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a desert date with my gals.

IMG_0062Last weekend I took a trip to Palm Springs/Yucca Valley with some of my best pals to celebrate babies, birthdays and just other regular life stuff.  It was amazing, and I’m still coming down from the high of hanging out with some of my favorite people in one of my favorite places.  We stayed with my crazy beautiful auntie Jules who lives outside of Yucca Valley about 10 miles. Technically in Rimrock, just past Pioneertown, if we’re talking logistics.  Take a right at the tumbleweed and a left at the 82nd joshua tree, kinda living.  It’s out there.  She so very kindly hosted us at her vacation rental house, which is conveniently situated right across the “street” from her house.  For 3 days we wandered back and forth down the sandy dirt road between the two houses and got completely lost in the beauty and quiet of the high desert. Except… when we weren’t quiet.  Which was often.

I can’t even explain how much I love spending time there.  For the most part, there’s no cell reception, which is just sort of everything.  And as I mentioned, it’s so damn quiet.  Save for the neighbor’s rooster who really has no sense of timing.  Also, the STARS.  The stars just show off out there, totally strutting their stuff.  We definitely saw some galaxies and shit.  But there’s just something about being out in the middle of the desert, away from all the buzz and hum of regular life that makes you appreciate life.  It just gives you the ability to THINK about appreciating life.  Ya know?

I’d been jonesing for some real productive girl’s time lately.  You know the kind where you start talking and don’t stop for 72 hours?  Every man’s worst nightmare.  But last weekend lived up to every ounce of expectation I had for us to just, word vomit all over each other.  In the most ladylike way possible, of course.  I have to say that I have an amazing group of friends – they are by far the most intelligent, driven and beautiful people that I know.  And every time I hang out with them, I leave feeling inspired.  To be a better person, to live healthier, to find joy in my family and career…. this time I also left feeling like I need the next 7 weeks to fly by so I can have a damned glass of damn wine dammit.  Because being the DD is getting a little old?

Speaking of which, you may ask yourself why a 7.3 months pregnant lady would choose Palm Springs as her vacation destination in mid-July, and the answer is whatever.  I’d been wanting to see auntie and my gals and it worked out just so.  Plus, I still haven’t gotten to the point where I’m cursing the heat.  Yet.

Here come the photos, are you excited?

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We took a trip to the Integratron, which is just past the 12th palm tree and over the 72nd hill in Landers.  Have you been?  The sound bath experience is freaking crazy amazing.  You hang out in this sound chamber that supposedly has these special geomagnetic forces and lay down with a bajillion pillows while someone plays crystal bowls and it’s just like this mind explosion for your nervous system.  Pure hippie heaven. If you’re juuuust pregnant enough you’ll want to find that special position on your side and pass out for 20 minutes before your bladder starts barking.  Which will happen if you indulge in the Integratron well water.  The Integratroners are ALL about their well water.  Or something.
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IMG_0030IMG_2488IMG_0039IMG_0046IMG_0009Did I mention that Jules has 4 dogs?  FOUR.  Snuggle heaven. IMG_0036IMG_0053IMG_0055We spent our last night at Pappy and Harriet’s in Pioneertown, which is just the ultimate high desert experience.  With some pretty great mac and cheese if I do say so.  The best kind of way to wrap up a weekend with a bunch of crazy bia’s.

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Until next time, sweet sunset.

THANK YOU Julesy, for the best baby shower weekend.  You are one in a million. OMGMF! xo


thoughts on baby showers.

I don’t know whose genius idea it first was to throw a party and give a bunch of adorable junk to first-time parents, but I’d like to tip my invisible hat to that person.  Baby showers are a pretty sweet deal, if you ask me.  And a pretty big lifesaver (probably literally) since Casey and I are rookies at this and really have no idea what kind of paraphernalia we need to care for an actual newborn person.  In fact, our initial attempts to build a baby registry consisted of us walking into Babies R Us, getting really overwhelmed and saying things like “I have no idea what this is but I’m pretty sure we NEED it”, while looking at baby leg warmers or something equally as ridiculous. There’s just so much stuff and we need people to tell us what’s necessary or not.

Casey and I have been spoiled enough to have 3 showers thrown for us already.   (I also just had a non-traditional baby shower/girls weekend in Palm Springs this past weekend, which I will probs blog about later this week.  Whoop!) I guess technically the showers were thrown for me and the baby but I like to lump Casey in there because I don’t want him to get the impression that all the stuff is just for me to use. Because let’s be real clear Casey, you will be using all this stuff JUST as much as I will.  Ya hear?  ….except maybe the breast pump.

Sidenote: Casey calls onesies, “onies”.  Because he’s a 14 year-old boy and still thinks weed jokes are hilar.

Ok, ok, where were we?  Yes so we’ve had 3 showers thrown for us already.  Two in MN and one in Portland.  They were so much fun, so sweet and lovely and made Casey and I feel incredibly loved.  And we now basically have every material thing we need to bring this little one into the world.  Diaper rash cream and nuks and burp cloths and blankets galore… and heaps and heaps of the cutest white, yellow and gray clothing.  Because that’s what you get when you have an unidentified fetus: white, yellow and gray.  That our child will undeniably barf and crap all over.  I truly cannot wait.

