Friday, November 21, 2014

3 Weeks

I love this picture so much. Each morning when we wake up, I can see the character starting to take shape in Spencer's face.

She's so sweet and squishy.  She's liking the baby carrier, so I've been wearing her around the house to get stuff done. It's so nice! 

We're gonna try the carrier on her Daddy soon so he gets to "hold" her. 

As I catch my breath and some Zzz's: pictures, birth story and more pictures to come...

Monday, November 10, 2014

Spencer Rosalyn Moore

Our new universe... 

Life is lovely right now with this little bright light hanging around our house. Our daughter, Spencer, was born on Wednesday, October 29th at 1:49am. She was all of 7lbs and 4oz and 19 inches long. Smaller than we thought. 

She's almost two weeks old and is a very curious baby. It's one of the first things I noticed about her. 

Spencer is so unbelievably sweet and cute and just... pure lovely baby. I look forward to writing all about and reliving how she came into the world, but for now... 1) feed 2) pee/poop diaper disposal 3) nap 4) the quickest of showers 4) kiss baby on the head a million times/swoon/stare 6) repeat.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Good Fortune

As we try to get to the bottom of what's making Jimmy feel like complete crap, we deal with some difficult days and nights. 

Yesterday, Jimmy slept through lunch and it was all I could do to get him to eat a little dinner. 

We ordered Chinese because that's what my husband said he would eat. 

Although it was a quick, tough dinner, with a hope for better dinners and better days, I opened this fortune cookie. 

A reminder that there's some joy on the way. 

I would like Jimmy to be feeling great and be in a good state of mind for when this little love biscuit comes, but I know things don't always pan out that nice and neat. 

Still, we're looking forward to our good fortune. She'll be here any day now. 

Today, I'm 39 weeks pregnant. 

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Funny/Not Funny Things Said To Me While Pregnant

37 Weeks
I didn't get a lot of unsolicited belly rubs during pregnancy, which I was surprised by. I did get some funny/not funny comments. People crack me up. Got to love human honestly.  

And really, for all the awkward, funny/not funny comments -- I got so many more wonderful ones.

But... these make for a better blog post, sooo...  

Here they are:

*I knew something was up! You were really moody about those paper towels.

*You're pregnant? I knew your hips were getting bigger.

*I mean, I could tell you were gaining weight but I didn't think pregnancy!

*[On the closet nursery situation] Maybe don't keep your kid in the closet when they are a teenager.

*Especially for this, I wish Jimmy would get arm movement back.

*You used to be really focused on your physical health... 

*Young kid at Publix: "Mommy, she's pregnant like you! But she's fat! She's fatter than you!" [Cue poor mother mortified!]

*Omg your feet!

*You're having a girl?! Good luck!

*You're pregnant?! Good luck! 

*Enjoy your baths now. You won't get to take one for another 10-15 years. 

*Enjoy your sleep now. You won't get any for like 21 years.

I feel like my friends got more of the "You still have one or two months to go? You look like you're going to POP!" Which they hated. I only got one of those.

What were your best funny/not funny comments you got while pregnant?

Friday, October 17, 2014

38 Weeks

*All of the pregnancy count down apps are now comparing my offspring to the size of watermelon, pumpkin, spaghetti squash and leeks. 

*Apparently pregnancy carpel tunnel is a thing. 

*As of Monday's OB appointment, I was a fingertip dilated. It could still be weeks... and probably will be. 

*It's fall. Even in Georgia sometimes it can feel like fall. I tried on so many of my pairs of my shoes that aren't flip flops. Nope. I got nothing. Flip flops from here on out until I deflate

*Officially not sleeping much anymore. It was a good run. 

*I think I've finally started with the waddle. 

*I'm tired of peeing. 

*The cool, fall air is heaven sent. Wrap your arms around me sweet, sweet autumnal winds.  

*Jimmy is officially over all the preparations and ready for her to get here. 

