September Bliss

September is my favorite month to be in NYC.  The weather is perfect, the tourists are at a lull, Fashion Week is full speed ahead, new shows appear on my DVR list and meandering around the city couldn’t be more pleasant.  The trash piles on the sidewalk don’t smell from the grueling heat, my skin doesn’t stick to my articles of clothing from perspiration, my feet don’t get black on the bottom from walking around in flip flops and you don’t have to fight traffic going out of the city on Friday afternoon because people’s summer share houses are finito.  There is nothing better than grabbing your light jacket as you walk out the door and leave your building to find sunshine, a calming breeze and busy New Yorkers flooding the streets as opposed to Europeans asking you for directions.

The models from Fashion Week are strutting down the blocks in their street wear smoking a cigarette in one hand and holding their cell phone in the other.  They are easily identifiable.  At first glance you wonder how they stand up straight on the stilts that they call legs, and then all of the sudden for a minute you envy their thinner than paper body and wonder if they had a real meal that day.  Usually I spend the next hour staring at my lunch thinking in my head, “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.”  Then it passes and I go back to feeling like myself again and overindulge at my next meal.  I should caveat this by mentioning that this year when I see them my thoughts are a bit different being a pregnant woman.  I think to myself, I’m such a lucky bitch because I get to eat whatever I want and you have to sit there and starve to look good on the runway.  Suckerrrr.  Who needs a runway when you have a fetus growing inside you?  Side note to pregnancy for a moment: my second trimester has been much hungrier than the first.  I went from losing 5 lbs in the first 6 weeks solely from removing alcohol from my diet to gaining about 8 going into my 5th month.  Eeeeek.

One other funny point of discussion is people’s attire in September.  It’s like some people forget how to dress.  Last week in one 20 minute walk home from work I saw one woman dressed in a sundress and sandals, one woman wearing knee high boots, pants and a wool coat, and one woman in a leather jacket, tights and ballet slippers.  I saw 3 seasons of outfits molded together in one block.  It was pretty ridiculous.  I think when the seasons change people freak out.  Some people are so excited to wear their new boots they throw them on as soon as the temperature drops to 70.  Fine.  I get it.  You want to show off your new kicks.  But no matter how excited you are about your new winter coat, for the love of God, keep it in the closet until at least November please.  We don’t need winter to come any sooner.  And honey in the summer spaghetti strap dress, it’s time to pack her up and throw that box under the bed until next June.  I know, I too am in denial that summer is over, but it’s time to switch out the sandals for tootsie-covering flats.

I have been sporting some dresses that still manage to fit on my slow but steady growing baby bump, no tights, and boots or flats depending on the level of degrees outside.  I have a feeling that my outfit rotation is going to start getting pretty boring in the upcoming weeks as baby bump keeps growing.  I haven’t dove into my maternity attire yet but it’s going to happen soon.  My pants officially don’t button so for now I will rely on the belly band phenomenon to help out in that department.  It will definitely be a function over fashion fall and winter for this girl.

Funny Pregnancy

Wine A Little, Hug A Lot

As soon as we confirmed I was pregnant and by that I really mean: as soon as I finished taking nothing short of 7 or 8 different brands of pregnancy tests (while Mr. Dr. was on call so he didn’t think I was crazy) all resulting in some kind of positive result, feint or not, I knew I wanted to find a creative way to tell our families.  We also knew we wanted to wait until we had our 1st doctor’s appointment so that we could make sure we weren’t hallucinating and to make sure everything was looking OK in the beginning.  We were actually really lucky and heard Baby L’s heartbeat at the first visit!  It was strong and fast which was a great sign.  After that 1st appointment it was a bit surreal.  All you want to do is tell everyone and I mean everyone, like even the grocery store cashier, but you can’t.  Well you can if you want.  And some people do.  But we wanted it to be special and memorable for our families.  We also were very careful about being public with the news until much later.  Every couple is different and feels comfortable at different stages.  That was just what we wanted and how we did it.

So about 8 weeks into this whole thing away we drove to meet my family at our parents’ beach house.  I remember the whole ride down talking to Mr. Dr. about how nervous I was to tell them.  It’s my parents’ first grandchild and my siblings’ first niece/nephew.  I was excited but also just nervous because it was such big news to share.  We arrived late Friday night but luckily everyone was still awake.  I wasted no time and told them that we had brought them each a little something.  Each couple opened up their gift and then there were tears, screams, laughs and lots and lots of hugs.  We spent the next 36 hours with my family sharing in the excitement before departing early Sunday morning only to drive 6 hours back up north to see Mr. Dr.’s family.  Driving through 4 states along the northeast and spending a total of 12 hours in the car between Friday night -Sunday is something I would only recommend if there is a realllllly good reason for it.  A baby announcement counts in our book.  But I will not be partaking in any activity like that ever again anytime soon.  We arrived mid-afternoon and shared the exciting news the same way with a gift for each couple.  The hugs and excitement, again, filled the room.