Here are a few photos from our three fantastical showers, if you care to see….

shower1_2.jpg[ My mom found some of my old books from when I was a kid.  And I was apparently very protective of them. I guess I’ll have to be ok with sharing them with Tiny Thomps.

Also, this Toot book we received is a gas!

I’m sorry, please don’t leave me. ]

IMG_2365 IMG_2367shower2_1shower2_2[ The sweetest little helper – my nephew Harmon.  If I wasn’t having my own kid, I’d probs steal him. ]

IMG_2378[ Berenstein Bears, guys! ]

shower2-1.jpg[ 3 generations – maybe 4 if that lovely lady bump is carrying a girl ]

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First come the showers, then come the thank you’s.  I typically chill out in the procrastination station when it comes to sending thank you’s.  But this time I had some super cute personalized thank you cards that were generously provided by Tinyprints, which made the thanking process so much fun.  Gender-neutral-personalized-seafoam-green-thank-you-cards for the win!

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I’ll have you know that I sat at this table and wrote thank you’s for 4 solid hours.  The amount of cankle that was produced from this activity was truly astonishing.  No joke.

Thank you again to everyone who threw us showers, came to our showers or who sent gifts.  We really truly appreciate your generosity.  Now can someone please come show us how to how to raise our child?  Thanks.


the ‘oops i accidentally published this post without giving it a name’ post.

Processed with VSCOcam with b1 presetOhai!  How are you, my friends?  I’ve missed you.  And I’ve missed bloggin.  But you know those times when work gets super crazy and the last thing on earth you want to do when you get home is jump on your friggin computer and try to create sentences out of your scrambled egg brain, so instead you get on your computer and watch endless episodes of the Good Wife and then pass out at 9:30?  Yah, me neither.

Truth is, work has been crazy the past few weeks.  And I’m cool with it.  I have an end game, which is that I have about a month and a half of work left before I’m on maternity leave.  That in itself is on a whole other level of crazytown.  It certainly makes these long hours and countless spreadsheets and bajillions of emails much more manageable.

So let’s catch up a bit, shall we?  Here are a few things that have been happenin’ these last few weeks:

Casey is considering buying a pair of Crocs.  I don’t really have much else to say on that topic.

Guys, it’s so hot.  Like ridiculously hot.  The past few weeks it’s been 80-90+ degree temps.  And you know what?  I’m not hating it.  I’ve been so nervous about becoming a sweaty hippo this summer and so far, I’m just a hippo.  The heat hasn’t affected me too much quite yet.  But please check in with me on Monday because apparently it’s going to be approx 100 degrees on Saturday and Sunday and I’ll be kicking myself in the hippo ass for even writing these words.

My country music craving has yet to subside.  I don’t even know.  Yesterday morning on my way into work I found myself singing along to the song “International Harvester” and I just about bitch-slapped myself.  It’s not so much that I’m embarrassed as I am confused.  At the rate I’m going I’m probably a week away from ordering Casey and I matching camo Crocs.

Casey did prenatal yoga with me the other day in our living room.  We followed along to a Youtube video and everything was going so well until the instructor informed us that we were about to do some kegels.  Casey was all I’m outta here and I was all come on can’t you just sit there and breath while I do vagina exercises?  And bless his giant Norwegian heart, he man’d up and finished the session with me.  Namaste Caseface.

A couple of weekends ago Casey painted the ceiling, walls and floor of the baby room.  And I spent the entire weekend bitching about the fumes and ordering baby stuffs to decorate the kids room.  For the record, we painted the baby’s room white and there’s nothing wrong with that if you’re asking my opinion which you should because it’s MY kids room.  I feel like whenever I tell anyone that we’re painting the baby room white, they assume we’re just settling because we don’t know the gender.  They sympathetically offer pastel options (barf) and beige (double barf) and I kindly tell them that no no, white is our first choice.  SO BACK OFF.  And stuff.

In case you care, I plan to post a bumpdate in the next few days.  Because?  I’m now 31 weeks.  GULP.  I’m fully aware that I’m pretty much in the territory of this baby could crown at any time in the near future.  We should probably buy a car seat.

Tomorrow night we’re going to see Book of Mormon which I’ve been waiting my entire adult life to see.  Or you know, since it came out a few years ago.  Have you seen it?  What did you think?  What are the best kinds of snacks to eat while watching it?  Is the most important question.

This weekend my lovely friends are throwing me a baby shower.  We’re really lucky to have friends in Portland that like us enough to buy us baby junk.  No but seriously, we are.   I’m pretty excited for it – stay tuned for pictures of a sweaty hippo opening gifts ;)

And on that note!  Happy (almost) Friday my dear friends.  I hope your weekend is filled with peace, love and Jimmy John’s.