Jeff just got an article he and a few of his colleagues wrote accepted at Criminology, the top journal in his field! Just thought I'd share that morsel of great news with you all. What a great birthday present for him!
Love,
Kerri
Monday, April 18, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
One down, two to go
Though I think everyone on here knows, Jeff submitted his dissertation, so he is, in the words of the cheesy bumper sticker he is going to proudly pick up from the editorial office, "Phinally Done!" We're really excited, and it's really nice to see pieces of the old Jeff resurfacing. Yay for return to normalcy (at least for the next three months)!
Graduation is April 29th, and I know you all can't make it, but if you want to watch the ceremony on the live webcast you can do so by clicking on the "Advanced Degrees Ceremony" link here: http://www.registrar.ufl.edu/commencement/. Of course, the webcast won't be available until 4:00 EST on the 29th, but it might be neat to see Dr. Ward officially become Dr. Ward, even if it is from afar.
As far as pregnancy updates go, I am getting larger by the minute. I took a certification test today, and the woman who checked me in thought I was about to go into labor. She seemed worried I was in her testing room until I told her I was only six months. Yesterday I tried to find a dress to wear to graduation, but the ones I tried on made me look 20 months pregnant, so I'm still on the hunt. I've lost a lot of my appetite, so eating enough has become a bit of a struggle, but Jeff is doing a good job of counting my caloric intake to be sure I get enough for the babes.
Here's a picture of our furbaby, who can't wait to see the family again!
And, here is a picture to make you laugh. How ridiculous do I look?
Love you all!
Graduation is April 29th, and I know you all can't make it, but if you want to watch the ceremony on the live webcast you can do so by clicking on the "Advanced Degrees Ceremony" link here: http://www.registrar.ufl.edu/commencement/. Of course, the webcast won't be available until 4:00 EST on the 29th, but it might be neat to see Dr. Ward officially become Dr. Ward, even if it is from afar.
As far as pregnancy updates go, I am getting larger by the minute. I took a certification test today, and the woman who checked me in thought I was about to go into labor. She seemed worried I was in her testing room until I told her I was only six months. Yesterday I tried to find a dress to wear to graduation, but the ones I tried on made me look 20 months pregnant, so I'm still on the hunt. I've lost a lot of my appetite, so eating enough has become a bit of a struggle, but Jeff is doing a good job of counting my caloric intake to be sure I get enough for the babes.
Here's a picture of our furbaby, who can't wait to see the family again!
And, here is a picture to make you laugh. How ridiculous do I look?
Love you all!
Sunday, April 3, 2011
My Not-So-Little Jumping Beans
We had a doctor's appointment this past Friday. They're starting to put me on rotation so I can meet other doctors in the event that mine is unavailable on the day we deliver. This was the first time I had my belly measured; she said I am measuring 26 weeks, about 2 weeks larger than my actual gestation period (I don't think this has anything to do with when I will deliver; it is just a measurement of my size, and I'm naturally larger because I'm carrying two). We didn't get to see much of the babies, but we did see their hearts and the tops of their heads.
According to our books, they're each hovering around 1.25 to 1.5 pounds, and their crown-to-rump length is about 8.5 inches. Eek! They're moving around bunches these days, but only really when I'm resting. It looks like there is popcorn in my belly with the amount of kicks/punches you can see from the outside. Even Mac has felt it.
According to our books, they're each hovering around 1.25 to 1.5 pounds, and their crown-to-rump length is about 8.5 inches. Eek! They're moving around bunches these days, but only really when I'm resting. It looks like there is popcorn in my belly with the amount of kicks/punches you can see from the outside. Even Mac has felt it.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Week 23ish
Things have been pretty tough this week. Work has been kicking my butt, and the babes have been kicking my back. Add to that a cold that feels like a kick in the head, and that's pretty much where I stand.
I got news this week that the hospital where I deliver requires mothers of twins to have epidurals, which is a bit of a bummer. On top of that, only the husband will be able to be in the delivery/operating room, so things aren't quite turning out as I had hoped. In the long run, it will all be fine, but nobody told me to get ready for all these curveballs, so I'm a bit taken aback by unexpected hiccups.
I'm going to go home tonight and find a comfortable position (read: either on my left side or right side), finish my book, and sleep a bunch (read: when I'm not on a bathroom trip, which is all too common these days as well). This weekend is the Mothers of Multiples Yard Sale, so we may be going there to try to snag some good deals on things we still need. Beyond that, I think this will be a stay-at-home kind of weekend, which is much needed at this point.
I'm done complaining. Hope all is well with you guys.
I got news this week that the hospital where I deliver requires mothers of twins to have epidurals, which is a bit of a bummer. On top of that, only the husband will be able to be in the delivery/operating room, so things aren't quite turning out as I had hoped. In the long run, it will all be fine, but nobody told me to get ready for all these curveballs, so I'm a bit taken aback by unexpected hiccups.
I'm going to go home tonight and find a comfortable position (read: either on my left side or right side), finish my book, and sleep a bunch (read: when I'm not on a bathroom trip, which is all too common these days as well). This weekend is the Mothers of Multiples Yard Sale, so we may be going there to try to snag some good deals on things we still need. Beyond that, I think this will be a stay-at-home kind of weekend, which is much needed at this point.
I'm done complaining. Hope all is well with you guys.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
On Fat Bellies at Five Months
I saw a new student yesterday who is part of an amazing family. Mom gave me some pregnancy books from her library, both the kids are adorable, and the puppy just wants everyone to love her. The student makes these funny jokes and, in his own words, "weird looks" to make you chuckle, but the little sister stole the show with an unexpected comment. As I was walking to the table to start class, she looked at me and said, "Wait! Why do you have a fat belly?"
