Baby Brain or Baby on the Brain?

People say that baby brain is a phenomena that happens during pregnancy and I do have it. There are certain things that I don't quite get the first time...and I used to. My husband is always smirking because I say things differently and stumble on words. I totally have baby brain!

Another thing has occured though, my brain is focused on what's important vs. what should be shed from my life. I recently discovered pop music as one of those things. Don't get me wrong, I love hearing the music, but the image behind it is just downright annoying. I'm not sure I want to see another person parading across a stage in a leotard with no pants singing about something they don't know anything about let alone compose his or herself.

Weldon thinks that I don't have baby brain at all, that I'm growing up. Whatever it is, I'm totally over the Lady Gaga aggravation- she's so desperate to be different that she has totally hidden who she really is behind some ghastly, cryptic image that has no real theme. What if my child tries to do that?!!! Weldon and I look at these people and laugh; we totally don't take them seriously. How did we get this way? How will mini-me get this way? Not by living in a bubble, I'm sure, but there's got to be a fine line between over-exposure to trash and protection from trivial pursuits. What a balance!!!

From now on, my iPod will be set on something that promotes peace, entertainment, and understanding...at the same time. It's just that I don't want my baby thinking that the standard out there is a leotard, no pants, and the cheesy illuminati gang of celebrities. Don't get me wrong, I plan on being a role model for my child, but I have to be honest with myself about how realistic that is. After all, when I was twelve years old I wasn't looking at my mama and daddy for any advice on how to handle my 3rd-period crush.

I'm sure this new revelation is based loosely on my raging hormonal level but as of right now I'm annoyed and done with Pop. Gosh, who knew that I would be so overprotective of a 14-week old fetus? I don't even recognize myself (not just because there are zits all over my face).

To the beat of 'Tik Tok'

Wake up in the morning feeling like Bette Midler

Outside my window there's construction and its making me iller

All I need in my life is a little more sleep

'Cause trust me when I say this baby's making me weak

I'm talkin bustin' out of all my clothes, clothes

Boogies coming out my nose, nose

Can never get quite so coz-y

My husband thinks my brain is crazy

People lookin' at my belly

Tryin' to figure out if I'm chubb-yyyyyy

Tik Tok on the clock

Ziggy's coming in 6 months

Can't stop going pee

I think i'm going crazy

Can't stop eating pizza if you try to tell me no it's like ooooh noo, oooh no!

Ain't got a bra in my drawer that can fit from last year

Ain't got no pants that I don't have to unzip, my dear

And now here all the questions trying to find out the gender

I just kick 'em to the curb cause I ain't got an idear

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE

You wake me up, to ask me what?

Excuse me, boy you are crazy?

Next time you need to ask me, please

Before I go into dream sleep

REPEAT CHORUS

Oil Spill- Not Really Over

Okay, so I'm really happy that the cap is working in the gulf so far. That is very encouraging because I was starting to be sick with worry about the future of our country and the marine life out there. Phew!

On another note, the oil spill on my face is still going strong...ugh! My sister says that acne comes with the territory in the first trimester...um...I thought week 13 was the 2nd??? Why is my forehead still resembling a golden avocado?!

Honestly speaking, acne, nausea (minus the barfing), and fatigue are my only complaints thus far, so technically I'm doing great, but still! I am tired of rubbing my nose and coming away with a puddle of oil on my fingertips. Ziggy, give mommy a break!

Believe it or not, my scalp is more oily as well. Weird, huh?! I've always leaned on the oily side of the spectrum when it came to hair, but this is something new. Everyone else seems to have more volume and a nice shine to their hair during pregnancy; my hair is more like a cotton ball that has been dipped in betadine solution- not cute. Hopefully I will have a turn to have luscious baby-induced locks. We'll see...

I gotta go, we are getting the house sprayed down with bug repellant and hubby doesn't want Ziggy and me to sniff too much. Perhaps a pedi while I wait?!

