Weekly Roundup

It's been two weeks since I rounded up a week, so here it is again. A two-week round up, I suppose. So, what happened in the past two weeks? I'm not sure I remember, but let's give it a go.

• The most beautiful wedding, a beautiful weekend, fun parties, cute babies, gorgeous bride, happy couple. Last weekend was just about perfect. Saturday morning we went to Vejle to celebrate a wedding at Hotel Comwell. After an outdoor ceremony by the water, there was a festive brunch with the nearest family, complete with some traditional speeches, but still very lowkey. We then checked into a different hotel downtown and had some time to relax and change before the evening party. Here, we celebrated with the happy couple and about 25 of their closest friends.
• The weather was hot and humid and sunny, which was fun for the most part, except for the whole part where it was hot as balls.
• Two visits from mother-in-law, one visit from newly wed sister-in-law, baby-bonding time over the weekend.
• Continued the tradition of sleeping a whole lot. Baking a baby is hard work. Apparently
• My second trip to the midwife, where everything looked just fine and Dandy. My uterus measurement (? - symfyse mål) is still slightly bigger than average. Little Dude was estimated at about 1200 gr, which is within normal range but slightly under average - making me even more convinced that he will probably be long and skinny, just like has daddy (PLEASE let him have those good genes from his dad - tall and skinny!)
• The dreaded glucose testing! (read more here)

Pet Peeves Part 2

• People who write facebook status updates in the third person. (Especially if they then start to mix up tenses and persons.) Jane Doe: is really excited about her new pants, but she isn't sure if they might be too big. Can you help her by commenting on the picture she just posted?
• Other bikers who pass me (legitimate, since I'm slow these days), but don't look over their shoulders to see where I am before cutting back in front of me. I swear I've been in too many near-accidents because people almost slam into my front wheel. And I'm a really SLOW biker these days!

On being a crazy pregnant lady

I totally had a near "crazy-hormonella-pregnant-lady" moment this morning.

But seriously - all morning, I was laying in bed dreaming of fresh bread from the baker with lots of butter and homemade jelly (thanks mom-in-law!). Mhhhmmm. Rundstykker.

So I got up and trekked to the baker, trekked back, opened the fridge. Frantically searched the entire fridge. Panic. NO  BUTTER. After I specifically wrote it on the shopping list yesterday!! Ahhhck. I nearly cried. I felt the tears pressing on me. Curse words may have escaped my mouth, if I were a person who knew those kinds of words. Dear boyfriend wasn't home, so he escaped my wrath. And he most certainly would have felt it.

I sucked up my pity party and went to Fakta for butter. And milk. Mostly because we have a rule about never going to the store without buying milk.

Glucose testing

Imagine this

8:10 Show up at the hospital, fasting since last night. No food, no water, nothing. "Hey, sit here and fill out these forms." Ok.

8:25 Let's draw some blood! About 9 little tubes or so.

8:30 "I don't feel so good" - they have me sit with my head between my knees (a difficult trick when you have a watermelon for a belly). Wow, its really hot in here. I think I may pass out.

8:32 Let's move you into the room next door and you can lay down for a few minutes. But you still have to drink these two glasses of sugar water within the next 5 minutes or so

8:33 I'm laying on a doctors 'bed,' unable to decide whether I am going to pass out or puke. Miraculously, neither happen.

8:36 Nurse comes in, "here, you really HAVE to drink this sugar water, even though you look really pale and sick."

8:38 I start drinking the sugar water. It's actually not all that bad. Lemony - but so sugary that it sticks to my teeth and burns my throat. But it's ice-cold! And it's liquid and it's calories.

8:45 Still trying to decide if I am going to puke or pass out, although vomiting seems like a more likely result.

8:55 Feeling slightly better. Move into waiting area with all the other fasting, pregnant people. Leave a urine sample in glass for the nurse. Finish filling out forms and questionnaires.

9:15 Sitting in a chair in the waiting room - whoops, I think I'm gonna pass out. Head down. Wow, it's really hot in here. Is the room spinning?

9:17 Still sick - think I need to go lay down. Move into the room from before

9:30 Nurse comes into room "oh, there you are! Time for more blood to be drawn. Me: ehh okay? Nurse: you look pale - you should stay laying down and I'll wheel the cart in here"

9:38 Three tubes of blood drawn, again feeling like I am going to pass out. Or vomit. Nurse: you should stay here, don't move anywhere, so I can keep an eye on you. Take a nap or something.

10:00 Urge to vomit gone, but having a severe hot flash and SERIOUSLY never been this thirsty in my life.

10:35 After the longest 2 hours of my pregnant life, they draw some more blood and prick my ears for glucose levels, and then they FINALLY let me drink some water. And eat some toast.

Ugh. 'ynk'

oops - overskuddet er i bund.

Desuden er jeg total modsat af at være overskudsagtig for tiden, for det er varmt of jeg er træt og tyk, ynk. Men nu skal der laves mad, for det er vigtigt at spise, især når man er gravid. Det siger de kloge. Og jeg har lovet manden at der ville være mad til ham når han engang kommer hjem fra at lege jernmand og være overskudsagtig. Og så var der noget med en eksamensopgave - men den skriver nok sig selv. Har ellers desperat prøvet at få little dude til at tænke et par geniale tanke for mig, men det er lidt ligesom, at det ikke rigtig virker.

Suk.

All quiet here

Yup, nothing truly exciting is happening these days and my brain is in such a fog that I can't even remember any small episodes that may have been funny to write about.

Monday we were told to expect this giant storm with lots of rain, thunder, and lightning. I was super excited. I pretty much planned the day so that I could stay at home and watch the storm. Ironic, since normally storms scare the living bejeezus out of me. But here, where it never storms, tornadoes are virtually impossible, and the forecasts are rarely correct - I was excited for Denmark to show me some moves. What happened? nada. Nothing. It rained a little. There were a few lightning bolts and some thunder from far, far away.

It never cooled down. So yeah, I'm still sitting here having hot flashes like some menopausal lady. It could be a long long hot summer.

Like, sweaty HOT

Don't ever plan a summer baby. Don't ever spend the summer pregnant. I'm so hot right now that I am sitting on the couch, inside, sweat dripping from my nose. Also, it's 8 PM and it's raining. It's pretty attractive.


A funny: someone found my blog by searching sexthing blog. I really don't think my blog is all that dirty or innapropriate.


I may go dance outside in the rain now to cool down.

On being co-dependent

I really don't consider myself a person who is or becomes codependent in a relationship. You know, I like to believe that I am an individual,  can take care of myself, enjoy my own company, yada yada.

Last night, I was home alone for the first time in our new apartment. Like, really home alone, all night. I've spent lots of time home alone while ironboyfriend goes to school, to work, and on ridiculously long bike rides. But never all afternoon, all evening, all night, all morning.... and I'm still waiting for him to come home to me!

I was surprisingly not that scared of being home alone - (which I usually am! - at least a little tiny bit)  - but it was still wierd to go to sleep all by myself and wake up by myself again. I guess we slowly become codependent without even noticing it when you live together - when you're used to going to sleep next to each other, talking to each other all the time, having coffee together in the morning, waking up to morning breath and racoon-face. Ahhh. Now hurry and come home, we have to get the apartment ready for your mom to visit!

This picture has nothing to do with the rest of the post.
Except that I want one.
A giant Margarita from Chevy's.
Please?