Good Morning Starshine~

{The Boss enjoys a rare excursion outside of the house to get ice cream. Not excited at all.}

I woke up this morning feeling great! I practically bounced out of bed while little Disney birds chirped a merry tune and helped me dress.

That’s an utter lie.

I am still sick as the proverbial dog. BUT~ I did awake today determined to act as if I feel ok. My darling Boss has now perfected his imaginary soup recipe and brings me “more soup mommy” from his play kitchen in hopes it will make me well and be able to play “Weeble Weeble” with him. They wobble…but they don’t fall down, doncha know?

I’ve been giving the Unisom/B6 remedy a whirl, and to be honest…I’ve stopped puking, so I’m putting one check in the win column for that. Still dizzy, exhausted and all around yucky feeling though.

Wait, scratch that I FEEL FABULOUS!!!

{I’m trying out a Field of Dreams if you build it they will come mindset, think it’ll work?}

Saturday I felt well enough to attend a Swanky Junque swap with ten brilliant women and the loverly Miss Mustardseed herself. It was a glorious time, being among ‘my people’. You know? Those other frugalistas who dumpster dive and send their husbands 20 million craigslist posts a day saying I NEED THIS! We had lunch, we had laughs…It was just what this old gal needed. I was determined to make it there, and I did! Miss Mustarseed even sacrificed an old grocery scale so that I could have it. We picked numbers 1-10 to chose from the available ‘junk’ I had #4. I thought I was safe…no one else seemed interested in my lovely rusty old scale! But Marian aka Miss Mustarseed had #3 she made a beeline right too it.

Sigh. I must have made a noise of some kind and despite my protestations that really, truly she didn’t need to (and she didn’t, there were so many other choices of brilliant things to have!) she insisted that I take the scale and she chose my birdcage that I brought! Heavens knows if she even wanted that birdcage, but I do think it says a lot about the kind of person she is to have done that.

My beautiful scale, thanks to Sarah aka The Thriftress who brought it and Miss Mustardseed who took one for the team and let me have this treasure!

Swoon. Someday I will have a kitchen of my very own to hang that bad boy in….I lurve it. I also got a fantastic mini serving dresser which I am going to redo as the baby’s changing table and then someday it would make a great microwave cart/kitchen storage. You know, for my future kitchen along with the scale.

Soon enough.

Most importantly, I want to thank ALL of you for all your congratulations and well wishes. Also for all of the remedies for ‘morning’ sickness!  I have an appointment tomorrow and will de discussing more options with the doc, cause I can’t be laying on the couch forever! I’ve got a toddler to play with, and he is moving so fast! I’m missing it all and that kills me as I feel like our precious time alone is quickly dwindling. That’s good, another baby is on the way and I can’t wait! But still, it’s just been me and The Boss for 2 years. We are bestest buddies, joined at the hip. True loves and I don’t to miss any of this special time before our vicious gang becomes larger by one more blessing.

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Knocked up.

 

I’m a bad liar. I really am.  A good actor but a bad liar. I’m also not very good at keeping a secret. My own secret that is, your secret is safe as houses with me. Not my secret to tell, so no temptation.

But my own secrets? Terrible.

So if you’re wondering where I’ve been…well I’ve been puking my guts out. I was hoping to skip that this time around, but lucky me! I guess I am not ever destined to be one of those glowy happy pregnant people. I’m a bit down in the dumps about that, if I am being honest.

Quite a bit in the dumps about that.

If anyone has any magic cures for serious nausea and such I am all ears. They put me on Zofran two days ago and all I got was severe abdominal cramps.Not working so much.

So to recap, thrilled to be pregnant. Down in the dumps about being so sick. Heartbroken everytime the Boss asks “Mommy you want to play ball with me?” and I can’t.

Hear that? That’s my heart breaking. Because eventually he stops asking and starts asking for his grandmother.

Heart. Broken.

So now you know where I’ve been….puking. I’ve missed you all.

