Friday, January 30, 2009

25 Things About Me

The latest trend on Facebook is to write 25 random things about yourself and send the list to all your friends.  Here's the list I wrote last night:

1. I have always seen the numbers 1-9 as colors. 8 is orange, 4 is green, 9 is yellow, 5 is blue, etc.

2. I love traveling and have been to Scotland, England, South Korea, Germany, Mexico, Turkey, Greece, Italy, France, Poland, St. Lucia, Ecuador, and Costa Rica. My husband never wants to leave the US ever again. His ultimate dream is to buy an RV and travel the country.

3. I was in the band in high school. Stop laughing. Nobody in the history of the Big Blue Marching Band had ever broken a bone at band camp. I managed to do it two years in a row.

4. I’ve totaled (and I mean TOTALED) two cars, but I’ve only gotten pulled over for speeding once. I think I am an excellent driver.

5. I was 22 the first time I ever had wine, and I thought it was so disgusting that I spit it out in the sink. Now I am practically a wino.

6. I cannot remember movie quotes to save my life. But I know practically every word in Steel Magnolias.

7. I have a degree in music, in psychology, a masters degree from seminary, and half a masters degree in social work. And now I am… an art teacher. I always said I would never be a teacher, and I only took art in junior high. And now I am… an art teacher. And I have never loved anything so much in my life. The strangeness of God’s plan is the coolest thing about it.

8. I am a liberal surrounded on all sides by conservative friends and family. I am practically the only Democrat in every social situation I find myself in. I am the black sheep. Baa.

9. When I was little (like 2 or 3) I used to put my feet up on the table during meals and feed my toes. My toes were my friends. I talked to them and fed them.

10. When I was in 4th, 5th, and 6th grade, I kicked ass at all the local science fairs. I always won first place at our school, then won at the local fair in Vicksburg, and went on to the state fair in Jackson. In 5th grade I won “best in fair” in Jackson. One of the judges was so enamored with my genius that he wrote and published an article about me in Mississippi Geology magazine and included my report. People, I was a science fair goddess.

11. I cuss. A lot. I really have to watch myself around small children.

12. I honestly don’t understand people who don’t like to read. This completely baffles me. How can you not like to read? I know people who are readers but say, “I never read fiction”. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?

13. I am obsessed with old black and white family photos. The older, the better. We’ve got some really cool ones that show our great-great grandparents. This is probably the only thing you could say I “collect”. Wait, that’s not true. You could also say I collect books. Ryan occasionally tries to make me give some away to Goodwill. This makes me very cranky.

14. I love Coke. I love it so much I want to marry it. Nothing pisses me off more than going to a restaurant, ordering a Coke, and hearing, “I’m sorry, we only have Pepsi. Will that be OK?” Hell, no, it won’t be OK. You can bring me water. I refuse to drink that shit.

15. I hate going in the master bathroom in our house, not because it’s tiny (which it so is), but because the walls are white. I must have color on the walls. My living room is red. If I’m in a room with white walls, I feel like I’m going a little crazy. I feel anxious. I’m not kidding. I can’t believe I let Ryan talk me into doing white walls in that bathroom. I only shower in there. I get ready for the day in the guest bathroom.

16. Being married to Ryan Craig is by far the coolest thing I’ve ever done. In high school and college when I would try to picture what my husband would be like, I pictured a guy who was pretty much the polar opposite of Ryan. I love that we have a God who would think to put two such very different people together for life. Sometimes it seems like we are complete opposites and disagree on EVERYTHING. Other times it feels like we’re sharing the same brain. There is not a man alive who is more loyal, more supportive, more patient, more constant, or more perfect for me.

17. I do not cook. I do not clean. My house is always a mess. I am late everywhere I go. It is January 29, 2009 and my Christmas tree (with all the ornaments), and all my other Christmas decorations, are still up.

