Life with the Rogers
My life in the tundra with 3 dogs and a manWoes of pregnancy
My sister thinks I should post for posterity (and for family members not able to share in all the glory) all my pregnancy joys and, yes, woes.
Today is a woe. I HATE heartburn. It makes your throat literally burn. (i know, hence the name). I mean, i eat a cookie. ONE cookie and I sit in agony for an hour at least. Then I eat another cookie…they’re that good!
I made tomato sauce for tonight and I know that i will regret it since it has acid in it from the tomatoes and spiciness because that’s how i like my sauce. Sigh.
Also, they say not to sit if you’re pregnant in 1 position for more than 30 minutes for the circulation in your legs. I believe that would be a good thing to not do, but how can I help it when I have to get payroll finished??? So I get up to get a drink so that I’m not sitting for long periods of time (plus my legs do fall asleep) and then because I drank a thimbleful of liquid I have to pee. And then I walk back to the computer and I have to pee again.
I guess it is easy to not make yourself sit for more than 30 minutes. I’m lucky if sometimes I make it to 30.
Is Harper losing his mind?
Last night we had a thunderstorm and as some of you may recall, we have a scared little beagle living in our house. Harper is TERRIFIED of thunder, lightening, and fireworks. So as a precautionary measure (since i didn’t want to be getting up in the middle of the night when my dog starts crying behind the sunroom door) we let Harper sleep with us in our bed. This is never an ideal thing because 2 people and 2 dogs (Jack sometimes sleeps on the bed) manage to make even a king bed seem small and cramped.
So it began. Harper at first settled in and started to doze off. So did I. Josh was already asleep. The the craziest thing started. Harper started what I can only describe as ’snatching’ at imaginary bugs. I say imaginary because nothing was buzzing or flying around our bedroom last night. He did this for awhile before I finally got the bright idea to at least take off his collar so at least the constant snatching wasn’t also making jingling noises. I got so frustrated and I finally banished him from my side of the bed and told him if he didn’t stop then i was banishing him from the bedroom altogether. I’m not sure how much a beagle understands but he did go over and monopolize Josh’s side of the bed for the remainder of the night. I guess the thunder really did put the fear of God into him.
Anyway, here’s a video I took this morning as he is still doing the snatching. Anyone have any ideas why he’s doing this? Pay close attention especially at the end of the video as he really starts in on the ‘bugs’ during the last few seconds of the clip. Also, there isn’t a problem with the sound, you can faintly hear him snapping at things but I promise he wasn’t barking at all.
Turtle not Hamburger
The girls in my small group refer to the odd ultrasound images of baby genitalia as looking either like a turtle or a hamburger for, respectively, boy or girl parts. Hence the title for this blog post. If you think about it, it’s a much nicer way of refering to the very different parts we all have, ahem, ‘down there’.
We visited the ultrasound technician yesterday (YAH!) for the long awaited ‘unveiling’ of the little peanut to see what kind he would be. And, yes, it is a ‘he’. Now I won’t ever feel guilty for referring to it as a he and not a she. As Josh put it, I don’t think any technician has ever seen a grown man cry before when seeing that it was, indeed, a boy. On the other hand, i don’t know who can see your little baby swim around and not get teary-eyed. I know i was mopping up my cheeks while staring at this little face on the monitor.
How amazing. I’m so excited!
baby’s first picture
Ok, so i’m beginning the journey. Since Deb suggested i write about it, here goes. For posterity.
Thus far it hasn’t been the romantic, ‘ah…a new life is growing inside me’ thing that i thought it would be. Well, not entirely. Aside from the morning sickness that is NOT morning at all it is beginning to be a bit wondrous. We went to the first doctor’s visit last week and got our first picture. The heart was beating (hence flash of light flickering) and the little peanut was swimming around. I’ll admit, it was much more amazing than i would have thought, if i had thought of it at all. I knew that we would get a picture, but what does that mean? I mean, i never thought, oh, so we’ll get to see the little peanut for the first time or anything.
