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. 

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Closet Nursery Transformation Pt. 3



I think the nursery is pretty much done. I have her name, yet, to hang on the wall. But I'm pretty happy with how it turned out and feel like it's a perfect space for little one. Finding a place for everything is maybe a little of a challenge but I'll figure it out sooner or later.

Yay, baby space!