Yoga

The first week of summer break is coming to a close already. So many great things have happened this week, now granted they are quite small, but it isn't the size that matters right? For instance, I've made a commitment to myself to exercise (in the form of walking/jogging) 3-4 days a week and to take a yoga class one day a week. So far I've accomplished that goal this week and I'm very excited. I have always viewed exercise is something I need to do but don't want to do. Well I still kinda view it that way, but I'm realizing the importance of it. Say for instance like brushing your teeth. It isn't necessarily a ball of fun, but you do it because you know you need to, plus your breath smells better afterward! Same for exercising.

I mentioned yoga. Well let me tell you about the yoga experience I had on Thursday. I took an hour and fifteen minute yoga class with eight other people and a very pleasant instructor. Its the kind of yoga where you do it in a heated room, just fyi. I'm picturing going to this class and being surrounded by stay at home soccer moms (all of which drive BMWs and have 3 carat diamoned rings and have fake baked for their entire lives or have just gotten back from a three week vacay to Fiji) who have done yoga for years and years and are absolutely perfect at it. I also pictured the instructor "leading" the class by being up front and going through all the motions as we go through them so we know what the hell to do and how to do it. I also thought that ya the room will be hot and I'll probably sweat a good deal but nothing too terribly bad. And as far as me, well I feared showing up with the Wal-Mart special yoga mat and wearing the wrong attire for yoga. Well this was not how it was. First off, there were three men in this yoga class along with women of varying ages, ethnicities, and socio-economics statuses. Whoo I can breathe a sigh of relief. The stay at home hot ass soccer moms won't be there to look down their tanned noses at me and my teacher salary! My attire was not necessarily the picture perfect attire for yoga, but it was alright. I know what I need to do differently next time for sure. And my yoga mat didn't really look any different than the others (except I didn't put a towel over my yoga mat like everyone else did......more on that in a minute). So, all in all, things were looking pretty good at the beginning. Yes the room was a little warm, but nothing unbearable. I didn't feel like I was doing yoga in the Sahara Desert or anything. My instructor did not instruct us at the front of the class and show us how to do everything. She walked around the room assisting people and verbally telling us what poses to go into. I had to look at my neighbor to see what I was supposed to be doing. After about the first twenty minutes of class I realized why everyone had put a towel over their mat. Sweat! I'm not talking about a little persperation or glistening, I'm talking about water pouring off of my body from every possible sweat gland I possess. I looked down at one point and the tops of my feet were sweating. My forearms were even sweating. And then my mat started to get sweat on it from my sweating body. My hands and feet started to slide around which made some of the poses impossible to complete. Now I know why everyone had a towel over their mat! I will be bringing one next time for sure. At the end of the class I was so soaking wet that I really thought I had been outside walking in the rain or running through a sprinkler on a hot summer day. Neither of these had happened. It was my own sweat. And there was lots of it. I don't think I've sweat that much since I was doing gymnastics in the middle of summer in Amarillo. So, by the very end of the class (which I had no idea when that was because there were NO CLOCKS in the yoga room) I was in fact doing yoga in the Sahara Desert! I walked away drenched, a little sore, and feeling pretty damn good that I had actually survived it. This morning I am so incredibly sore. My abs are sore. I had no idea I had even worked my abs, but apparently I did. Every muscle in my body is sore, yet I still plan on going back and doing it all over again next week!

Maybe one of these days I will be a hardcore yoga guru. In the meantime, me and my Wal-Mart special yoga mat (with towel over it) will do as best we can.

Again, I'm back.

I could not remember my password so after a few emails I was able to reset and log in! More interesting and funny posts to come in the near future.

It's been a while........

since I've written anything on here. I've been crazy busy with the new baby in my life. He is three months old and has definitely stolen my heart. The first few weeks were really really hard and quite an adjustment (I thought my life was over to be honest), but now things are leveling off and going well.

I'm on Christmas break right now which is great. I knew there were a few reasons why I am a teacher still..........this would be one of them. I'm greatly enjoying staying home with Brett and just chillin. He takes a couple of hour long naps throughout the day so I can at least do some laundry and straighten up the house every now and then, but that is about it.

I of course didn't want to go back to work, but I had to, so I just sucked it up and did it. It would be nice if I could stay at home, but that can't happen right now. And besides, I wouldn't have anyone to gossip about and with if I did that.

My New Year's resolution is of course to lose the baby weight. I lost like 20-25 lbs. within the first two weeks and then I haven't lost a pound since. I need to lose 20 lbs. to be back to my pre-pregnancy weight, but I would love to lose 30 lbs. total. We'll see how that goes. I'm just going to watch what I eat and exercise and hopefully that will do the trick.

My friend Candice and I workout everyday (try to) after school in my classroom. It is seriously the only time I have to workout. I have zero time for anything during the week.

Hopefully I'll be able to write more in the future, but we will see.

Tomorrow!

I am being induced tomorrow morning. I am so very excited about this and at the same time nervous as hell! Tomorrow is my actual due date which is cool and it is also my mother-in-law's birthday so she will be super excited if he does in fact arrive on her birthday. I'm hoping for a regular labor/delivery, no marathons wanted here, but obviously I can't control that. I think my husband is more nervous about the whole ordeal than I am...........or maybe I'm just in denial. I like to go with the whole ignorance is bliss thing. Seems to be working thus far. The one thing I won't enjoy much is the hospital stay. I really don't like hospitals. I find them so depressing. Guess that is another reason why I never went into the medical field. I'm also a bit concerned about the hospital food. Will it be edible?

