Ohhh Simsbury..you are good for some things..

In honor of my trip home this weekend and since you all know how much I love my top 5’s I figured I’d write down the top 5 food products I miss from Simsbury and most I hope to be having this weekend.

1. Cheddar Bagels from Brookside
2. Snow Mountain sushi from Meadows
3. Luna Pizza of any kind (With that being said, I heard from Emy that they are slacking lately so I may have to change this to Harry’s or Little City)
4. Tulmeadow Farms chocolate chip ice cream with marshmallow topping mmm…I still wish October Farms was open L
5. Last and certainly not least, that chocolate dessert from Chart House/Pettiebones/Abigials/Whatever else the kids are calling it these day

If you are from Simsbury and can get one of these items up here to Maine for me on a weekly basis, we will not only be besties for life but I will give you a nice little shout out and a huge hug. Please think about it….Have a good weekend everyone!!!!

Whatcha Lookin At?

I’m at that awkward stage in my pregnancy where I look as though “Yeah she could be pregnant” or “OMG, she looks like she did after her freshman year at KSC.” I’m more towards looking like I need to put down the Bud Heavy’s than a cute baby bump. So I’m completely self conscious when I’m around people that don’t know I’m pregnant and I haven’t seen me in awhile.

Today I had to go in to the office (Ugh, YES again!) for an all day session. I saw a few guys I hadn’t seen in awhile and had no idea that I was pregnant. We shook hands and sat down. I kept feeling like the entire time they were staring at my stomach trying to determine what it was “massive weight gain due to marriage” or “knocked up” which one could it be?? I could also assume they were staring at my ever growing chest that I’m fairly certain could be on the cover of National Geographic at this point (any time I can give my readers a visual I will take it).

Since it’s inappropriate to randomly grab people and scream in their faces that “I’m pregnant..not fat!” I think TD would be mildly upset with me. I had to sit there awkwardly behind my plate of  salad (while my eyes were sealed on that brownie tray, which I didn’t eat because then they would totally think I was just fat at that point) and finish up the meeting without addressing my obvious stomach. So instead of being a complete weirdo and yelling in people’s faces to let them know that I’m pregnant even though they don’t care or didn’t ask, I’m going to hope this blog gets to anyone that is currently in Simsbury that I may come across this weekend so that we can avoid any uncomfortable encounters. 

Workin' 9 to 5

Today was the first day since I got pregnant that I actually had to go in to the TD offices for an all day meeting. Yes, I’m extremely lucky that I get to sit at home in my PJ’s every day without makeup, lay on the couch when I’m feeling queasy and use the rest room as much as I want without my cube mate judging me. My day at the office didn’t go as badly as I thought it would. I didn’t throw up on anyone and I only went to the restroom every other minute instead of every second. I did enjoy the moment when I stood up and realized that the back part of my shirt was tucked into my maternity pants. Yes, the maternity pants that roll all the way up to your boobs. Besides that small set back I think today was a great success. So, I’d like to say that I commend all the women out there that are pregnant and have to go to work outside of the home or have another kid to take care of at the same time. It’s truly amazing. I had one full day outside the home and I look like I was run over by a truck and I’m already sitting here in  my PJ’s and barely have the energy to type this blog. So I’m going to stop here and just show pictures of the things that made me smile today…

This made me LOL..thanks Victoria!:)

My hubby took my subtle hints (blog, text message and phone call) and delivered this delightful gift to me :)

First Girl Scout Cookie Delivery!! Who doesn't smile when they see this heartwarming box..and P.S. Carmel De Lites..you will always be Samoas to me. 

3:30pm on a weekday…Call me at your own risk…

For those women that have been pregnant one time or another, I think we can all say that we have good days and bad days. Most days we are functioning human beings for only a limited time. So, just a fair warning to all my friend’s and family, if you need anything, a favor, someone to talk to, someone to just be there for you, I’m your girl before 3:30 PM. I repeat, BEFORE 3:30 PM is your best chance at talking to “Meghan” and not “Pregnant, hormonal, I’m so hungry I will eat you, Meghan” If you call after the specified time on a weekday I will either cry my eyes out, scream at you, ignore your calls, and basically dislike you strongly for the rest of the day. This is NOT a joke. My older sister Nay thinks that this is more or less a game. She calls me at 4:10pm after I tell her not to just to see if I’ll scream at her. So far I’ve maintained my composure with her because I know she’s planning a wedding and probably stressed about that, yada yada yada, but it’s only a matter of time.

 My only caveat is you can text me but only if it’s to say how amazing I am (or to tell me it's Cadbury Egg season, thanks Amy) , send me Facebook messages, but only if it’s along the same lines as my text message requirement and/or you can play Words With Friends with me. However, just so you know if you are currently beating me at WWF (Joanna Peirce, Phil McLean and probably every other person I’m currently playing with) I’m probably either crying or swearing at you if it’s after 3:30. I think that I’m doing everyone a huge favor by making you aware of this fun little tidbit about my pregnancy. Unless you are calling me to tell me you are coming to my house with a Pizza Hut pizza after 3:30pm, PUT DOWN THE PHONE AND STAY AWAY, IT'S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!! <3 