*She picks her time of day and will move a bunch and wiggle about, but then most of the time she'll be chill. She's pretty good about not moving much at night. But, I'll tell you... she's now taking my breath away. She's big and it's so weird feeling ninja jabs at the top of my ribs and in my crotch -- at the same time.

*Oh, I read THIS and cried. What a wonderfully reflective time: The end of a pregnancy.   

Saturday, October 4, 2014

My Dearest Daughter

Hi there.  

I need to meet you.

I need to meet you so you can tell me your father and I are doing the right thing. We need to look at your face so we'll know. We need to hold you. 

Because right now, I'm scared and he's tired. He's tired of his injury. He's tired of not feeling good. He's tired of the not being rewarded for doing everything right. He's tired of the "always something." He's tired of being bored. He's just tired. Right now, my dear, he's just tired.

It's hard to watch. When I have the energy and the mental motivation available to provide him, I can help. If only a little. I can start the gas logs. I can put a blanket around his neck that's stiff from the cold air. I can make him something warm to drink. I can commiserate with him, even though I'm as warm as I was in mid-June. But sometimes being eight months pregnant makes helping him difficult.

We've gotten better at talking. Maybe due to therapy? Yes, we both had therapy after the accident, Daughter. It helped. We talked through the decision to have you, the challenges to get you and the joy we felt when we found out you were YOU.

When your father talks to me about how hard a time he's having, it breaks my heart. He's not one to complain much. So when he does chose to disclose feelings, it's hard. I want to make it all better for him. It's not fair what happened to him, you know. But things not being fair... that's life, daughter. It sucks sometimes. Life isn't always great. We're here to tell you.  

When we get so beyond down and out, we tend to think we've gotten in over our heads with the decision to have a baby. Sometimes life is fine with the injury. But sometimes it feels insurmountable. And that's when I feel like I really need to see you. I need you to reassure us that it's all gonna be okay.  I need you to let us feel that you'll provide something I can't possibly try to imagine.

I'm currently 36 weeks pregnant and things are getting harder for me. I did a lot today. I slept well last night so I had plenty of happy energy. But by 7pm, I didn't want to do anything more. But... because life isn't fair sometimes... I had to.  I had to put away the food on the stove, set the coffee pot, put clean sheets on my bed and get your father situated in his room. I sat quietly on the couch and cried, feeling sorry for myself that I couldn't ask your father to do these things for me. I miss having his help sometimes. Especially now. I know I'll miss it a lot when you get here. But remember what I was telling you about life not always being fair?

My tears quickly dried and I walked your dad in his room to get ready for bed. That's when he confessed to me that he was having a hard time. Just not feeling good and tired of it.  I started crying again (shocking) and he thought he made me upset.

He said, "I thought you wanted me to tell you when something was bothering me."

I was relieved.

I told him I was so happy he confided in me and was not upset at all. I explained that I was crying because I was having weird, emotional, overwhelming feelings, too. It looks like we're both having a tough time.

But in that moment, man, I was so glad to have your father right there. Right then. Only we get it. Only we get the gruesomeness and wonderfulness that we share in this life together. It can suck. And what we have to do to pull ourselves out of the injury funk sometimes, only we get it.

We want you to get it. We'll let you in on it. And we want you to be what pulls us out of our injury funk. No pressure, Daughter.

So, I need to meet you.

By all means, finish up what you're doing in there. It's important that you do. But we'll be patiently (or not) awaiting your presence. 

Maybe we've been broken a little by all this. We've slowly tried to repair ourselves the best way we know how. Maybe welcoming you, Daughter, will catapult us in our quest to patch ourselves up a little more.  

As hard as this life can be, we know you'll help us feel the fullness again.

Your Momma

Friday, October 3, 2014

36 Weeks

27 days left until due date!

Pretty, hair did, make-up on, just the right angle, belly sticker belly pic

Real life, feeling like complete crap, belly hanging out, sleep shirts don't fit belly pic

*Getting closer... weeks now! Holy buckets!