Here ‘he’ is. Yes, i know, it may very well be a girl, but, oddly enough, i think of it as male in nature. Or little Mortimer, if you will. 
Note the notes. For reference. For those of you without medically trained sonogramific eyes.
What do these 3 things have in common?
Yes, you guessed it. Joshua and I will be expecting our first baby around the middle of this November. We just officially announced it to the world, so, here you go. Yah!
Snow follows us wherever we go
Josh and I visited family and friends in Atlanta last week and guess what. It snowed. Now, granted it was GA snow which means that it doesn’t last for long and only causes some mild concern over ice. Well, mild concern for the northern states but for the south this means that people stock up on milk and bread and head indoors to wait it out. Oh, and they also cancel church the next morning. Needless to say, there were more than a few white little snowmen standing as a lone testament to the prior days snowfall. If the kids hadn’t built them no one would believe us that there was snow in GA. Unfortunately I forgot to get a picture.
Here Josh and I are squinting into the sun.
So it was cold in GA. A couple weeks prior to us getting there they had some unusual 70 degree weather days and the day after we left the weather channel showed a bunch of people out jogging in shorts because it had warmed to 50 degrees. We, however, arrived back in Minot to an Alberta Clipper which brought with it mighty cold weather. Let me explain:
Now, I grew up in PA. I know what it means to actually have a winter and actually get snow (ahem, unlike most of GA). HOWEVER, I was in no way prepared for waking up to the guy on the radio announcing that it was 25 degrees BELOW 0 with a 40 degrees BELOW 0 windchill.
Yes, you heard me right. 40 degrees BELOW. That means that you put a negative sign in front of the DOUBLE DIGIT temperature. That means that I don’t go out to the store to get something just in case the car dies and I’m out there by myself. No thanks. I’ll let someone else do that. That means that your dog pees in the living room because he won’t go outside because it is -40 below!!!!
Welcome to the North.
By the way, today we are having a heat wave. The temp is 13 degrees.
Diet, anyone?
Christmas Eve Trauma
The night before Christmas Eve we had a dog fight at our house. Jack, who is lowest on the totem pole, decided that it’s time for him to move up in life and saw his chance by attacking Bo over some pizza. Not that we were even giving any dog pizza, but Jack didn’t know that. He assumed that everyone else was getting some and he wasn’t so he decided to do something about it. That something involved ripping through poor Bo’s belly causing some emergency stitches the next morning at the vet.
5 stitches! Bo doesn’t look too happy. And, may i say, i can’t even blame him for whizzing in Jack’s food dish or growling when Jack comes into a room.
Snow!
I guess we’re going to have a White Thanksgiving…that’s a little off.
Jack loves the snow:
Harper and Bo just want a cookie:
Wine Country, USA
I just got back from my trip out west with my two sisters on Tuesday. It was my first trip to the Pacific ocean (which i didn’t actually get to set foot in). Both of my sisters went to San Fran which was a surprise since i was only expecting one of them to be there. Deb and I walked into the rental car office and i turn and see Kristin standing there…very weird feeling…i saw her and it didn’t phase me at first. I actually thought to myself- oh look, there’s Kristin - until it hit me that she’s not supposed to be in CA but in GA! Very cool surprise.
We drove along the coast by Monterrey and Big Sur on Saturday, visited with my aunt and uncle in Los Gatos Saturday night, went to wine country Sunday, and San Francisco Monday. So much fun! We also hung out with Deb’s friend, Nancy, whom we stayed with on Friday night (and our whole stay in CA). Very very fun night with the girls, some bottles of vino, and a dog named Atticus.
Some pics of our trip:
Along the coast near Monterrey Bay
Unti Vineyard in the Dry Creek Valley (Sonoma County, CA)
Who needs to go to Italy to get wine?!
One of the little sea lions from Pier 39 in San Fran
the 3 chicks
