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(not) working for the weekend

Morning, chickens! And happy almost-weekend! Despite the fact that I technically do not have to head into the office five days a week at this point, the weekend is a much sunnier, happier time, because it generally means more hands to grab up Theo, and more chances of a shower that’s not interrupted by a screaming baby. Based on his crying patterns, I have deduced that T hates when I eat and shower, but as these are basic needs, I’m not willing to negotiate, and he’s going to have to learn to get over it. I’m all about the tough love, you guys. My grandmother is visiting this week from Connecticut, so T and I have been doing a lot of visiting, which is good, as it limits the number of Roseanne episodes I’ve been able to catch. Other things I’d like to comment on from the world this week:

  • I cannot watch any more of this Malaysian flight coverage, because after really considering it, this is a big world and that’s a small plane, relatively, and to be quite honest, I’m surprised we’re not losing more shit more often.
  • The blue line derailment (read: crash into the escalators) is so disturbing to me that I am having dreams about it. Cabs to O’Hare for life, now.
  • If spring doesn’t show up soon, I am boycotting the weather. Also, anyone who complains about it being too hot this summer is being excommunicated from my life.

And with that, I’m off to start the weekend. We’ve got big plans, including introducing Theo to Gene the Russian (it’s about time T started his kettlebell training, don’t you think) and enjoying the slightly warmer temperatures, even if they involve rain. Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it, (does anyone have it, today?), chickens!

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last weeks and filling it to the end.

Morning chickens!

Effectively, I have hit the last week of my pregnancy.

Unless we’ve got a little guy who likes to run late like his mom.

Only time will tell.

I was happy to let him hang out in his present environment through the weekend though, since we had about eight million errands to get done before finally calling it “good enough.”

People keep asking if I’m ready, and while I generally smile and say “as ready as I’ll be” (which is true), what I also mean it, c’mon you guys, no one’s ever ready for this and if they say they are they are likely liars.

And no, I still don’t have any diapers.

Luckily, the hospital’s sure to have some on hand.

What I do have is a place for BW to sleep, one thousand outfits, and JW and I willing and (mostly, we think) able to give this new adventure everything we’ve got.

So yeah, if that means we’re ready then show up any time, buddy.


Also this weekend, one more round of kettlebells in which Gene told me I should probably think about naming the baby something Russian like Boris (this is only slightly amusing when you’re 39 weeks pregnant and actively doing squat jumps), yoga where I could basically use my bump as a prop, all the Olympics, fried chicken birthday-celebrating, checking out the teens in their semiformal high school dance outfits, a stop by from LW, CS, and our nephew Sam, and a day of letting my mom feed me like I’m a fatted calf.

If this is to be the last weekend before the crazy sets in, it was exactly the way I would have wanted to spend it.

Enjoy the start of this one, chickadees, I hear above freezing is headed out way this week.

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filling up all those hours.

And we’re back to Monday.

It happens so fast, I don’t even stand a chance.

It was a productive weekend, full of swinging bells, eating bagels, namaste-ing, celebrating my mom’s birthday, and getting things ready for the next month or so.

I have become familiar with the sound of eight thousand onesie snaps hitting the inside of my dryer.

Also this weekend: a little quality time with all of my favorite kids. We spent Sunday morning grabbing breakfast with the teens and T, and after a sugar-filled and delicious meal, I caught him for one second during his restaurant run-around (note, we were basically the only people in there, which made this chase-and-run activity completely appropriate):



I love his little face.

Later in the day, before taking off with one delicious flourless cake on board to my mom’s, L&C stopped by, bringing my nephew with them, which meant another round of baby.

Sam can’t run away from me though, and seems more interested in letting me squeeze him, so I got in a couple quality cuddles, and also, a dancing session.



Please ignore my post-yoga outfit and hair. I was too distracted by how cute he was to think about changing into real clothes.

In any case, it was a lovely, productive little weekend, and now I’m back to the grind while JW has one.more.day off.

Not fair, is my assessment.

Let’s hope this Monday moves us through it quickly. Enjoy the day off if you’ve got it!

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moving closer in that direction.

We had a big weekend over here, chickadees.

Since the weather crept above freezing, I made trips to both yoga and kettlebells, where I realized I’m going to have to start kicking up pretty hard if I want to make it into a headstand at this point.

