I really need to blog more often. A lot has happened in the last month and a half- ish. I’m approaching week 20 in my pregnancy. We’re super excited to find out the sex because I need to buy pink or blue (but mostly pink). Tom and I have a suspicion that it’s a girl but I’ve been having dreams about it being a boy. In my dream we named him Cooper. Cooper Hacker. Too many –ers but a cute name.
Probably the biggest event that happened was the passing of our sweet golden retriever Wednesday on February 28th, 2011. Long sad story shortened- she had heart problems since birth and went into heart failure over the weekend. The veterinarian couldn’t do much for her and she was in pain so we decided to put her down. It was a sad and hard process and the wounds are still really fresh even though it’s been several weeks. I have plans to dedicate a blog to the wonderfulness that was our silly princess poo with pictures and all but first I need to get through writing about her with out crying. I still have moments especially in my fragile emotional state that make my heart heavy. Last weekend I had a complete breakdown Saturday evening. I just really miss her. Tom and I have talked about getting another dog because we love having a dog around the house. If we were going to do it, it would have to be now. If we wait it’s going to have to be a year or two before we can cope with having a puppy and a baby. I think we’re going to wait. I miss our girl a little too much to think about seriously replacing her yet. She was part of of life for 12 years. She made us a little family and was there when we bought our first home. She moved with us to Colorado. She was there for all of our engagement and our wedding. I feel a little like a phase in our life is over. She represented the fun unattached (but attached to each other) part of our life. The party phase. The fun young phase. Now we’re working on the married with children phase- more serious but fun in it’s own right.
Probably the biggest event that happened was the passing of our sweet golden retriever Wednesday on February 28th, 2011. Long sad story shortened- she had heart problems since birth and went into heart failure over the weekend. The veterinarian couldn’t do much for her and she was in pain so we decided to put her down. It was a sad and hard process and the wounds are still really fresh even though it’s been several weeks. I have plans to dedicate a blog to the wonderfulness that was our silly princess poo with pictures and all but first I need to get through writing about her with out crying. I still have moments especially in my fragile emotional state that make my heart heavy. Last weekend I had a complete breakdown Saturday evening. I just really miss her. Tom and I have talked about getting another dog because we love having a dog around the house. If we were going to do it, it would have to be now. If we wait it’s going to have to be a year or two before we can cope with having a puppy and a baby. I think we’re going to wait. I miss our girl a little too much to think about seriously replacing her yet. She was part of of life for 12 years. She made us a little family and was there when we bought our first home. She moved with us to Colorado. She was there for all of our engagement and our wedding. I feel a little like a phase in our life is over. She represented the fun unattached (but attached to each other) part of our life. The party phase. The fun young phase. Now we’re working on the married with children phase- more serious but fun in it’s own right.
Bump update- I’m starting to feel very pregnant. My pants are tight and my food cravings are becoming more apparent. Nothing too specific but sometimes during the day I want weird things. Today at lunch all I could think about were olives. Black olives. I’ve never been a huge fan but I think I might have to buy some tonight and eat them on a sandwich with chicken salad, cheese and pickles. Sounds delicious.
Mom and Katie are coming up this weekend to help with operation baby. We're organizing the basement, cleaning the nursery, and painting the walls. (low voc paint so no worries) The husband has been a trouper lately. He's taken on a bigger role of keeping the house clean and keeping me fed and happy. I've discovered that a hungry pregnant Susie is a cranky pregnant Susie. That's not a good thing. My hormones are intense. Two weekends ago I came home to find a woman parked in our assigned spot. I waited for her to leave and she ignored me. I drove forward and backwards to get her attention and she ignored me. I honked my horn (just a little beep) and she ignored me. Hormone Susie took control and laid into that horn. The lady got out of her car and came to my window and started to yell at me for honking at her. I then yelled back that she was in an assigned spot and she shouldn't be parked there in the first place. She then responded with saying that I could have gotten out of the car to inform her in a nice manner to which I then informed her wasn't my job because the spots are clearly numbered there should be no reason for her to attempt to park there in the first place. Normal Susie would have parked elsewhere and grumbled about it all weekend. Evidently new hormonal Susie has no problem telling you how she sees it. Unfortunately I live as normal Susie most of the time so I've got some serious guilt associated with my outburst. This is why I don't yell at people- I tend to dwell long past the initial encounter. If the woman would come to my door tonight I would be the one apologizing for my inappropriate behavior. Tom's been the brunt of a few outburst involving mac and cheese and remote controls but I think that I've been fairly even-keeled.
