BSL

I've read that there are lots of moms with this condition. It plagues your brain with thoughts of strollers, cribs, bedding, car seats and clothes all day long. And, somehow while browsing online your mouse only has access to the purchases that cannot be justified to the huz. "But look how CUTE $700 bedding is!"
I've heard it called "baby stroller lust" but in my case it's just "Baby Stuff Lust"

User Advisory Warning

Do not eat 4 Krispy Kreme's in one sitting just because your husband brought them home for you. It's now 12:45 and I feel as though I haven't slept for days.

Engrish

A friend sent me a very funny website. It's engrish.com and hilarious. These pictures are not doctored but just a picture of how difficult is can be to translate Asian languages into English, and the confusion it sometimes causes.

Check it out!

engrish.com

Change of Plans

So, the nurse called from the OB clinic today. Looks like I'm "high risk" and will be going to Seoul for my Dr. appointments. Which for me medically, that's great. A real OBGYN and possibly the Dr. that will be delivering me. It just stinks for logistics and Carter because I have to hope and pray that I can get a sitter (or a spot in the CDC) every time I have an appt. It's an all day event and just kind of a hassle to do, but if that's what's best...

Ramblings about my boring life

We had a spouse briefing today that lasted 8 hours. Luckily Cory was able to stay at home with the kiddo and there was a lot of useful information we gained. We learned about everything Korea and the base offers, which is quite a lot compared to most bases. We have all kinds of trips and activities being planned all the time. We're planning on actually venturing outside of "right out of the gate" this weekend to Yongsan. They have a furniture store, a store that military spouses put together with items they buy and ship back from all of Asia, and a lot of other Korean culture, stores, and shopping right off base. We were taught how to handle emergencies and where to go if you're sick. I learned that if you have a baby at a Korean hospital (which are very high tech supposedly) you probably won't get an epidural. More on having babies here:
I saw my NP here at Osan yesterday and am feeling a little better about the idea of having a baby over here. She was very knowledgeable and conservative and told me that considering my previous 'record' they'd be extra cautious. What normally happens here is that you see the NP here until 32-34 weeks and then they send you to Yongsan to see an actual OBGYN the last few weeks. Then, around 38 weeks they send you to live in the "Storks Nest" to wait to what my husband calls "to pickle". The NP said they'd probably end up sending me at 36 weeks just to be safe so I don't end up having to have a baby in a taxi on the sometimes 3 hour drive to Seoul. That makes me feel a lot better as well. I kept having thoughts about going early and not making it to the hospital. So far everything looks great with baby (although we had a scare - it took her two tries of about 5 minutes each to find the heartbeat, baby was hiding behind one of MY arteries) and the Chinese Birth Calendar says we're having another boy. We'll have to wait another 8 weeks until we find out for sure, but we'll see.

For dessert this evening...

we have radioactive tapioca!
This is what Cory ordered for dessert last night at a local Thai restaurant:




Carter and I really liked it actually. It tasted kind of like warm lime Jell-o tapioca . As you may have noticed I said that Cory ordered this dessert and Carter and I ate it. That's how it works when you have a pregnant wife and toddler. We eat your food.

Ashamed

I finally did something yesterday I swore I would never do. Well, indirectly swore. When these things came out, I was a freshman at the "W" and I remember seeing them in that dress store right on the corner downtown. I kept thinking to myself...Who in the world would pay that amount of money for THOSE? I mean, maybe they're cute for $5, but not $50. I hated them for a while and thought that people who wore them must have been born sans a brain. But yesterday I bought these for Carter:



While my actual promise was to never wear these on my own feet, it's just as hypocritical to let your kid wear them. But, in my own 3rd grade logical defense: Every other kid on the playground has a pair!