Wine Label Pregnancy

Each couple received a bottle of wine with a personalized label.  I created the labels online and printed them myself.  We bought our favorite Montepulciano bottle from Trader Joes (the wine store clerks had been missing me), peeled off the original labels and glued these on.  Now come February (or March?!) everyone is supposed to bring their bottle of wine to NYC so we can celebrate together after the birth of Baby L when they come to visit.

My idea for telling Mr. Dr. wasn’t quite as creative but I had limited time and resources.  I pretended he had gotten a package so when I walked in the door from work there was this white box in my hand that had his name on it and was addressed to him.  I told him the doorman gave it to me downstairs and that someone had dropped it off for him.  Real story: that morning I put together the box and took it down to the doorman with strict instructions not to give it to Mr. Dr. when he got home from his 24 hr call that morning.  I didn’t want to leave it for him in the apartment because I wanted to be there when he opened it and I wanted it to be a surprise.  My plan was to walk into the apartment that evening as if it was fresh off the press when I arrived home so he wouldn’t suspect anything.  I think it worked pretty well.  Here is what was inside.

Box for ChrisI wrapped up each part so he opened up the items in a certain order.  1st was the Baby Ruth bar, 2nd was the card and 3rd were the tests I took that morning.  He obviously figured it out as soon as he opened the candy bar but it was fun to watch him go from a look of confusion when I handed him the box to pure excitement once he began to see what was inside.

If you know us, and you guys should probably know me well enough by now, announcing our baby news the way we did was pretty fitting for us.  And I must say, everyone loved it.  I almost forgot.  We also stopped on our drive back up north and got Mr. Dr.’s grandmother a fresh bouquet of pink & blue.  We figured a bottle of wine wasn’t as appropriate for Grammie so we quickly had the florist in the local grocery store whip up a bouquet of pink roses, blue hydrangeas and of course, baby’s breath.

Grammies FlowersWe had so much fun announcing the news to our family and friends, and continue to feel overwhelmed by the love and support from everyone who has sent us well wishes, cards and congratulations.  We are really, really lucky and so is this baby.

Happy Cocktail Friday in honor of Baby L!

A Beautiful Gift Inside & Out

Thank you all for your sweet well wishes and congratulations from my last post.  It means a lot.  As most would expect, our families were the first to find out about our new addition.  The love and support we received from both sides filled out hearts with so much happiness over the excitement of our upcoming arrival.  My family (let’s be honest, the girls in the family) gave Mr. Dr. and I (but mostly me) the most thoughtful gift just a few short weeks after they found out about the news.  With both of our families being hours away, I knew it would be tough not having them around the corner during this exciting time in our life.  Luckily, we are used to fending for ourselves and have great friends in NYC to keep us occupied so that helps.

Nonetheless, it seems my family felt the same way once they heard the news about Baby L.  They shared the mutual feeling of wishing we could all be geographically closer and came up with the cutest idea to be a part of my pregnancy journey every step of the way.  Meet my baby basket.

Baby Basket

If this isn’t the most thoughtful gift for a mom-to-be I have ever seen I just don’t know what it is.  The basket is filled with gifts and the interior and exterior are lined with envelopes that I am instructed to open throughout my pregnancy.  Each envelope has a corresponding gift.  And they didn’t miss a beat.  Open when…the baby kicks, the baby can hear you, the gender is revealed, you’re feeling tired, you’re feeling lonely, you get a craving, you’re feeling nauseous, your pants feel tight, and when you need a hug to name just a few of the many moments they wanted to capture and make special for me throughout my pregnancy adventure.  In the beginning I just liked to look at it sitting in the corner of our bedroom next to my bedside.  I was so thankful and every time I looked at it I was reminded of how lucky I am to have such a wonderful family.  Then after a couple of weeks I started diving in and it has been great fun getting little surprises along the way so far.  They had quite the task keeping things gender neutral because when they made it, no one knew whether it would be pink or blue.  I could go on and on but I will spare you.  Take my advice: if a loved one that you are close with is pregnant and you decide you want to give/make them a thoughtful gift, definitely steal this idea.  It is a surefire way to make a future momma feel extra special.  Big kisses to my sweet family.


Preggatini Anyone?

The word is out and we can officially shout it from the rooftops.  I’m pregnant!  Mr. and Mrs. Dr. are going to be parents.  We are so excited to finally share this news with my blogosphere family.  It’s a funny thing.  I have felt so guilty because I know I have been keeping this huge secret but it’s the best secret so at the same time, I haven’t felt that bad.  It’s one of those secrets that people understand why you keep to yourself so for that I am thankful.  I feel like I have so much to catch you all up on because – surprise! – I am already in my 2nd trimester.  Pretty hard to believe.  But Mr. Dr. and I wanted to be super duper sure all was well before we made our news public.  I guess that’s what happens when you are first time parents.  Parents…crazy to think that is what we will be after only having them all this time.  Ugh.  After only worrying about a fetus in my belly for 16 weeks I would like to give a shout out to any and all parents out there because my goodness do they deserve credit.  I have already experienced that “worry” that parents have and I am exhausted, and Baby L hasn’t even made the debut yet into the world.  This is going to be a long 18 years.  Who am I kidding – my mom still worries about all of us so nevermind, it’s going to be a long rest of my lifetime, ha.