I’m having a center of gravity thing. It’s cool though.

Saturday, my mom and my bffs threw me (and JW and BW) a lovely baby shower, complete with all my favorite ladies and snacks.

Snacks are pretty important.



JC and Ky noted that while they both wore elements of blue in their outfits in tribute to our baby boy, they could not bring themselves to wear pastels and they hoped that was all right.

This statement is exactly the reason they are my best friends.

I would also like to point out to you that at this juncture, I am still rocking ankles, which is more than I can say for one of my RA flare ups.

It’s good to keep the positive in mind.

Our family from Michigan rolled in for the weekend, which made it even more fun, and among the beautiful things they showed up with, they gave me a blanket that Tobin decided needed trying out.



I think he’s slightly more on board with the baby than he was at this time last week, but I also think there’s a strong possibility that he now thinks my nephew Sam, also a shower guest, is the baby we keep promising him.

We’ll get it sorted out in the next six weeks, I’m hoping.

In any case, I’m now blogging from a room that was formerly known as my office, but is now essentially a baby warehouse. This little guy is obviously already loved, judging from the beautiful cards everyone wrote and the 8129 baby clothes and accessories that are piled around me.

Looks like we’re almost ready for you, buddy.

Feel free to hang out a few more weeks though- there appears to be a lot of assembly required around here.

Enjoy this one, chickens!



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warm air and lots of celebrating.

Morning, chickadees!

Today it’s supposed to rain, but it’s also (more importantly) supposed to be over 40 degrees outside, so I’m highly considering wearing a bathing suit to work today.

It is casual Friday, after all.

Unfortunately, I doubt I could wriggle myself into any of my bathing suits at the moment, so that outfit choice will be saved for another day.

This weekend I’m organizing, kettlebelling (oh-so-slowly these days, chicks), yoga-ing, and having a baby shower, which will bring together all kinds of my favorite people to eat cake and laugh with me, and also, I suspect, will mean that this whole adding-a-new-person to my family thing might seem a little bit more real.

Having 40 weeks to get used the idea means it can be a little bit of a gradual process.

Having only six weeks left kind of snuck up on me.

But as mentioned yesterday, we’re winging it, chickens, and that’s good enough for me.

And with that, I’m off to a day of limited meetings, sorely needed yoga, and relaxing before a weekend of celebrating and getting.it.done. Enjoy this one if you’re warmer- we made it right up to the weekend, everyone!

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lazy weekends and fast starts.

Morning, chickadees!

Yesterday was  a rude awakening to a week of the commute after a weekend in which JW and I watched approximately a dozen movies, cleaned out one baby room, and hunkered down in our living room to just.do.nothing.

It was a lovely life, but unfortunately, not sustainable for more than 24 hours.

I also dragged myself through a snowstorm to bells, where G let me know he was disappointed that I haven’t seemed to get any bigger over the past two weeks.

Not knowing exactly how to take that, I just swung my bell and laughed a little.

I’m roughly the size of a baby rhino at this point, in case you were wondering.

Yesterday, despite being a Monday, was fairly exciting for two specific reasons.

I got to take a photo with the Olympic torch:



A little blurry, but you get the idea. I love worldwide competition and global goodwill, so this was obviously a highlight of the month for me.

Please note, my unborn child is so large that my stomach is protruding through that torch cut out.

Also yesterday: The Lions, who I usually would be cheering for, but in the rough world of statistics and me loving the Bears most was not, could not quite pull it out against the Ravens, which means that my team continues to have a shot.

Don’t blow it, you guys. It’s the holiday season.

And with that, I’m ready to hit up Tuesday- I’ve got a long, long break waiting for me at the end of this one, and I can’t wait to get started.

Stay warm, chickadees!

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heading into a dark one.

Morning, chickens!

It’s dark and dreary in the Second City, but it’s also supposed to warm up for 2.5 seconds, so I’m taking it.

Until it starts raining on me, that is.

Last night, after packing it in at work, I begrudgingly headed to bells in the dark.

I love bells, chickadees. But somedays, I’d rather lay around on the couch all night.

However, for the sake of Baby W’s brain function, I pressed on.


