Trinkets of Thought

My Bowling Ball Dropped

May 1, 2009 by Maren 19 Comments

To continue on with the analogy from last post, my bowling ball has officially dropped and my little guy has now entered the world. Pierson Michael was born last Saturday morning at 10:38 a.m. For being 5+ weeks early, he was certainly a good size, and I’m quite thankful that I didn’t carry him the full 40 weeks… Let’s just say that my ‘bowling ball’ was a good enough size. I can’t imagine a 10+ pound baby!

Though previously having the thought that 99% of all babies are hideous ugly, please note that mine is definitely the exception. He’s beautiful. (I see you rolling your eyes now–It’s okay. hahahah!) I am smitten with my little fellow and am in love for the second time in my life. Being so early, he has been more on the jaundice side, but the doctors have been monitoring his levels and they are thankfully on the way down, and his weight is on its way up!

We are thanking the Lord for this precious little gift! I’m off to sleep! I’ll take it when I can.

Pierson meets his cousin, Roman

Happy Friday & Happy Oaks Day to anyone who follows the Derby!

Pregnancy Update

April 20, 2009 by Maren 17 Comments

Month 1: I felt fabulous!
Month 2: I felt fabulous!
Month 3: I felt fabulous!
Month 4: I felt fabulous!
Month 5: I felt fabulous!
Month 6: I felt fabulous!
Month 7: I felt fabulous!
Month 8: I feel fabulous! A couple more side effects than before, though, that need mentioning:

Sudden Urge to go the bathroom. Pee. Wait 5 minutes. Repeat. Cycle continues both day and night.
If you’re wondering what pregnancy feels like, don’t put one of those pregnancy bellies like they have at a maternity clothing store up your shirt and think that it will feel remotely similar. Instead, to have a more accurate simulation, shove a bowling ball up your shirt and walk around with it all day. This will help to simulate the feeling of a pregnant belly and also give you an explanation as to why most pregnant women always walk around like they’ve got a bowling ball up their shirt.
My old appendectomy scar that I received when I was in 7th grade has stretch marks extending diagonally from it. Now, it looks like I have the mark of Zorro on my belly. Riveting.

41 days left until due date! EEK!

Here’s the most recent pic, taken 3 weeks ago. I’ve ballooned since then and feel ginormus compared to this picture…So it’s not completely accurate, but you get the gist…

The Definition of Irony

April 17, 2009 by Maren 6 Comments

A few weeks back an older lady in our church, Margo, was not feeling her best. My husband was at a Bible Study small group, but due to it being a busy week compiled with a nasty sickness making its rounds, there were only 2 in attendance. Because the numbers were low, Michael and the other guy went out to eat instead and decided to pay a visit to our friend from church, taking her a bouquet of ‘get well’ flowers. When they got to her apartment, she was not there. She had gone to the grocery store for some dinner. Being rather goofy, they decided to sign the card in an unusual manner, just for fun. The card’s inscription read: “My dearest Margo, So sorry that you are not feeling well. Get better soon. With all my love, Hugh Jackman.“

Now unbeknownst to the guys, at the same time at the Whole Foods grocery store in Louisville, here is the situation that was transpiring between our dear friend Margo and a random shopper. Margo had just finished making her selections and was carrying her goods to the checkout line. The man who was in line in front of Margo, saw her overly occupied hands and made way to let her go before him. To him, she turned around and expressed thanks, then looked at the man as if she had seen him before. She asked the man, “Has anyone ever told you that you look like Hugh Jackman?” The man told Margo that he received that comment ALL the time. They exchanged more pleasantries and then she left the grocery store.

She made a few stops along the way home and returned to find flowers on her doorstep! Imagine her alarm when she read the inscription and wondered how on earth the local Hugh Jackman lookalike shopper could have known where she lived?!?! She called Michael and wondered if she should be concerned. However, when Michael laughed about the situation and explained it to her, they enjoyed a hearty laugh! All was well.

So, the moral of this story is: If you think Hugh Jackman is stalking you, it may just be your well-wishing friends.

They say pregnancy messes with the brain…

April 14, 2009 by Maren 2 Comments

In the last couple of weeks, I’ve done a few things that were drenched in dumbness.

I shredded my keys/badges in the shredder at work…oops– Try explaining that one to the boss.
I ordered a shower gift early, and printed out the directions only to find that the shower had already taken place ONE WEEK BEFORE.
I asked a lady which cream pie was the coconut cream pie…(there were 2 cream pies on the table: banana, and coconut). She looked at me like I had just arrived on planet earth and said, “The coconut cream pie has the coconut sprinkled on top.” Why do they have to make things so difficult these days???
I had another ‘incident’ but I’ve forgotten.

They say pregnancy messes with the brain. I think NOT! I’m normal, I promise.

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