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hi...yes this blog is boring. I am becoming the blogger I hate. But life must go on even when it doesn't permit time for blogging.
Am now 7 months preggo (32 wks). the midwife is mildly concerned about my low weight gain. (only 12...ONLY?!? heehee I know it's not a lot, but yowzers). So I have been drinking these strangely thick hemp-protein shakes, and eating every two hours. I just don't feel like there's even any room for food sometimes! But then I get ravenous and eat too much and feel like I want to vomit. Ahhh, the glamorous life of being with-child.
We went home for labor day weekend, and were treated to a baby shower/family thing. There were about 75 people there, and I don't think I exhaled until about 2 hrs into it. I sat down to open gifts (all the men were outside while we sat in the living room). You could hear a pin drop: NO ONE would talk! I felt so nervous, and to make it worse I KNEW I was going to be opening some pretty awful gifts: tacky picture frames, denim overalls with pink ruffles that I would have worn in 3rd grade, BOY gifts (the invitations were pink for crissake), and lots of smelly cheap "walmart" outfits. Now I know I sound like a snot. But here's my issue: besides the tacky factor, do you know how many disgusting, terrible, harmful chemicals there are in those clothes? the last thing I want is to let my baby soak up all that crap. We registered for all kinds of clothes and toys that are organic/oko-tex/fair-trade. We made sure to include affordable items (even comparable to walmart in some cases), and that they were still traditional "baby shower" gifts to avoid the tidal wave of sweat-shop, formaldehyde crap. I honestly think that, despite the major advances in mass communication over the past few decades and the fact that we do not live in a 3rd world country, that people just don't get it. Don't people know about pesticides and toxens? Haven't they seen the news footage and read the articles about how chemicals in clothes and other mass produced items can be directly associated with the growing rate of autism?
BREATH Emily. BREATH.
It's okay though. After Adam talked me out of throwing all of them away so that we wouldn't be treating anyone else's child to these poisons, I am going to sell what I can on e-bay, then wash what is left 3 or 4 times and bring it to the thrift store. God help me.
Oh yes...we've decided on a name. Despite the fact that it's incedence in Italy is comparable to the incedence of "Mary" here in the states, we've chosen Giada. We LOVED LOVED LOVED Lela, but couldn't rationalize "Lela LoPorto." Poor thing would sound like she's auditioning for "The sound of Music" every time she introduced herself. So, Giada Mae it is. Not interested in anyone's opinion, unless it's positive of course :) Not that it matters, but my mom and adam's grandmother hate it. oh well! My dad it so cute...he emailed me to tell me that he added it to his spell checker.
I decided to make Rice Krispy Treats this weekend. I made 'em like mom...with peanut butter. They were quite tasty, despite using goat butter. Still not as good as mom's, but they hit the spot (yael...don't make fun if you're reading! I am so bashful thinking of your yummy cakes...which reminds me, when's a good time for me to bring my furniture over?) I think I actually LOST weight making them...who was the genious that decided melting marshmallows and them stirring them into cereal was a good idea? guess he/she could imagine what it would taste like! mmmm mmm :)
Am now 7 months preggo (32 wks). the midwife is mildly concerned about my low weight gain. (only 12...ONLY?!? heehee I know it's not a lot, but yowzers). So I have been drinking these strangely thick hemp-protein shakes, and eating every two hours. I just don't feel like there's even any room for food sometimes! But then I get ravenous and eat too much and feel like I want to vomit. Ahhh, the glamorous life of being with-child.
We went home for labor day weekend, and were treated to a baby shower/family thing. There were about 75 people there, and I don't think I exhaled until about 2 hrs into it. I sat down to open gifts (all the men were outside while we sat in the living room). You could hear a pin drop: NO ONE would talk! I felt so nervous, and to make it worse I KNEW I was going to be opening some pretty awful gifts: tacky picture frames, denim overalls with pink ruffles that I would have worn in 3rd grade, BOY gifts (the invitations were pink for crissake), and lots of smelly cheap "walmart" outfits. Now I know I sound like a snot. But here's my issue: besides the tacky factor, do you know how many disgusting, terrible, harmful chemicals there are in those clothes? the last thing I want is to let my baby soak up all that crap. We registered for all kinds of clothes and toys that are organic/oko-tex/fair-trade. We made sure to include affordable items (even comparable to walmart in some cases), and that they were still traditional "baby shower" gifts to avoid the tidal wave of sweat-shop, formaldehyde crap. I honestly think that, despite the major advances in mass communication over the past few decades and the fact that we do not live in a 3rd world country, that people just don't get it. Don't people know about pesticides and toxens? Haven't they seen the news footage and read the articles about how chemicals in clothes and other mass produced items can be directly associated with the growing rate of autism?
BREATH Emily. BREATH.
It's okay though. After Adam talked me out of throwing all of them away so that we wouldn't be treating anyone else's child to these poisons, I am going to sell what I can on e-bay, then wash what is left 3 or 4 times and bring it to the thrift store. God help me.
Oh yes...we've decided on a name. Despite the fact that it's incedence in Italy is comparable to the incedence of "Mary" here in the states, we've chosen Giada. We LOVED LOVED LOVED Lela, but couldn't rationalize "Lela LoPorto." Poor thing would sound like she's auditioning for "The sound of Music" every time she introduced herself. So, Giada Mae it is. Not interested in anyone's opinion, unless it's positive of course :) Not that it matters, but my mom and adam's grandmother hate it. oh well! My dad it so cute...he emailed me to tell me that he added it to his spell checker.
I decided to make Rice Krispy Treats this weekend. I made 'em like mom...with peanut butter. They were quite tasty, despite using goat butter. Still not as good as mom's, but they hit the spot (yael...don't make fun if you're reading! I am so bashful thinking of your yummy cakes...which reminds me, when's a good time for me to bring my furniture over?) I think I actually LOST weight making them...who was the genious that decided melting marshmallows and them stirring them into cereal was a good idea? guess he/she could imagine what it would taste like! mmmm mmm :)
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