2009: The End of an Era

Just for kicks and giggles, I looked up my New Year’s Eve post from last year.  In said post, I outlined my hopes for 2009.  Some of those hopes came to fruition (Wes and I expanding our family) and some didn’t (My Dad’s cancer did not run away).

I would say, though, that even with my Dad’s passing and saying goodbye to Doc, we had a pretty good year.  I was blessed enough to get to take one more trip out to see my Dad before he passed away.  We found out that we’re expecting a super-cute baby boy and that pregnancy agrees with me.  Wes finished school and ended the year with a big certification exam victory.

I mean, yeah, this year was not free from speed bumps.  It was, however, a good year.  We still have our house, we have our health, we have our son (and his health), and we have each other and our families.  No, we still don’t have cable TV and it’s been awhile since we took a vacation, but shoot.  Life is good, and I’m not complaining.

That being said, I still have hopes for 2010.  It’s a whole new decade, you know.  At this time ten years ago, I was a 14 year old girl who had just moved to Washington with her mom and her mom’s creepy boyfriend.  I spent New Year’s Eve on the computer, listlessly waiting for someone to sign on to AOL Instant Messenger so I could chat with someone.  Anyone.

Ten years later, I have a rakishly handsome husband, a very busy baby boy kicking my ribs, and a bottle of Martinelli’s with my name on it.  We’re staying in this year due to my propensity for degrading into a toddler after 11 pm, and I have no doubt we’ll have a splendid time doing it.

Here are my hopes for 2010:

  • A healthy baby and a safe delivery of said baby.
  • A good job for Wes.
  • A strong finish in school and good job for my brother.
  • The ability to endure the 30 Day Shred with Wes once the baby’s here.
  • To ring in the New Year next year having lost all my baby weight.
  • An excellent year for my company, including a successful site re-launch and doubled traffic.
  • A tenable solution for what I’m going to do at work next year when the baby’s here.

Much like with last year, I have no idea how these hopes will shake out.  Some may happen, some probably won’t.  The nice thing is, it’s a whole new year.  There’s nothing but the opportunity for great things to come.  I look forward to seeing what’s ahead, and though I know there will of course be challenges to overcome, there will be joy too.

What do you hope for next year?

Bubble Baths and Playgrounds

Hey there, would you look at that?  The year is almost over!  Like, tomorrow is the last day of 2009!  A whole decade, which for me was characterized by growing up from teen to young adult, is a hairsbreadth from being kaput.

As I stare down January, in all its fresh start, resolution-ridden, cold weather profuse glory, I can’t help but feel a bit apprehensive.  January means a little something more for us this year.  It means we have two months (maybe less) to get a lot of stuff figured out before everything we know changes.

I…well, it’s very safe to say I dislike change.  I don’t like switching jobs, I keep an extremely clean house because I don’t like it when things move, and if a plan changes I get upset if I don’t have time to process it first.  It’s borderline autistic, but it’s how I get things done.

As January begins with February hot on its heels, I’m feeling ever so slightly out of my league.  I know my life right now.  I’m a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend, and an employee.  I’d like to think I’m pretty darn good at these roles.  I have no idea how I’m going to be as a mother.

I’m fairly certain that becoming a mother won’t change much how I behave as a daughter, a sister, or a friend, but it’s sure as heck going to change my role as a wife and employee.  These two roles are the most pervasive in my day to day life, and the upcoming shift has me feeling a little unprepared.

I make no secret of the fact that I love my job.  I love what I do, I adore the people I work with, it’s all around just very good sauce.  They’ve been patient with me in establishing my plan for when the baby is here, which is good since I’ve tried very hard to not think about what I’m going to do once Squishy is here.

I mean, it’s just so difficult to imagine what life is going to be like once this little baby is out and about.  I can easily imagine working.  I know all about that.  I have no idea about motherhood.

I’m sure there are some people who slip into motherhood like it’s a warm bath they’ve been looking forward to all day.  I hope I’m one of them.  I just feel like I’ve never seen a bath before and have no idea how deep it is because of all the bubbles.  And rubber duckies.  And I don’t know how to swim.  And did I mention the bubbles?

Obviously this baby is going to come whether I’m ready or not, and I’ll jump in with both feet because that’s how I roll.  But for now, in this deep breath before the plunge (a.k.a. the last eight weeks of pregnancy) I feel like it’s the first day of kindergarten and I’m not quite sure how to behave on the playground just yet.

So there you go.  How do I feel about my impending motherhood?  Bubble baths and playgrounds.  That just about sums it up.

Victory in 3D

Sorry about not posting yesterday.  You see, I was too busy celebrating.  With my handsome husband.  Who just so happened to freaking rock the heck out his huge exam yesterday.