*We had an ultrasound on Wednesday to get a better idea of our baby's size and see how everything looked. She looked great! She's head down and facing my back, so in the birthing position, but that meant no cute ultrasound pictures with her detailed facial features, which I guess I was expecting. We couldn't see her face but could see her cute little legs crossed and folded up under her bottom. We also saw her practicing her breathing.  

*She weighs around 6.8lbs -- give or take a half pound. So maybe looking at an 8-9 pounder?

*My blood pressure is slowly creeping up. They want me to come back Monday to have it checked again and keep an eye on it. But they aren't too too concerned because it's not super high, and also I'm almost done. I've been told to take it easy, watch the stress, slow it down, watch the sodium, all that fun stuff. 

*Monday will also be our "labor talk" with the OB. We'll discuss our wishes and possible plans, options -- all that jazz. 

*Today Jimmy's nursing agency threw us a baby shower, which was amazingly nice of them. So many people we don't know came and celebrated. We were so touched. We also got a chance to talk to them about some challenges we could face once the baby comes and how to use the nurses more to our advantage for cooking, feeding, errands, appointments etc., once I'm not able to.  

*Uhm, we're gonna have a baby soon.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Culinary Kick

This weekend we stayed in for the most part... feeling kind of homebody-ish I guess. It could perhaps have something to do with the fact that there wasn't an ounce of sunshine. Cloudy and overcast all weekend.

Jimmy was having a rough couple of days: feeling weak, cold, and really dealing with a rough bout of fatigue. It was all he could do to stay up in the chair, not wave the white flag and go back to bed. Sometimes just staying up is an accomplishment. I applaud him. 

I wanted to cook this weekend. This has not been the norm lately. I have not had the urge to cook at all the last month or so. Since my energy level is a third of what it used to be, I have to jump on little whims like this.

This cooking bug came at a time when our dishwasher happens to be broken. Sooo lots of pots and pans and dishes to wash -- all day, everyday. Good times.

I made: Best Tomato Soup Ever by Ree Drummond

I liked this and so did Jimmy. Only thing is that I wouldn't have added so much onion. I like the flavor a good onion sauteed in butter can bring, but I don't like to be able to chew things in my tomato soup. Maybe I didn't cook them down enough. I also omitted the sherry. I do like a creamy tomato soup though, so I happily added the cream as it called for it. Yeah baby. 

Photo: Food Network

Remember how I just said I didn't like to chew things in my tomato soup? I lied. These ranch oyster crackers were AMAZING in our soup.
This was the selling point for Jimmy. Don't think he's crazy about t-soup. These crackers were so good. I used fresh dill instead of dried and left out the lemon pepper and garlic because the ranch packet has so much flavor. My friend will use this recipe with the mini cheddar Ritz cracker sandwiches. It super duper tasty and only should be eaten 1-2 times a year. My insides feel it after I devour those bad boys.

I saw this next recipe and thought it looked so good. Sweet and Spicy Chicken Bacon Wraps from 101 Cooking for Two

They were pretty easy and yummy. I used organic coconut sugar instead of brown sugar and it came out great. Jimmy liked it because it was different. I tend to make the same things a lot. These probably would be good for a football snack. Bacon wrapped stuff = crowd pleaser.

Since I'm anemic during this pregnancy, I pretty much keep a large plastic bin of spinach in my fridge for smoothies or side dishes at all times. I've been wanting creamed spinach. I found this healthier recipe from  It was so good. I used fresh spinach, like I said. I felt like I could have used the entire gigantic Costco bin! It just kept cooking down so small. At some point, I just had to say -- okay, there's going to be too much sauce. Very tasty though. I used a little cream.. just cause.

Lastly, I wanted to try this Greek pimento cheese from Seeded At The Table.  I have a friend who doesn't dig mayo (gasp!) who might get down with this. It's definitely Greek-y tasting.  A little hummus like with the tahini and lemon, but a pretty good snack. Only a portion of the guilt. I bought some whole grain pretzels at the farmer's market I like it with. Haven't gotten Jimmy to try this one yet. His brain can't understand omitting mayo for any reason. Or light mayo. His brain also doesn't understand light mayo.