Let’s talk about Sex, BABY

There is no question in my mind that I want to find out the sex of this baby. Growing up I thought it would be magical to wait and find out in the delivery room if it was a boy or girl. The thought of that “magical moment” is giving me an absolute panic attack.  I need to know exactly what to get this baby. My mom and I went shopping for baby clothes and the uni-sex department is pretty skimpy. And truly, how many duck outfits could this child have?? With that being said, yes we did buy a duck outfit. It came with a hat, a matching bib and socks. How could we possibly say no? Plus, have you seen some of those cute Oxford shirts for the boys?? I need to know if I can have one in my life. I know that people say “don’t bother getting clothes because that’s all that people will get you.” But, due to my ever growing belly, I’m unable to purchase any article of clothing for myself without falling to my knees and crying (This isn’t a joke, please stay tuned for my maternity clothes blog.) So, to keep myself sane I need to start buying clothes for this little nugget and I need to know if it will be cute Oxford shirts with sweaters or adorable summer dresses with jelly shoes. I also have some very generous friends that have asked me what they could get for the baby. To those I say, please hold off on the clothes and baby items until we find out the sex.  We have our next appointment this Friday and we will be setting up the Ultrasounds to determine the sex then so I’ll let you know! Instead, if you’d like to send me one of following things I would be eternally grateful.

1. Girls Scout cookies, of any kind really but if you think for a minute we will stay friends after you send me a box of shortbreads you are sorely mistaken.
2. Mani/Pedi gift card, my nails are looking as though they belong to the Crypt Keeper so before I can’t see my toes feel free to send a gift card my way.
3.  Moo moos…this isn’t really a joke, I’m going to be preggos in the summer and I intend to live in them
4. Carvel Ice Cream Cake, there is a Groupon for the one in Avon, just an FYI
5. Pirate’s Booty, I explained to one my besties Emy what this was today and if anyone else is unsure, I’ll be happy to explain. I’ll just expect you to send me a bag. J

Strollers are not for everyone…...

I’m going to start off by saying, yes we will indeed be buying a stroller and we will more than likely be using it. Probably very often as well. But we will be using it responsibly. Yes, there are people in the world that take advantage of the invention of the stroller.  

Top Five Examples of Stroller Abuse

5. When your child’s legs are touching the ground from the stroller and can basically Flintstone their way around.

4. Your child is not in the stroller but pushing it blindly through a busy store and into my heels while you are on your cell phone.

3. Your pocket book is now sitting in the stroller as your kid is roaming the store freely, or better yet attached to your wrist with a leash.

2. Listen octo-mom, I know that you have multiple children but strollers with more than three seats can NOT fit in the aisles of a boutique. Keep at least half the kids at home.

1. Strollers should not be allowed at Disney world. PERIOD. If your kid can’t walk around the park then do not buy he/she a ticket. It’s a waste of your money and just irritates me at the site of 500 strollers blocking my entrance to the Magic Kingdom. When we were kids we walked the whole way and when we got tired we left. We went to the pool took a nap and off we were again. I get that you want to get your moneys worth but you are just ruining everyone else’s time by squeezing your huge jogging strollers in the gift shops when your kid is just sitting there sleeping. I get that some people use strollers because your kids can’t walk yet but then again, why waste a ticket for them at Disney!?. This place isn’t going anywhere people.

Please use, don’t abuse.

HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND EVERYONE!! 

“So, that’s what’s up….”

Most girls dream about the same things, getting married, buying a house, having kids. And for many girls that are a little more detailed oriented they even thought of the way they would do all of those things. Even how they would tell their husbands that they were pregnant. Me, not so much. The only vision I had was that of Rebecca Donaldson on Full House telling Uncle Jesse by serving him baby carrots and baby corn to lead him to the conclusion that they were pregnant. I figured when I would tell my husband it would go a little something like that.

However, I had no time to run to the grocery store to set up such a presentation. I took my first test on a complete whim. Jon and I had just completed a diet and I lost 12lbs. Woohoo!! So I thought “There is NO flipping way I would be pregnant. Who the heck loses that much weight while they are pregnant??” Plus the fact that I had absolutely no symptoms except being tired. I chalked that up to the diet and lack of carbs that I usually consume on a daily basis.  On the other hand, that pesky period never came so I figured why not?

I used “First Response.’ For those that have never had the pleasure of using such a device, the way it would indicate if you are pregnant is displaying two pink lines. My first test displayed one bright pink line alright, as the second line was as clear as a Mike Tyson monologue. I decided to take another one the next morning. The same results spread across the window. I had to stop playing games, or perhaps start buying stock in home pregnancy tests. I’d figured a different brand was in order. I purchased a three pack of “Clear blue easy.” The device I made fun of people for buying as it literally was dummy proof, displaying “Pregnant” or “Not Pregnant” across the indicator window. Well, egg on my face as this was the only thing I would use again.

I decided to give it one last college try (now on my fourth attempt) so I ran to the bathroom the moment I stepped in to my house. 3 minutes later and that was it. “PREGNANT.” My plans of a baby corn and baby carrot dinner flew out of my brain. All I could do was walk to the side room where Jon was working and put the device in front of the computer and all I can manage to say was, “So, that’s what’s up.”  His response was as equally sensitive and warming “Soooo, ummm OK, soooo….”(You get the picture).  After our very formal pleasantries we retired to two different rooms until one of us made a move. He was the first to budge. We joked about the app and the ridiculousness of the situation and we started to come to terms with it. We made the usual phone calls to our family to spread the news.

It wasn’t a magical moment that we will tell our kids about someday but it was definitely a very fitting moment for the two of us.