, BTW, is the default template that I made minor customizations to when I first moved the blog over here almost 3 years ago. I don’t know how it reverted.

I might want a new hosting service too. I suspect that something happened on BlueHost’s end that made my blog spontaneously revert to super ugly.

I am looking for recommendations/opinions/advice.

Priorities are:

  • Easy to use
  • Attractive end result
  • Cheap
  • Customizable

Also great would be someone who can read my mind and just make everything work and look nice and not make my head explode.

Speaking of which, time to go pick up the kids.

Josie woke up and would not settle down sometime in the 2:45am range, and stayed awake until just before 3:30am. Now that she’s settled down, I can’t seem to fall back asleep.

Here are my tired and random thoughts I wanted to blog about:

  • Noah and Josie had a great playdate on Saturday with Sam and Maggie. Maggie luuuuuuuuuuuuved playing with baby Josie, and Sam was remarkably good and tolerant of having a younger boy chasing him around. Noah’s only complaint about the day? “Maggie won’t let me win!”
  • I found a way to deal with Noah and sugar! Meredith, the kids, and I went for gelato on Sunday afternoon. After eating maybe 2.5 tablespoons of “ice cream,” Noah (and the rest of us) went for a walk. And by walk, I mean Noah sprinted up and down each city block while the rest of us strolled. He easily walked 2.5-3x our total distance, which was about 10 blocks. Noah did the sprinting back and forth thing for about the first 8 blocks, then slowed to our pace. Then we visited the neighborhood garden shop and looked at marigolds and baby vegetables. For $3, we left with 2 red sweet peppers and 3 orange marigolds.
  • Our upstairs neighbors are amazingly tolerant and great with kids. Mr. Jason set aside his gardening and yard work projects to help Noah, and later our 3 year old neighbor also, look for worms and bugs in a ~8 square foot pile o dirt. Jason and Noah also raced cars in the dirt. Then he “helped Noah” plant his peppers and marigolds. And by “helped” I mean dug the holes, helped Noah take the plants from their containers, and filled in the dirt with Noah eagerly pushing and kicking dirt in his general direction. He must have spent 2 hours with Noah’s enthusiastic distractions.
  • First day on the new job went well. Due to some IT quirks, I doubt I will be able to get my laptop online from the office, so no blogging during lunch, but otherwise, all seems to be good.
  • Time to see if I can get a little more sleep before Noah wakes up in an hour.

One of the bonuses of leaving the world of DC lawyer-lobbyist for the Internet side of corporate America was the clothing. Gone were high-maintenance suits, heels, and hose; replaced with shirts & nice pants, and later, giant maternity dresses.

In short, I no longer have much in the way of “lawyer clothes” and what I do have, 90% was purchased before 2003, and long before my two pregnancies.

So there are some wardrobe challenges facing the new job.

But even more than wardrobe challenges, there are shoe challenges.

We can’t find our shoes.

That’s a slight exaggeration, but not a lot. Both Jill and I put some shoes in our “everyday luggage” when we moved, but nearly all of our shoes got packed in the “get the house ready to sell” phase of packing. Unfortunately, the people who did that packing for us didn’t label any of the boxes. Determining which of those…50?…boxes contains our shoes requires opening all of them until we find them.

And frankly, at least for me, it might not be worth the effort.

I’m pretty sure that if I put my mind to it, I could count all of the shoes I’ve purchased since I was pregnant with Noah: black super-flat mary janes, dark red loafers, white athletic shoes, tevas, nike teva-type sandals, super-casual funky keds-type slip ons, rain boots, snow boots, and dress boots. Oh and some black patent leather sandals that I wore to work last summer, and maybe another pair of shoes I bought online last spring.

I think it averages to 2 pair of shoes per year, and of those, I wore 2 pair of those to work 90% of the time, and another 3 at home or after work/weekends for 90% of that time, over the last 4 years.

My “work shoes” wardrobe was in even worse shape than my “work clothes” wardrobe, that’s my only point with all that.

So perhaps I can be forgiven for buying 4 pair of shoes at DSW today. FOUR. Four pair of pumps with heels!

I hope I can still remember how to walk in this kind of shoe.

Now, I would not be admitting to the whole entire Internet how crazy I went today if I hadn’t gotten great deals. I spent a grand total of $103. And I now have:

  • Black, patent-leather Bandolinos, discounted 40%
  • Funky black Mary Jane pumps, discounted 50%
  • Red, faux snakeskin Bandolinos, discounted 30%
  • Brown, suade & patent slingback Franco Sartos, discounted 70%

And none of them are open-toed, so I can continue to ignore any stray thoughts of getting a pedicure. You know, in my spare time. With my spare money.

I also bought a suit this week, for $70. I think that between the few that are still salvageable from my previous career plus what Jill took to Texas plus this plus borrowing from Mom will get me through the summer. (Maybe I can even return Mom’s shoes.)

And HOPEFULLY by the end of the summer, the economy and my employment will be on their way to long-term good health.

Dear Noah,

On Sunday, you were 3 years and 3 days old.

This has been a rough month, too. Two weeks ago, I had to leave unexpectedly, with baby Josie. Your Great-Grandpapa has been sick for a very long time, but he got much worse, and we knew that he would probably die within a few weeks at the longest. In fact, Josie and I got there the day before he died.

You met Great-Grandpapa when you were about the same age that Josie is; I’m glad that you both were able to meet him. But I am sorry that I had to change plans so quickly, leaving during the day while you were at school.

While I was out of town, This Mommy’s job told her that she needed to travel to Texas for 4 weeks, starting a few days after Josie and I got back from Florida. So no sooner did I get back, than This Mommy left. Both of us hate being apart from you for so long, and we think you hate it too.

This month, you have been having more and more fun with Josie than ever before. You love to hug her, tickle her, and tell her that she can’t play with your cars. Yesterday you sobbed when, after you declared that your chicken nuggets were full of yucky things, I fed part of one to Josie. (Then I ate the rest of them. The alleged yucky things were bits of cheddar cheese.)

You’ve also become simultaneously more independent, and more committed to your claim of “I can’t!” You sometimes insist on pouring your own cereal or milk, choosing your own clothing, or removing your own shoes and socks. In the next moment, or the next day, you are equally likely to insist that you can’t take off your own shirt, brush your own teeth, or put on your own shoes.

At the end of one of your most frustrating recent bedtime tantrums, I told you that you could not come out of your room, and I would not go into your room, until you put on your own pajamas. Five minutes or so later, you sobbed that you couldn’t do it, and when I opened the door, you’d managed to get both of your legs into the arms of the pjs, and you were stuck.

I didn’t laugh, but I told you I was proud of you for trying so hard, and I helped you out and back into the pjs. You’d calmed down and were ready for us to have a nice bedtime story reading.

I’m beginning to suspect that things will improve in the fall when you move up to the Big Kids School. Surrounded as you are by mostly smaller children, who are mostly less verbal than you are, you mimic their way of talking and behaving. When you are surrounded by bigger kids who can do things that you are less skilled at, I think you’ll blossom again. (Your time spent with Freddy and Andy makes me just sure of it; in just a few hours on Sunday, your fear of dogs was dramatically reduced with the help of their peer pressure.)

Well, my sweet boy, I think that’s all I have to say this month. I love you.

love,

That Mommy

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