That’s right, he met his foe on the battlefield, pitted his wits against it, and emerged victorious with a nearly perfect score.  Take that, Microsoft certification exam!

Now that this exam is behind him, Wes can officially start looking for work as a software developer because not only is he now qualified as a software developer, he also has the credentials to back it up.  He wants to take five more exams after this one so that he’s qualified as a super-hero developer or somesuch, but this was the big one and he nailed it.

We spent the day at the super-fancy mall around here, soaking up the revelry and commerce, and then went to see Avatar in 3D.  It was a really fun movie to watch, but either my eyes are broken or the projectors were slightly out of focus because a lot of the movie just looked kind of blurry.

Needless to say, I’m really going to enjoy watching the movie again on DVD.  When I won’t spend half the movie closing my eyes to avoid the blur, and where I won’t miss crucial parts of the plot because of my many bathroom breaks.

Now we are left with wonderful things to celebrate.  We’re making a special dinner of beef-ale stew with green onion buttermilk dumplings for dinner in honor of it being Christmas Eve and all, we’re spending all day tomorrow with his family to celebrate Christmas, and then on Monday we get to sneak a peek at what our little Squishy is up to.

Seriously, life doesn’t get much better than this.

Blissed Out

Would you like to know how I spent my afternoon?  I spent a good portion of it lying on the couch, alternating between sleeping and resting with my eyes closed.  The rest of it was spent puttering around the house doing various and sundry projects.

Seriously though, that nap was magical.  Almost as good as the nap I took yesterday afternoon.

Why, you ask, do I have the luxury of napping my afternoons away?  Because my job is awesome.  My company gives everyone the last two weeks of the year off, and the best part is that it’s paid time off.  How could you not love a company who pays you to nap all afternoon?

I remember this time last year with fondness, though I think this break will be far better.  Last year I got stir-crazy less than a week into the vacation time and was chomping at the bit to return to work by the time January rolled around.

This year finds me blissed out on baby hormones and really savoring the ability to shut my eyes whenever and wherever my body deems it necessary.  Which is often.  And everywhere.

I do have projects planned for the time off, however, just to keep things interesting.  For example, I’m planning to start calling and scheduling interviews with pediatricians tomorrow.  I hear this is kind of important to get squared away before the baby gets here, so I might as well schedule the interviews for next week when I know I’ll have time.

I am also in the process of deep-cleaning the house to help me cope with Doc being gone.  I did this with my Dad’s house after he passed away and it drove my brother crazy, but this is how I cope.  I clean things.  I organize.  I restore order to the outside world so I can deal with the chaos of my emotions.

It’s probably strange, but it works for me.

While I putter and sleep, Wes continues to study.  He missed passing his huge exam by one measly question on Saturday, and is scheduled to re-take it tomorrow morning.  Where others might be intimidated or discouraged by not passing, Wes is determined.  I have a feeling this test will be destroyed tomorrow by the time he’s done with it.

I told Wes that the first test attempt was really just a reconnaissance mission, to scope out the enemy’s weaknesses.  Now that he knows the lay of the land, he’s going to crush that test and I, for one, can’t wait to see him do it.

Fond Farewell to a Friend

Wait!  Before you grab the tissues, let me just preface this post by saying that we did not have to put down Doc Holliday this weekend.  That said, he’s still gone.

When Wes decided we were ready to give Doc up, he investigated a whole herd of dog rescue groups in the area, leaving messages and hoping someone would call him back and offer to fix Doc up and find him a new home.  No one did.

Doc continued to deteriorate, and we made the grim decision to take him to the Humane Society to be euthanized.  Just as a precaution, I called them first to make sure they would actually assist us with this as he was neither extremely old nor extremely ill.

They surprised the pants off me by saying they were willing to take responsibility for Doc, get him the surgeries he needs, and then find him a new home.  When I told this news to Wes, I could visibly see a weight taken off his shoulders.  This was the best possible scenario, and it was staring us in the face.

We made an appointment, and we’ll be dropping him off this afternoon to start his road to recovery.  The conditions of the Humane Society taking him stipulate that he goes to a different home after the surgery, but we’re honestly fine with that.  He’ll likely need more vet care in the future and we’re not in a position to pay for that for him.

So that’s where we’re at.  I’m standing at the precipice of my second big goodbye of the year, but this one is entirely different.  It’ll definitely be strange coming home to a dog-less house, but this is the end of our journey with Doc.

We watched him run…

Doc 6 Months 3

We watched him grow…

Doc Holliday 7 Weeks 4

And now it’s time to watch him go…

Puppy ShenanigansWe’ll miss him a lot.