I'm trying very hard not to think about school at all for the first week of my maternity leave, but it is very difficult. I want my long-term sub to do well and have a good experience like I had when I was a long-term sub. Also, I am very territorial when it comes to my classroom. I like it neat and orderly and I don't like it in a disarray..................I hope she feels the same way about it too.

I'm off to go do a few more chores that need to be done before I come home with a BRAND NEW BABY!

almost over

not summer, but my pregnancy. it has gone by really quickly. I'm officially about a month away from my due date, so in my mind it could happen any time between now and then. I'm hoping to make it to at least Aug 18th (start of school for teachers anyway). Nothing fits anymore. I can't really get away with wearing tank tops and shorts to school, unfortunately, so that means I'll have to go get some new clothes for like three weeks of being pregnant. It is becoming more and more difficult to shave my legs and I can't even think about painting my toenails.........its hard enough to see my toes let alone get down to them. the only shoes that are comfortable are flip flops. if i'm on my feet too much they swell up to the size of a cantalope (each one) and I have cankles. heartburn is a new word to me. i never had it before i was pregnant, but now i'm surprised if i don't have it when i go to bed. tums is one of my new best friends. my ass has grown exponentially. i've started to do the pregnant waddle. i spend more time in the bathroom than in any other room in our house.........not even the kitchen. i make sure that there is plenty of room between me and the table when we sit in booths at restaurants. i've begun to crave anything that contains alcohol...........even a straight shot of tequila. those horribly mean people that drink around me should have a one way ticket to hell for that kind of torture. i used to not mind it so much, but now after eight months of being alcohol free, i'm ready for some damn alcohol. breathing has become more difficult also. i'd rather not take the stairs because i don't want to huff and puff when i get to the top. and to think people call this a miracle and a special time in your life and some even go so far as to say that you're at your most beautiful when you're 'with child'. ha! forty pounds ago i was a lot more beautiful. i didn't have this thick, coarse hair and all these pimples from lovely hormones either. its a wonder that people have more than one child!

summer is almost over

As I acknowledge the fact that today is Aug. 1st, I realize that school is just around the corner. This summer has gone by extremely fast; it feels like yesterday I was packing up my room for the summer break. Now I will be unpacking it for the start of another year. So many things will be different this school year: new principals, old friends not being there, new people in our department, new baby, etc. etc. I must confess that I'm kind of ready for school to start. Don't get me wrong, the idea of having to wake up at 5:30 makes me want to hurl, but I guess I'm just ready to have a 'purpose' again. Besides there is nothing good on television during the day anyway, so why not work? I'm sure two weeks into school starting I will regret ever having said that I was ready. And I don't dare say it in front of my friends; I think they would kill me on the spot. My summer has been good, very very uneventful but good. I definitely needed the break. I guess another reason I'm ready for school to start is because that means the closer I am to my due date. I'm ready for this baby to come out and see me and his dad. I haven't hated being pregnant. I've had a very easy pregnancy for sure, but I'm ready for it to be over and I'm ready to hold him in my arms instead of in my uterus. Now if there was just some way I could skip the whole labor and delivery portion of this process and just go from being pregnant to having a baby, that would be fantastic.

The other day Andy and I were at Babies R Us (our new favorite store) shopping for some things and we stumbled across some Halloween costumes for babies. I am shocked seeing as how it is only August 1st, but I guess the earlier the better. We found several cute costumes for our unborn child, but decided to wait. This whole experience sparked a conversation between my husband and me on the subject of what we dressed up as for Halloween. I must say that every once in a while as an adult I unlock one of those treasured little gems in my memory that I've completely forgotten about (or blocked) and get to laugh about it now that I'm older. This is exactly what happened when we were talking about our old costumes.

I remember vividly that one Halloween before I was in school I wanted to be a ballerina. My cousins who were a few years older than me were having a big Halloween party at their house and I was invited of course. I was super excited because I had never been to a Halloween party before and because I got to wear my costume. I'm not really sure what possessed my mom to do this (probably lack of funding I'm guessing) but she went out and bought a pajama set that looked like a ballerina costume. It had a shirt and matching pink pants that were footed and it had been screen printed to look like a ballerina costume. It even had a flap of a "two-two" built in. I didn't know any better so I thought this costume was awesome. I was a ballerina just like I wanted to be. Well the night of the Halloween party came and I excitedly dressed in my costume......err.......pajamas and my mom informed me that I had to wear tennis shoes over the footed pajama part because she didn't want my feet to hurt or for me to get stickers. So reluctantly I put my tennis shoes on over the faux ballerina slippers and we went to the party. Everything was going great until my future arch nemesis Carrie Mullins showed up to the party. She was also a ballerina, except her mom didn't buy her pajamas. She had on the real deal with a real two-two and real ballerina slippers (that bitch). I was so envious and devastated all at the same time. Here she was an actual ballerina and here I was some kid in her pajamas with her tennis shoes on. Come on! And that is my very first memory of Carrie Mullins and I never liked her. I told this scarring story to my husband and I was laughing so hard I was literally crying. Thank God for being able to look back on parts of your life and laugh, even if it involved wearing pajamas on Halloween. Thanks mom!

Baby shower

Today my two great friends hosted a baby shower in my honor. It was so great. I had such a good time and enjoyed everyone being there. The two hostesses did a fantastic job with everything and I was so impressed and thankful. I received some really great stuff (I'm very descriptive can't you tell) and got to eat some yummy food as well. What could be better? Thanks to all of you who came and thanks to my two fabulous, fantastic hostesses! I was very impressed.