The Wilson Universe

Everyone take a deep breath and relax.  I have no intention of being one of those pregnant women who over-shares every detail of her pregnancy.  I will not be posting the gory details of my OB appointment.  However,  I ( and I think Corey) had an awesome experience this morning.  We met with the Nurse Midwife who I found to be extremely knowledgeable and easy to talk to.  The way it will work, I will rotate between her and the other two doctors in the practice so that I am familiar with all three of them.  That way, I won’t be surprised by whoever is on call coming in to deliver.  We spent the better part of an hour discussing mine, Corey’s and our families medical histories.  We discussed the pros and cons of genetic testing, risks associated directly to my pregnancy and all the questions I had accumulated.  She determined my due date to be June 14th, only a day off of what I determined.  I will have my first Ultrasound next Tuesday and that will confirm my due date.  If it is off by more than a week, we will go with the ultrasound date, otherwise, it will stand at June 14th.  Her biggest concern for me was my height.  Apparently, short women run a higher risk of needing a C-section due to our build.  However, I am slightly less concerned because, though I am short, I am also of hearty German stock and we tend to have our hips set so far apart that the baby could come out sideways.  But, we are keeping it in the back of our head that we may have to go that route. 

After the consultation in the office, we went to the exam room where all of the gory details occurred.  Really, the only thing I cared about was hearing the baby’s heartbeat.  I have really been looking forward to that.  Thus far, my pregnancy symptoms have been extremely mild (yes, I am knocking on wood).  The down side of that is that it is hard to wrap my head around being pregnant because I don’t FEEL pregnant.  The midwife warned me that at this stage, it might be hard to hear the heartbeat but I shouldn’t worry if we didn’t.  Luckily, the peanut cooperated and let us hear the heart.  That may have been the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.  Yes, I teared up and I’m not ashamed!  Corey, in true Corey fashion, stated “That’s cool”, which, for him, is impressive.

I’m looking forward to Tuesday and the ultrasound so we can have pictures to annoy people with at Thanksgiving!

Since the election is over and the new Emperor has been crowned I can now focus my energies back onto a personal favorite topic.  Gnomes!  and Global Warming.

Did you know that October was the hottest on record this year?  Uhh, well not really unless you think September is also October…you would if you work for GISS.

http://hotair.com/archives/2008/11/16/hottest-october-on-record-was-really-a-september/

Also I know some of my associates will try and barage me with “scientitfically accurate websites that explain the molecular basis for the research blah blah blah.”  I want YOUR explanaition and intreptation of the data AND oberservational data from the world around you. 

I think it is too easy to simply say “100% of scientists agree that this issue is beyond debate”….since when did science become so willing to exclude data?  Unwillingness to take in new data and allow people to question the established theories is just plain facist.  I don’t claim to know that Global Warming is false, I simply don’t believe we know enough about the planet to be able to make such assumptions.  I also think we should look at everything.  Below is a list of issue and questions that as of yet haven’t been explained to any great degree.

1)  The models that are used exclude complex data variables (ie. water vapor in the atmosphere)  Water vapor can have a huge cooling effect on temps.

2)  The Co2 spike in Al Gore’s magic chart doesn’t lead the temperature increase…it follows it.  IF Co2 does = Warming then why doesn’t the data back this up?

3)  Why is antartic ice melting from one side of the frozen continent but increasing on the other?

4)  Why do we care if Antartica melts?  It was ONCE not frozen and was an actual continent.

5)  The polar bears on the one TV commerical about climate change aren’t drowning…the mother PB is also NOT leaving the cub to fend for itself..they swim in the artic water to get from one place to the next so that they can eat baby seals.

6)  Why have scientists (or so called) become so militant in thier attitudes?

7)  Just because you have a phd doesn’t mean your a genius…just because you have a high IQ doesn’t mean your still not a dumb ass.

There are more but I’m going to end it there. 

Gnomes & Global Warming are a lot alike…I can’t prove or disprove the existence of either.