What’s better than a cute boy who is funny? Nothing.

Have you met Jamie? Well if you haven’t let me introduce you. Jamie meet everyone. Everyone, this is Jamie.

Things you need to know about Jamie.

1. Funny 2. cute 3. baby gear guru 4. did I mention funny? 5. although he isn’t tight enough with Taye Diggs to help me get a groove back meet up, he did sell him a crib mattress. 6. Jamie has no blog. We must convince him to join us. Be one of ussssssssssssssssssssss.

And now I present to you…The Baby Guy himself, Jamie Grayson!

Give him some love, people. 

Hello.  For those of you who don’t know me, or haven’t read my blog (since I do not have one, I can understand how you could have overlooked it), I am TheBabyGuyNYC.  I encourage you to look at my site for a wee bit more about me, because I’d rather tell you about a few “entertaining” stories that happened to me whilst working at BuyBuyBaby in Manhattan than talk about myself.

 

I was originally hired to demonstrate the Peg Perego Prima Pappa Rocker, a high chair with rocking chair legs that popped out to rock your child (a nice idea, but one that didn’t quite work……at all). Je*** was hired before me to demonstrate the infamous Bugaboo Frog, whose popularity had reached absolutely absurd heights due to our friends on “Sex and the City.” They also taught you how to make a vibrating bouncer seat using sex toys on that show, but that’s another blog posting. The “stroller boys” as we called ourselves were a motley crew….around 10 of us…all young, some with college educations, some fresh out of high school, some with kids, some that probably had kids and didn’t know, and me: the token gay. When Je*** would go to lunch I would take over demonstrating what one of my clients lovingly referred to as “a chariot for yuppie larvae” and extol the virtues of the flippable handle, the lovely colors, the shock absorbers in the frame—my lord, how magical can a stroller be? This same gentleman also called the Bugaboo a “stroller for rich white men on the Upper East Side and their Japanese wives.” He then purchased one and proceeded to live the dream. Sidenote:  his wife was Asian.

 

That’s how this all began.

 

A few days after I began, a very tired lady plopped onto the computer desk next to me.  The following is a dramatization of what happened.  Feel free to grab a friend and act it out—or invent a fun voice. 

 

Me:  Hi!  How are you doing?

Pregnant Woman:  I am having a C-Section at 6:30 am.  I don’t know what I need.  Strollers?  Car seats?  Diapers?

Me:  Excuse me?

Pregnant Woman:  That’s right.  Just tell me what I need.  I am having it all delivered to my house in the (insert trumpet fanfare here) Hamptons.  I have a baby nurse.  I cannot deal with a baby.  I’ll be recuperating on the beach.

Me: Of course you are.

 

Sadly, this situation would be repeated by different women throughout my time at that store.  People prepare for a year for a nice vacation.  It’s a shame some people don’t prepare for a new life.  It grosses me out.  This is just one more reason I swear by this motto:

 

A Lack of Preparation on Your Part Does NOT Constitute an Emergency on Mine.

 

Until next time—

 

Jamie “TheBabyGuyNYC” Grayson

I’d like to ask Jamie a couple of questions about this encounter (having worked in a fancy pants shop in Beverly Hills I can tell you that this is a dramatization yes….but it ain’t all that dramatized if ya get my drift.) My first question would be how on earth did you not just slap that woman? Next would be, how does a strapping young lad such as yourself become a baby gear guru? And lastly, I actually heard the Hamptons fanfare…should I see a doctor for that?

I’m so glad Jamie posted over here and I hope he knows he’s welcome to crash at my blogging place any time he likes.

Even if it’s not the (insert trumpet fanfare) Hamptons.

Have you guys ever run across a mother to be such as this one? I sure have. Such mother’s may be cooler than me….but little booties make me squee. So there.

{and now, if you’ve got a minute can you guys check out a little thing I like to call “I went to the rally and all I got was to meet some amazing people” over at iVillage?}