I’d like to partially blame the creation of Baby L on the reasoning behind why I have blogged a bit less this summer.  I write honestly and openly so keeping such a big part of our life on the hush has been hard for my writing since all I have wanted to do is have a glass of wine…and a martini…and a beer to celebrate.  Have you noticed that Cocktail Fridays have been less frequent?  Even if you haven’t, I can assure you they have and it’s because I haven’t wanted to live the lie that I have been cocktailing to my norm this summer.  All for a good cause of course.  What will we do with the name of the blog?  Shall I temporarily change it to When Life Gives You Medicine & a Baby…make Mocktails? or When Life Gives You Pregnancy…make a Preggatini?

One of my dearest friends sent me the cutest gift after I told her the news. Take a look.  This will hopefully give me some good blog material to report on over the next 6 months.  Momjito anyone?

Preggatinis I will follow up with some exciting posts about how we told our families and how the last 4 months have been in preggo land.  Mr. Dr. and I couldn’t be happier to expand our family and I know that there are lots of doctor’s wives mommas out there to get the best advice from so feel free to start dishing that out…now.  For now, I will leave you with a picture of the first maternity shirt I was given.  I can’t wait to sport this sucker around NYC this fall.  Courtesy of my sister-in-law.

Ice Ice Baby Maternity Shirt

Mr. (Dr.) Right

Linking up with Medical Mondays (a day late but that’s allowed because it was a holiday yesterday).  I can’t believe it’s already September.

Now I know we all love our significant others and think the world of them. I am typically a believer in keeping it on the hush rather than shouting it from the rooftops in an effort to not make those less fortunate feel bad if they don’t have a great beau.  So here is a warning: please note what follows in this post might make you gag as I brag about Mr. Dr. for a minute.  I am going against my better judgement so skip reading this one if you don’t care to be enlightened.  Here it goes.  I sometimes think he is too perfect.  Let me list the reasons why.

1. The scholar-athlete awards he received in high school and college are countless…like excerpts of them from papers and online couldn’t all fit on a spread of a scrapbook I made him years ago.
2. In the first month I met him, he got a ‘B’ on a paper and set up a meeting with his professor to find out why he didn’t receive an ‘A’. Come to find out, it was his first ‘B’ ever in college.
3. He never got grounded in high school for being a rebellious party animal. (Was I the only one?? It’s normal to experiment and get in trouble for things like that in high school right?) He claims he never drank at a party until college.  What a sober saint.  My parents would have had a much easier 4 years if he was living under their roof circa my high school days.  While I was stellar in many areas of life growing up and almost always the perfect child, I also excelled in pushing the envelope with everything and succeeded in boiling my parents’ blood a few weeks (at least) out of every year.
4. He is the best gift giver ever. From Legally Blonde Broadway tickets to Louboutins and weekend getaway trips, he has always been pretty creative and on point.  I might say that the gifts have gotten slightly less unique over the last 2 years but I blame the lack of preparation time residency has allowed. And maybe, just maybe he is saving it all up for a big 3-0 surprise.
5. He likes to cuddle.  Not only that, when I don’t want to cuddle, he willingly (most nights) gives me 75% of the bed and in turn sleeps on the edge of his side of the bed because he knows I have a little fear that I might fall out of the bed if I don’t sleep practically in the middle.  The bottom line here is that we need a king size bed.
6. He likes to drink as much as I do.
7. He likes to eat as much as I do.
8. He watches chick flicks because deep down he likes them, and he watches all of my guilty pleasure TV.
9. He is more driven than my 2006 Toyota with almost 100,000 miles on it.  The boy has ambition like I have never seen.  I hope our kids pick up that trait.
10. He loves me.  A lot.

Mr. Dr. prides himself on doing ‘the right thing.’  In fact this has actually caused disagreements between us in the past.  He is the guy that takes favors and asks for none in return, always raises his hand when someone is looking for a volunteer, goes above and beyond even when it’s not necessary because ‘it’s just the right thing to do’ so he says.  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy doing the right thing.  I just do the wrong thing probably 50% of the time so I think it balances out fine.  We aren’t perfect.  But he seems to be inching closer towards it than me.  Except when his stubbornness comes out.  Then he goes from hero to zero.  Or when he forgets that the dishwasher is right next to the sink.  Or when he doesn’t call people back for days.  Or when he procrastinates.  Or when he eats cans of tuna right before I get home – ugh – I can’t stand that smell.  So obviously there is an “annoying things” list that I have developed for him but that comes with almost 10 years of knowing someone.

Sometimes it’s just nice to sit back and send some kudos to the way of our hardworking suitors and remember why they are our Mr. Right.  And lucky for me, the “annoying list” contains all things we can work on.  Good thing we have a lifetime together to do it.