iPhone revolution

Many things happened which made it impossible to complete my posts through the end of my third trimester, one of which was the insufferable incapacity of my blackberry to easily send things into the interweb. The others were: mental and emotional turmoil, a never-before-experienced level of fatigue, and a mental shift of concern from my pregnant self, to the tiny, helpless human within.

I realize its a bit of a cliffhanger to drag the 3 people who were reading this through all of my garbage, and not let them get to see the baby, or hear about how many drama-filled hours I waited for my giant child to pass through my hoo-ha.

I would like to use my sweet 2nd hand iPhone 4 to help me fill in the important parts. Honestly, it got a little crazy in there for a while, so it's probably best that I took a hiatus to become sane and coherent again before I scarred anyone for life with in-the-moment details.

The most important part is that my son, Theodore Francisco Padilla, arrived safely in this world about five and a half months ago, and he is stinkin cute!

To the Beach! Part 3: THE BEACH!

We eventually made it to the beach--and it was the perfect day for it!

I rocked my two-piece, laid on my "Victoria's Secret Bombshell" towel, and drank all kinds of Juicy Juice in the sunny sunshine. Don't hate--that trucker hat says "Disneyland" on it, so it's not trashy.

To the Beach! Part 2.5--The Diaper Cake

The presents were opened, the story was read, but where was the cake?

hehehehehehehe.

ohhhh man. figured it out.

What's a baby shower without some shameless poop references! Pudding, whipped cream, oreos, animal crackers and raisinettes make up this charming (and delicious) cocktail of crap. Those guys thought of everything lol.

To the Beach! Part 2: The Surprise Shower

So after a long night of playing Cranium, eating baked goods and drinking Stewart's Key Lime Soda, I woke up to a very unexpected treat!

Amongst all of the Orioles decor, you may notice the one traditional sign of a baby shower in this photo, the "It's a Boy" sign.

 I had no idea this was going to happen, but it did, and it rocked.

Accessories befitting of a mother-to-be and/or new baby.

Popeye shirt! Awwww

Baseball outfit! Awww

Oooooh, bath toys!

Awwww BABY SOOOOCKS!

Ooooh, what's thiiiis? RAVEN BIB!

Mom dons accessories. Noice.

And to finish things up, mom reads a short story to the little duckies from her new story book!

YAAAAAAAYY!!

We got spoiled and loved by our super traditional friends :) What a lucky baby!

To the Beach! Part 1: the Boardwalk

I went to the beach in Ocean City with some awesome friends this past weekend. Due to a scheduling snafu, Frank was unable to go, but luckily, these weren't just any friends--they were tried and true college softball buddies. When you spend 20 hours a week with certain people for 4 years, and you're not all slaving at a desk, you kind of learn to take care of each other.

They were all super nice to me--I forewarned them ahead of time that I would need to stop and rest on the boardwalk at fairly small increments. They were unbothered and happy to oblige. As a bonus to all, we were able to sample all kinds of healthy treats at most stops. Polish Sausage, fried candy bars, lemonade, funnel cake, popcorn and french fries!

Here's a super-flattering picture of me with an easily-shelved Thrasher's French Fry cup:

 Betwixt all of our snacking, we found ourselves embarking on yet another adventure together. One that required voluntarily forsaking ones pride, and succumbing to fierce peer pressure from one relentless, very tall and very excited team member, who continually reminded us that "It's only like 12 dollars a person, and we're making memories."

 I can't say I've ever before participated in one of these fool pictures, but I daresay it was worth what we paid for these priceless family snapshots. It was hilarious, really.

The photographer had this super cute idea at the end of our 7-photo session--here's what it turned out like:

"Awww look at the polka-dotted basketball!"

Love it, love it, love it. In addition to enjoying the generality of this keepsake, I think bloomers may become a pregnancy trend someday--they're wildly spacious.

The Glucose Test

So I'm at 28 weeks at this point, and was given the paperwork ahead of time from my midwife group to head to Quest Diagnostics to take the dreaded glucose test, which checks for gestational diabetes. You're not supposed to eat before you go, because the more sugar there is in your body already, the more likely it is to look like you're not processing it correctly.

I however was informed by my midwife of the month that if you have a strictly protein breakfast--like eggs and cheese with water (no milk--still has sugar), it shouldn't throw it off, and then you won't feel so miserable while you let the sugar soak in you for a whole hour. I had 2 thick slices of colby-jack before I left, and brought snacks with me to eat immediately afterward.

I showed up to a relatively empty office, and was given my orange sugar-potion fairly soon after arriving.

It tasted kind of like one of those Huggy-Barrel bug juices, but not really in an enjoyable way, if those things are enjoyable to start with. Could've been worse, and the bottle was small.

I then waited impatiently for an hour in the waiting room, watching cooking segments about healthy foods, and praying that I would still get to eat candy when the results came back.

When the hour was up, the nurse took 3 little vials of blood, which I took like a champ, using my yoga breathing to keep me calm. That was it. Not as annoying or harrowing as I had originally thought.

(A bun in the) bun in the oven

I'm about to head to Annapolis to hang out with Maria and Kate, so I figured I'd make brownies. Unfortunately, when I opened the oven door, I was met by THIS:

WHAT THE--?



After an expletive or two, I tried to figure out what happened. I realized that I had not added half the sugar, but after resourcing Grammy O., the source of the recipe, the verdict is that, while it's stupid to add only half of the sugar, it shouldn't have caused a baby bump to rise on my brownies.

Maybe the eggs didn't settle right...maybe I didn't spread them out enough...maybe pregnancy is contagious. I'll let you know if there are tiny, pre-cut brownies inside.