-Corey

“Figures never lie, liars never figure”

29 years ago today, my husband entered this world on what I’m told was a snowy November evening.  This is the 11th birthday I have spent with him.  Each year, I find myself more grateful that, for reasons known only to themselves, his parents got together.  For all the insanity, they did manage to create an absolutely amazing man.  This birthday is even more special, I think, because of the, albeit microscopic, addition to our family.

So, happy birthday to my amazing, awesome, sweet husband.  I hope that the next year is even better than the last.  I love you.

So today I must admit I did something that I will perhaps always regret and never be forgiven for….I ate the center brownie.

Let the floggings commence.

-Corey (8-)

As a look down the line towards the arrival of our “wee-one” I’m taking stock of the lessons I’ve learned from my own family experiences…thats not a good thing.  I grew up alone in a house hold of people, my father and mother were old enough to be my grandparents…my half sisters were all in High School going into College and my half brothers were old enough to be my own parents (odd indeed having a niece older than you & having one the same age).  By the time I came along my parents were done raising children…opps…looks like they didn’t get the memo about me.  I’m ranting tonight because I’ve started to see why one of my older brothers doesn’t really speak to my dad.  It saddens me that I’m getting this way, but it seems like more and more I’m realizing how short changed I really was in growing up. 

I’m writing this not as a dig on my parents per se, I believe in the end we are all responsible for who we choose to become in life so don’t look upon this as a “my parents ruined my life blah blah blah” but as a realization that I don’t really have a lot of good experience on how to be a good father.  I guess from the stand point of knowing what not to do I’m in good shape.

It has always felt like I was a hassle.  In everything I would do (or want to do) I was always made to feel like I  was an inconvience for them.  If I wanted to play a sport (I know, hard to imagine now but back in the day) I was told by my mother “If you do this you’ll probably not be very good and end up sitting on the bench, and then we’ll have to go to the games and you’ll get mad that you dont get to play”…..wow, what encouragement.  Granted, I have never been that sports inclined BUT I could never imagine telling my son/daughter something like that.  Yes, explaining to them that they shouldn’t expect to be the best at something the first time they try it is okay.

In any venture I would take interest in it seemed like I was made very aware of not only how it would effect me, but what impact it would make on my parents busy schedule. 

After returning to Indiana my father began trucking and I pretty much never saw him.  When I did, he was usually in a cranky mood and too busy with something to be bothered. 

Fast forward a few years, I try and include my family in stuff I’m doing (probably something I just need to give up on) only to find out that they are just too busy to drive 45mins to C-Ville because they have to be back home before it gets dark (which means they need to leave by 3:00pm?!?!?!?!).  My father said he’d come over and help me build the shed (which Carson and Duncan did this past weekend)…he shows up while we were getting the materials and decides he can’t help since he can’t lift anything heavy and leaves…I knew he couldn’t do much, I just thought he might want to hang out with his son while he’s still alive (him, not me) but apparently he had places to be and crap to do (whats new).

I shouldn’t get mad, this isn’t the first time he’s just not been there but it is still beyond frustrating.

The Land of Wilson is currently under construction.  Literally.  We have about 9 different projects underway right now.  Not really certain why, other than rampant insanity on both of our parts.  It started as simply working on converting what was formerly my office into what will become the baby’s room.  However, that spawned the project of adding shelves and moving furniture around in what was formerly Corey’s office and is now OUR office.  We’ve also rearranged and changed out some furniture in the living room, leaving it a complete mess, with piles of things that need to be stored, put away or otherwise disposed of.  We are also still working on completing the bathroom and kitchen renovations that we started some time ago.  Finally, we decided that it would be a great idea to build a shed in the backyard with space for some of the animals.  We started that project on Sunday with massive amounts of help from my father.  We got the floor down and three out of four walls framed out, but there is still a lot of work to go.

If anyone is contemplating any home improvement projects, I strongly recommend you book a hotel, leave for a week and hire a crew of professionals.  At this point, I will be excited if I can get rid of all of these piles before the baby comes! (8 weeks down, 32 to go, if anyone is counting!)