Okay, I'm going to sleep for three days now. 
Photo: Seeded At The Table

Friday, September 19, 2014

34 Weeks

*As of today, 5 weeks and 6 days until due date of October 30th. 

*I read that 34 weeks marks a big milestone, as babies born now generally do fine in the long term.

*Baby is as big as a butternut squash, honeydew melon or pineapple. She's pretty long already at 17-19 inches and weighs around 5-6lbs.  

*This past week, Jimmy and I attended a breastfeeding class at our hospital and I went to an infant CPR class last night. Car seat installation happens next week in my car, then we'll take the van to the fire department to see the best placement for a car seat in there with the wheelchair, nurse, etc. 

*Hospital bag is slowly getting packed, baby clothes/blankies/bibs are getting washed while gear is getting assembled a little at time when I have the energy. 

*Baby does what she wants. Sometimes she's sleepy baby and sometimes she ninja baby.  No rhyme or reason. Guess I shall get used to that.    

*Emotions are getting raw as the weeks go by. The gravity of all this and what it means for each of us logistically and physically is becoming more real. It's hard to believe how close it is. We're so curious about how it's all gonna happen and what it will be like. Just so... exciting!    

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Michael, Our New BFF

We skipped couple's therapy today. I was hesitant because it's once a month. Jimmy really wanted to go to the PGA Tour Championship practice round here in Atlanta. Jimmy tells me it's the last stop on the PGA Tour that matters. We just realized it's less than four miles from our house. So close. He's been mentioning it all week, AKA: he really wanted to go. But, he was going back and forth because of worries. Worries about parking. Needing suctioned. Pregnant girl walking. The heat. The rain. The vent alarm going off during a tee off. All kind of worries.

I just got the tickets.

But I realized it wasn't clear on the website where handicapped folks would park, etc. No parking at the golf club. They were shuttling people from Turner Field to the golf club (approx 6 miles away). I knew that most likely wouldn't work for us. Most "shuttles" aren't handicapped accessible. I made several calls inquiring about this. I asked Ticketmaster. They said, "someone at the venue would direct us where to go." A very cookie-cutter answer that didn't really apply in this situation. And also, they just wanted my money.

I called PGA Headquarters in Florida. A super nice lady said she would call me back. She did, but didn't have an answer for me. She gave me the number for the local PGA Tour office and told me she was having a hard time getting someone on the phone, they were pretty busy, and that I could try that number if I wanted.

I did. Someone answered on first try.

This lady was soooooo busy that she clearly didn't have time for my measly questions. Zero sympathy for the trouble I was trying to avoid; the trouble I knew was ahead of us. I felt like I was being scolded for calling. She told me the "shuttles" were equipped for handicapped accessible needs.

They weren't. 

They were charter buses.

When we arrived to Turner Field, they had -- one -- mini van, exactly like ours, with a side ramp running back and forth. One. And there was a gentleman already in it, with his brother on the way. There wasn't room for Jimmy, myself and our nurse.

We would have to wait.

30-40 minutes go by.  I'm very thankful that the Coca-Cola workers and volunteers gave us chairs and some of their shade while we waited. (No Coke though? Really? Just kidding.) One of the volunteers started to talk to Jimmy; asking him about his wedding band, when he got married, when the accident happened, our pregnancy, etc.

She went away and about 10 minutes later she came back and told us there was a guy with the tour who was going to help us.

He came over asked us a few questions, made a call, and then came back again. He said there's a lot next to the golf club that they are gonna let us use.

My thoughts: Oh, that's cool. 

Not only that, he was going to escort us to the golf club and show us exactly where to go.

My thoughts: Uhm... really?

We followed our new best friend Michael over and parked right there behind where the player's lot was. It was basically a bunch of BMW courtesy cars used to transport the guys to and fro.

We weren't professional golfers being transported by BMW courtesy cars but we were basically the next best thing.

I mean, bestie Michael even went so far as to ask the street cop if we could park on the street because the grass lot, which was a little wet, wouldn't be good for our van, nor the wheelchair. I DIDN'T EVEN TELL HIM ABOUT WET GRASS SUCKING FOR OUR SITUATION. HE JUST KNEW.