18. I like Oprah. So sue me.

19. I secretly want to be a writer and an artist.

20. I cry during movie previews. And commercials (like the Home Depot ones during the Olympics).

21. During college, I was like a magnet for gay men. All these guys, who later came out of the closet, wanted to date me. I am still very confused by this.

22. I love really old things (as can be evidenced by my obsession with old pictures). I love that our dining room table is 100 years old. I loved that our hotel in Paris- the building was over 300 years old. I absolutely adored the ruins of Pompeii (Ryan wanted to gouge his eyes out). I wear my great-grandmother’s wedding ring. The older something is, the cooler it is.

23. I am a champion sleeper. I can easily sleep 12 hours a night, every night, for the rest of my life. This baby is totally gonna cramp my style.

24. I despise Walmart. They are evil. If you wanna see me get mad in a hurry, try to talk to me about Walmart. I feel nauseous if I just think about the Walton family. You can thank the social work program at UT for this.

25. I have the worst memory. Ever.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Our little fish

When Baby moves around, sometimes it feels like a little goldfish is swimming around inside my uterus. Other times it feels like someone is just giving me a little tickle from the inside.

Today I was teaching the PK 4 class a new song. I asked them, "Do you know the word- HALLELUJAH?" Keandra goes, "I know the word- HOLLA. Holla, girl!"

Next Wednesday we find out whether I'm cooking a girl or a boy up in here. I feel like it's a boy. But my boss/the mother of my SIL, who NEVER gets it wrong (well, OK there was that one time with my niece Chloe, but honestly, in her defense, not ONE person thought Chloe would be a girl) - anyway, she thinks this baby is a girl. Feel free to vote. I'll keep ya posted.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Well, THERE you are!

We're 17 weeks along now.  And everyone from my coworkers to my family to babyzone.com has been telling me that I should be feeling the baby move any day now.  I have been vigilant, patient, quiet and still, aware of what's happening in my body.  I've also poked the hell out of my belly, and yelled, "Come on!  Move for Mama!"  Of course, afterwards I'm always terrified I've just poked the baby in the eye and seriously injured him.  

So tonight I did some more poking and yelling (apparently at 17 weeks, Baby can also hear my voice now)...nothing.  I gave up and went back to my long list of Tivo'ed Oprahs.  About 45 minutes later...whoosh.  It didn't feel like what everyone says it feels like...a flutter of a butterfly's wing, or popcorn popping, or gas moving around (I don't know about you, but when MY gas moves around, it is NOT a pleasant feeling).  It felt just like it should feel.  Like my sweet baby nestled inside me got sick of laying on his back.  So he rolled over on his side, and his elbow just brushed against me.  I was not expecting it.  I had to pause Oprah so I could focus on whether he would do it again.  I sat patiently.  Then when I got sick of that, I poked and yelled, "Come on!  One more time!"  

"Nope", he said.  "That's all you get for tonight, Mamacita."  
 

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Loving ice cream and Yellowstone

We went to our monthly doctor's appointment yesterday, and finally heard the heartbeat!  Yay!
I've gained 5 pounds since I got pregnant.  I thought that was pretty good, but the doctor said, "You really need to work on gaining some more weight.  Start putting it on.  Eat ice cream everyday."  What?  I seriously thought she was joking.  Ryan looked at her and was like, "Ice cream?"  Yup, folks, I have doctor's orders to pig out on ice cream.  Every.  Day.  How jealous are YOU right now?

I love working at Yellowstone Academy.  LOVE it.  Yesterday one of the 4 year olds said, "Mrs. Craig, is your baby gonna be white?"  But the best came from one of our 4th graders.  Yesterday he said to my good friend, who is the computer teacher, "Miss Marcos, have you found yourself a man yet?  Are you married yet?  I know plenty of white boys with nice Cadillacs who would love you!"  I mean, seriously, where do they come up with this stuff?

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Holy Guacamole!

At 16 weeks now, Baby is the size of an avocado.
And this is what I look like:

For reals.