I couldn't help but laugh. There's an example of someone saying something about my pregnancy that isn't offensive. I needed that yesterday.
Hope you all have a nice week.
I couldn't help but laugh. There's an example of someone saying something about my pregnancy that isn't offensive. I needed that yesterday.
Hope you all have a nice week.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Pregnancy Convention
Jeff and I went to IKEA yesterday to pick up some stuff for the house, mostly for the nursery. We thought it would be a good place to go for affordable furniture that suits our needs right now, especially in having to purchase two of many items. Of course, the first thing I had to do when I got there was go to the bathroom. That was where I started to realize I was at a pregnancy convention. I swear there were four pregnant women in the bathroom while I was waiting in line (and the line wasn't even long!). As we were walking around the store, Jeff noted that he could see at least one pregnant woman from anywhere in the store. It was unbelievable.
We made it out alive, though our pocketbooks are begging to differ. We picked up dressers and some storage furniture for the nursery, so all we really need to think about now is cribs. We're probably going to wait to put things together until the family converges upon San Antonio in a few weeks, unless anyone is strongly opposed to furniture assembly.
Love you all.
Kerri
We made it out alive, though our pocketbooks are begging to differ. We picked up dressers and some storage furniture for the nursery, so all we really need to think about now is cribs. We're probably going to wait to put things together until the family converges upon San Antonio in a few weeks, unless anyone is strongly opposed to furniture assembly.
Love you all.
Kerri
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
What Not to Say to a Pregnant Person
I went out to dinner the other night with a friend who has twins and two other mothers of twins she met through San Antonio Area Mothers of Multiples. As an aside, I fully intend on joining this group, especially because of the semi-annual yard sale they host; I can't think of a better way to save some money.
We went to a swanky restaurant called Silo. Being at the stage I am, I had very little to wear, and I was under dressed, but it didn't matter much once we took the elevator to the dining floor (yes, they had a private elevator; I thought "elevated dining" was just figurative speech).
Upon sitting down the ladies found the wine menu and ultimately decided on one of the waiter's suggestions. He came back with it, displayed the bottle, displayed the cork (explain this one to me, please?), then began pouring wine for each of us. When he got to me, I declined, so he offered a cocktail from the bar, unless, in his words, I was "holding the keys tonight." I responded with an, "I'm actually holding the babies tonight," and patted my growing belly, which I admit is hard to see when I'm sitting down. It took him a minute to process the plural aspect of my statement, but he congratulated me and left us.
I thought that was the end.
The menu had three options for me: duck, pork shank and chicken. Apparently because I'm pregnant I had to order first, so I asked for the pork shank, to which the waiter replied, "You really ARE eating for three!" Really, dude? At that moment I secretly wished the pork came with a prison grade shank so I could teach him repercussions of bad manners. Alas, it came out without a carved down spork, so I had to settle for the rather delicious meal instead. Until he came back to check on me. Not the entire table, just me. He put his hand on my shoulder, looked me directly in the eye, and said, "I just want to make sure that's enough food for you." You would be more appalled by this if you saw the plate. I am a voracious eater these days, but I only finished half the dish. It was huge. Like, Texas sized huge. As my shank dreams returned, he quickly left. The only consolation was the knowing looks of sympathy from the other twin mothers.
I know these comments will get worse and more common, but that was really my first experience with an ignorant stranger trying to be casual with me about my pregnancy. I've heard horror stories from some of you reading this blog ("If you keep eating pizza your baby is going to come out as a pizza!"), so I know this isn't uncommon. I think I will make it my mission to educate all people, especially men, about appropriate and inappropriate comments to pregnant women. Maybe this is a book in the making. I guess I should start writing down each time someone offends me and see where it goes.
Good day!
We went to a swanky restaurant called Silo. Being at the stage I am, I had very little to wear, and I was under dressed, but it didn't matter much once we took the elevator to the dining floor (yes, they had a private elevator; I thought "elevated dining" was just figurative speech).
Upon sitting down the ladies found the wine menu and ultimately decided on one of the waiter's suggestions. He came back with it, displayed the bottle, displayed the cork (explain this one to me, please?), then began pouring wine for each of us. When he got to me, I declined, so he offered a cocktail from the bar, unless, in his words, I was "holding the keys tonight." I responded with an, "I'm actually holding the babies tonight," and patted my growing belly, which I admit is hard to see when I'm sitting down. It took him a minute to process the plural aspect of my statement, but he congratulated me and left us.
I thought that was the end.
The menu had three options for me: duck, pork shank and chicken. Apparently because I'm pregnant I had to order first, so I asked for the pork shank, to which the waiter replied, "You really ARE eating for three!" Really, dude? At that moment I secretly wished the pork came with a prison grade shank so I could teach him repercussions of bad manners. Alas, it came out without a carved down spork, so I had to settle for the rather delicious meal instead. Until he came back to check on me. Not the entire table, just me. He put his hand on my shoulder, looked me directly in the eye, and said, "I just want to make sure that's enough food for you." You would be more appalled by this if you saw the plate. I am a voracious eater these days, but I only finished half the dish. It was huge. Like, Texas sized huge. As my shank dreams returned, he quickly left. The only consolation was the knowing looks of sympathy from the other twin mothers.
I know these comments will get worse and more common, but that was really my first experience with an ignorant stranger trying to be casual with me about my pregnancy. I've heard horror stories from some of you reading this blog ("If you keep eating pizza your baby is going to come out as a pizza!"), so I know this isn't uncommon. I think I will make it my mission to educate all people, especially men, about appropriate and inappropriate comments to pregnant women. Maybe this is a book in the making. I guess I should start writing down each time someone offends me and see where it goes.
Good day!
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