He walked us in and told us to have fun.

To that I said, "can I hug you?" He said yes. And I did. 

Michael very much reminded me of Charles. Charles was the guy who went way, way out of his way for us at the Steely Dan concert about a year ago. I wrote a blog called I Love Charles after that. Michael, you're up there with Charles. You two should have a beer together. But then you would argue over who would pay because you're both SO DAMN NICE.

Okay, so we get there and we see Matt Kuchar on the practice range! And he totes has his collar popped and cute, trendy shoes on. And Jason Day! My new fav. And then we walk down to a nearby hole and see Rickie Fowler (!) and Jordan Speith. I've only learned these people since I've started watching golf with Jimmy a few years ago, but now love watching some of them. Seeing these cute boys in person when you've only seen them on TV? Eeek. This is what it probably was like for my friends who I would bring by the news station.

While we were resting outside the golf club about to leave, we see a few golfers signing autographs and taking pictures with crowds. I left Jimmy and the nurse to get a picture of Jason Day, probably the only one aside from Adam Scott who could get me up from my comfy spot in the grass after all that walking.

All of a sudden, I see Jimmy in line to get his picture taken with J Day. I'm not saying Jimmy played the wheelchair card to his advantage, but I'll tell you that cute Jason Day and Justin Rose totally skipped over a few people to take pictures with my boy.

You don't understand. Jason Day talked all Australian to us. He might've even called Jimmy "mate."  I die. My husband and Jason Day in one picture. I die. I die. I die.

Way better than couples therapy. Sorry, doc.

Jason Day. I realize I talk a lot about him in this blog. And thee Jimmy Moore.
Justin Rose. He looked at every camera except ours.

Rickie Fowler!
Us at East Lake Golf Club, Atlanta, GA

Thursday, September 4, 2014

32 Weeks

My belly pic stickers are every two weeks now. Are you sick of seeing these pictures yet? If so -- not much longer to go. (And then I will nauseate you with newborn baby girl photos instead.) If not -- great!

*8 weeks (or 56 days) left.

*She's the size of: a head of lettuce, a jicama, or a winter squash. 

*She's probably around 17-19inches long and might weigh around 3-4lbs. 

*Baby reacts the most when I drink really cold water or listen to really loud music. 

*Sleeping comfortably is something that's becoming more challenging as I grow larger. I guess this an upside of sleeping alone. There's no end to the tossing and turning. 

*Jimmy saw her move in my belly for THE FIRST TIME. She must have been rolling around. I underestimated his excitedness. He had the biggest smile on his face! Warmed. My. Heart. Just that little moment made me so excited to finally have her here so we can explore ways to get Jimmy some baby cuddles. I can't even stand how cute it's gonna be. 

*A midwife who examined me at my last OB appointment said it felt like baby was already head down. 

*Happy to report the feet-swelling has gone down since the traveling and the less than ideal diet I was maintaining while on vacation in SC. I've reigned it in a little bit. The folks at the OB joint will be pleased. 

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Five Words

I'm totally borrowing this idea from Cup of Jo, who borrowed it from the fantastic Nora Ephron.

How would you describe yourself in five words?

In her today blog, Joanna used this quote from Nora about how her five words have changed over time:

“We have a game we play when we’re waiting for tables in restaurants, where you have to write the five things that describe yourself on a piece of paper. When I was [in my twenties], I would have put: ambitious, Wellesley graduate, daughter, Democrat, single. Ten years later not one of those five things turned up on my list. I was: journalist, feminist, New Yorker, divorced, funny. Today not one of those five things turns up in my list: writer, director, mother, sister, happy.”

I want to do this now and compare in five years, so remind me to look back.

Right now, I think my five words would be: pregnant, preparer, caretaker, cumbersome, lucky.  

My Five Word Selfie (2014)
(Will I be more grey and wrinkly in five years? Will I really have a five-year old?)

Tell me your five words.