Tom's bestman had been living with us for a while and he's moved out making room for baby. I'm excited for Brian to start his new bachelor pad life. I'm also excited for Tom and I to get a little alone time before the arrival of baby Hacker. Baby Hacker sounds completely inappropriate.
I love it. I've been looking for some entertaining evening crafts and think that I'm going to continue with my cross stich/embroidery love. I found this website: http://www.sublimestitching.com/ that has some really cute bib ideas. I'm thinking gnomes on bibs. Evidently you can never have too many bibs. I'm of the opinion that you can never have too many gnomes. Sounds like a perfect match.
So far so good on the pregnancy. I'll have to post pictures of the nursery progress. The color scheme is yellow, turquoise and pink for girl or red for boy. The wall paint is called Butter. Sort of fitting given my recent obsession with food.
Signing off for now. Love from the Hacker.
PS. I swear I have thank you notes done. The dog's passing put me back but I'll get them out maybe not this weekend but definitely by the beginning of April.
Mom and Katie are coming up this weekend to help with operation baby. We're organizing the basement, cleaning the nursery, and painting the walls. (low voc paint so no worries) The husband has been a trouper lately. He's taken on a bigger role of keeping the house clean and keeping me fed and happy. I've discovered that a hungry pregnant Susie is a cranky pregnant Susie. That's not a good thing. My hormones are intense. Two weekends ago I came home to find a woman parked in our assigned spot. I waited for her to leave and she ignored me. I drove forward and backwards to get her attention and she ignored me. I honked my horn (just a little beep) and she ignored me. Hormone Susie took control and laid into that horn. The lady got out of her car and came to my window and started to yell at me for honking at her. I then yelled back that she was in an assigned spot and she shouldn't be parked there in the first place. She then responded with saying that I could have gotten out of the car to inform her in a nice manner to which I then informed her wasn't my job because the spots are clearly numbered there should be no reason for her to attempt to park there in the first place. Normal Susie would have parked elsewhere and grumbled about it all weekend. Evidently new hormonal Susie has no problem telling you how she sees it. Unfortunately I live as normal Susie most of the time so I've got some serious guilt associated with my outburst. This is why I don't yell at people- I tend to dwell long past the initial encounter. If the woman would come to my door tonight I would be the one apologizing for my inappropriate behavior. Tom's been the brunt of a few outburst involving mac and cheese and remote controls but I think that I've been fairly even-keeled.
Tom's bestman had been living with us for a while and he's moved out making room for baby. I'm excited for Brian to start his new bachelor pad life. I'm also excited for Tom and I to get a little alone time before the arrival of baby Hacker. Baby Hacker sounds completely inappropriate.
I love it. I've been looking for some entertaining evening crafts and think that I'm going to continue with my cross stich/embroidery love. I found this website: http://www.sublimestitching.com/ that has some really cute bib ideas. I'm thinking gnomes on bibs. Evidently you can never have too many bibs. I'm of the opinion that you can never have too many gnomes. Sounds like a perfect match. So far so good on the pregnancy. I'll have to post pictures of the nursery progress. The color scheme is yellow, turquoise and pink for girl or red for boy. The wall paint is called Butter.
Sort of fitting given my recent obsession with food. Signing off for now. Love from the Hacker.
PS. I swear I have thank you notes done. The dog's passing put me back but I'll get them out maybe not this weekend but definitely by the beginning of April.
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