Wednesday, October 22, 2008


Hello, my name is Jessica and I am an avid people watcher.

"Hello, Jessica."

It's true.  Sometimes when I go out to run errands I get excited about what kind of things I will encounter with people in society -- whether they intend to be noticed or not.  I watch people in their cars (which I do more frequently these days because my husband usually drives us places), I watch people in the store, wherever.  There are times that I think back to college and if I had to do it all over again and think maybe I would have been a sociology major... or probably not.  I could write a book on people, I think.

It's not that I am staring at people by any means.  I have this uncanny knack to notice things.  Although, one might dispute that when I cannot find my keys and they are laying in plain sight on the counter.  Sheesh.  My husband wonders if I pay attention in church sometimes because I notice what the children are doing or this or that.  When I can then tell him details from the sermon he shakes his head and replies, "I still don't know how you do that."  Such is life.

I tell you all this to set you up for my latest encounter.  Public bathrooms are not my favorite place and not usually a place one sets up to people watch.  Well, I didn't really watch this person but rather observed her actions from within my own little stall.  If given the opportunity, I will usually wait until the bathroom is clear to do my business.  A girl likes a little privacy.  Anyway, I listened as the woman next to me was leaving.  I noticed her fun little shoes and off she went.  Wait.  The door opened.  She's gone.  I missed something.  ARGH!  She didn't wash her hands!!  Now, I am pretty sure she out in the store thumbing through fabrics and spreading the germs.  Yuck.  I may not have thought it so bad had the craft store bathroom been even slightly pristine but that was not the case. 

I am not one most would consider a germaphobic-type.  I could probably handle it if someone "forgot" to wash their hands at home but would obviously prefer them not to forget said step in leaving the bathroom.  I mean, what do you do when you go camping and you forget the "wet-ones" among other things.  Sigh.

With all that to say as I continued my shopping business I was looking for the woman's cute little shoes which would not be hard to find.  It's probably a good thing that I didn't spot her.  It's probably better not to have a face with the action this time.  It helps me to think maybe she left the store without touching anything.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Photo Shoot

So, we have figured out that our little girl will most likely be a little "ham" when it comes to the camera.  Just like her mama when she was little.  This could be entertaining.

We had a fun "family ultrasound" on Saturday.  My dad came in from New Mexico for it and of course Husband's parents were there, too.  It was a fun time to have an extended time to watch Little Flower bounce around, stretch, and even yawn a bit.  The tech said she was fun to watch and she had a great time taking photos of her.  What a delight to see her and know that everything is going well inside.

In this particular photo it seems as though Little Flower is blocking her face from the sound waves.  It was amazing to see some of her facial features in other photos but her long, little fingers amaze me in this one.  We found out that she is breech but we are not too worried about that yet because she still has just under three months to turn herself around.  But it made "taking her picture" a little easier, I think.  If you want to see more of these photos you can log into Flickr to check them out.  Of course, if you need to be invited to see our photos just let me know and I will be more than happy to "let you in."

As if this wasn't enough excitement for the weekend, we celebrated my dad's birthday while he was here which was fun - as he will be in Louisiana (or on the way back from there) on his actual birthday.  We spent a lot of time together as a family, playing games, looking at baby stuff, eating, and enjoying the unusual, yet more than welcome, cooler temperatures.

The weekend was quite grand, I would say.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Belly on Up to the Bar

... almost literally!

Husband and I began the first night of four (over the next few weeks) of child birth classes.  The lady teaching our class was a trip.  She said that she would only be teaching that first night -- which I am kind of bummed and glad about.  She recently retired as a nurse and is a spitfire.  I was pretty sure she was on something - not really, but you know what I mean.

We had to laugh when she was telling us stories of what kinds of things they used to give women in labor back in the day when she started her nursing career.  One in particular was the giving of alcohol and moms would just be drunk as a skunk when they delivered.  I cannot remember if it was to slow contractions or to get them to relax or what.  But she did a great impersonation of what this might look like.  She agonized over the fact that it would tap right into the main IV line.  It was kind of funny.

So, we are thankful that there have been other advances in medicine since then.