G was happy to see me (it’s too bad you’re married, he cackled at me while I picked up bells), and spent the first five minutes of class quizzing me on my prenatal diet, which according to him, would be much improved if I’d start drinking kefir.

I received a short lecture about the way bacteria affects your brain and mood, and he gave himself as an example of someone obviously cheerful as a result of the correct bacteria.

I’m not sure I can aspire to that level of energy, but maybe I’ll give it another try.

After swinging bells for an hour, I happily retreated to my couch, where I watched the Saints take a rainy slaughtering before finally deciding I could use nine hours of sleep.

It’s the little things, chicks.

Up today: I attend approximately one thousand meetings, skip the workout, and maybe get something productive done in my home before hitting the couch.

One step at a time is the name of this game, you guys.

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getting things done and finding another gem.

Happy Tuesday, chickens.

It’s cold again here, and I have approximately 9000 meetings between me and the end of this day, but I’m keeping all those good things in mind from yesterday.

It’s either that or slog through the day with the worst attitude ever.

Which seems like a pretty dismal way to set myself up for this one.

Last night, due to forgetting to pack key components of my bell outfit (i.e. you can’t jump around with a kettlebell when you’ve misplaced your sports bra, chickadees. It wouldn’t have been a pretty sight), I headed home instead, where I forced myself to be useful for an hour before retreating to some well-deserved DVR.

You guys, Chicago Fire is too much for me. All those good looking men doing life saving things in my favorite city.

I can’t handle it.

But I also can’t look away.

One more thing I still can’t look away from, even though I totally should.

Rob Ford’s constant, near-psychotic mishaps as the Toronto mayor.

Who is this guy?



For the good of my sanity (and my incessant web browsing of his next antics), someone should really figure out a way to take this guy out of power.

In the meantime, I will continue to bring you these bizarre gems.

Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it, chickadillos!

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in love with a monday.

Morning, chickens, from cold, windy Chicago.

Looks like winter showed up a little early around here.

It is not my favorite thing about this city.

And I’m not sure where I stowed any of my winter gear when we moved in, which means an even colder next couple of mornings.

Last night, I was feeling a little bit sluggish about heading to bells, but JW sent me this article and I decided that maybe baby W could use the cardio too.

Halfway through some kind of mid row, G announced to the class that he was in love with me, and that he was so happy that every time he saw me I was getting bigger, in a good way.

The class just looked around horrifyingly. I felt the need to gesture at my stomach, but instead just stood there laughing.

“I hope you all come to kettlebells when you’re pregnant!” he then exclaimed, clearing up the matter and allowing the other ten people in class to let out a collective breath of air.

At least I can laugh while I suffer, chickadees.

Post bells, I headed to “book club,” which is a very loose term for a group that actually spends most of its time devoted to catching up, drinking wine, eating cheese, and laughing.

We sometimes mention what we’re reading, too.

That part doesn’t matter so much, we’ve found.

I headed home in a chilly night to a warm couch and a stomach full of soup and bread.

That’s the best way to tackle a Monday, if you ask me.

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blinded in the bright lights.

Morning, chickens! I’m checking in from leg one of a trip that includes some work, a lot of play, and a gazillion different states.

I’ve reached day 4, and so far, I seem to be surviving.

I’m currently hanging out in the Mirage in Las Vegas, where I have decided that coming to Vegas for work and not play is really no fair.

But I’m willing to live with it, despite my inability to concentrate on the pool and gambling.

Also, making things slightly more tolerable is the fact that randomly, my BFF JD is here too, attending the conference where I’m working a booth.

I don’t know how you can take this stuff, she texted me from the general session. They just made me do audience polling.

I paused, since my first inclination was to comment on how cool audience polling technology was, but then I realized that she was maybe alluding to the non-coolness of my life in technology conferences.

Maybe I’ve turned into Kip from Napoleon Dynamite, but you guys, I love technology and I don’t care who knows it.


The point is, if you’re going to embark on a long, long trip, best case scenario is that your BFF shows up at the front and back end of it, which happens to be exactly how this is panning out.


I’ve also had a chance to see the strip, eat some delicious food, and throw around a kettlebell at the hotel gym like a crazy person.

It’s all in the name of good health, chickadees.


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