Intro to Barberville

Life

I am STILL somewhere between 20 and 30, but only for one more year. Yes, that's right, I'm 29 years old. What better way to say 'goodbye' to my twenties than to say 'hello' to motherhood? You got it again, I'm pregnant! I didn't plan on being pregnant longer than about 2 months, who knew hubby would hit the jackpot that fast?! Sooooo...we are now kicked into high gear, which is not a problem at all, just a little shocking.

My occupation is a teacher, a middle school Spanish teacher. I love it. In typical American fashion I do, however, want more out of life. The usual fame and fortune in any particular order wouldn't hurt, but until that time I'm content in my career and happy on a daily basis. I am grateful to have a career and not a job, employment instead of the contrary, and the ability to speak the beautiful Spanish language. I am truly blessed and looking forward to using my talents and abilities in other avenues of life in the near future. Like writing, singing, and momming. Yes, I invented a new verb, which I think is long overdue. Moms, you're welcome.

Love

I am happily married. It's been three years since I walked down the aisle and still every night feels like a slumber party. I can honestly say that I am in the 'soulmate' crew- Weldon is the one that was crafted for me. Holler if you feel me, married ladies! Single ladies, DON'T SETTLE. Ever.
Since we are on the subject of love I find it necessary to give a shout out to my gray cat, Alexander the Great, he is truly a little piece of my life that I am grateful to have; I will always cherish the time I have spent with him (6 years and counting).
Also, a new love has entered my life so suddenly and has drastically changed me forever- Ziggy. Weldon and I named our unborn child after the second phase of gestation in which the baby is a zygote, because we are both silly and when I first found out I was pregnant I corrected Weldon one morning when he said, "Tell the fetus I said to have a good day." "No baby," I replied, "It is only a zygote right now." Thus, Ziggy, the zygote became a household name and 9-month nickname for our baby, because we won't be finding out the gender. We have always wanted to be surprised and here goes the battle of the onesie- pink or blue??? We'll have to shop online from the hospital, I guess!

The Pursuit of Happiness

Oh my goodness. I have done it all in an effort to find the ever-latent, mysterious, free, and fulfilling 'happiness'. When I was just me I travelled the world- kissing foreign cheeks as the Spaniards do, kneeling before thousands of candles at the Notre Dame Cathedral, blasphemed a German castle, and indulged in the frivolties of the Netherlands. I searched high and low for myself and my love and for peace- sometimes soliciting the help of whatever liquid or smokey substance that could push me along. Ultimately, I found me the same place The Alchemist found it...my own backyard. I never lost me. Funny, huh? Oh well...I had fun 'living like I was dying', so I won't dare complain.

As a married woman I am now soaring like an eagle, my Aerie is the home I share with Weldon and Alex. I am the queen but I have responsibilities, too. Some of my royal duties include laundry, cooking, cleaning, exercising, and communicating with my boys so they know they are loved. It ain't easy being a queen!!! I wish I had a few maids-in-waiting to help! Maybe Ziggy will be a girl...lol! I feel it necessary to be cheesy by saying that the wind beneath my wings is my husband. He is so much fun and so unselfish and so I don't have to deal with dead-weight-drama at home. Life is too hard and so I'm grateful to have peace on the homefront.

Now, I am entering into mommyhood and I am so unbelievably stoked. Wow. I am so ready for this baby and this new phase in my life. Tonight I was at the bookstore and I got butterflies in my stomach as I walked into the children's section. I will one day have a munchkin of my own to read to! Just that alone gives me great joy. It's so funny because I am an innately selfish person, yet this baby is already in the driver's seat. I am so done with 'Alissa' it's almost miraculous. Anything I do now is only for Ziggy, who is only 13 weeks along. Crazy, huh?!


By now you have noticed that I am long-winded. I just wanted to give a thorough introduction to myself. Please, follow me, but only if you are curious about a gal from nowhere on a journey through life, and in love, and pursuing happiness.