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Oh don’t mind me, just catching up on my baby bump documentation…

I didn’t really start showing until pretty late in my pregnancy, which I guess is normal for a first-timer. I finally popped around the 21st week– one morning I woke up and my belly button was doing something weird (“Creo que mi ombligo está como que al revés!?”) and I had a distinct baby bump. (I know my 19 week picture below looks pretty impressive, but that’s mostly because I was in my tightest dress! You really couldn’t tell I was pregnant in real life unless I wore something super tight until about the 21st week, which is when we announced it on Facebook and etc. and I told everyone at work.)

So now I’m all caught up, 22 weeks and all’s well! Today for the first time I had somebody pat my belly (it wasn’t exactly a stranger, just an older lady at church who gleefully exclaimed, “I finally see a baby in there!”) and… I didn’t hate it? Also last night I had a dressy event for work, and although I had bought a maternity dress online for just such an occasion, it’s still waaaayyy too big and I looked ridiculous. So I spent half an hour trying on basically all of my nicer/cocktail dresses, and finally found one that would zip if I sort of held my breath and stood very straight. Let’s just say that when I got in my car to go home at about 10:30 or 11, the first thing I did was unzip that sucker and rejoice at regaining feeling in my ribs. ;)  Guess it’s time to go shopping!

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Written September 8, 2014

Stages of pregnancy:

1. Weeks 1-15: I don’t want to eat anything. Seriously, don’t even bother with food suggestions because everything sounds terrible all the time, except occasionally soup, which makes total sense because it’s summer in Phoenix and 110 degrees outside. (But no puking! Huzzah!)

2. Weeks 16-?: I MUST EAT EVERYTHING. If I don’t eat something every two hours I will immediately die of hunger; also, since I am the slowest eater in the history of ever, this means that by the time I finish eating something I’m about ready for another snack. I would eat more than I do, but sometimes I stop because I’m literally tired of eating (not necessarily because I’m full). Pre-pregnancy I was not a snacker (3 good meals a day for me, please), so this is totally foreign and as it turns out, oddly time-consuming.

Growing a human is so weird.

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Hello! As it turns out, most of what I wanted to blog about for the past few months was being pregnant. Since we kept the news off the online world for a long, long time (21 weeks to be exact), I just didn’t really care to write about much else, ya know? I did save a couple of drafts from the first few weeks I was pregnant that I’ll publish, just because it’s interesting to remember what I was thinking and feeling at the time. I planned on writing and saving posts until officially announcing it on Facebook/the blawg buuuuut then the first trimester kept happening and really all I was up for after work was collapsing in a heap on the couch, so… there are like three posts, ha! It’s been a VERY easy pregnancy, relatively speaking, but, you know, growing a human makes me very tired.

Written June 9, 2014.

“Mrs. Darling was married in white, and at first she kept the books perfectly, almost gleefully, as if it were a game, not so much as a Brussels sprout was missing; but by and by whole cauliflowers dropped out, and instead of them there were pictures of babies without faces. She drew them when she should have been totting up. They were Mrs. Darling’s guesses.
 
Wendy came first, then John, then Michael.”

When I graduated in December, I had things all figured out: I was going to apply to a million jobs and get my dream job and live happily ever after, and then a few months later we were going to start trying for a baby because ain’t nobody gettin’ any younger if you know what I mean.

So I applied for a million jobs aaaand… nothing happened. I mean, I went on a lot of interviews, and I was even pretty close to taking jobs (most notably the super awesome communications job at an impact investing firm in NYC). But nothing was really right. So, in the spirit of keeping options open and also because I knew it could take a while, we decided to start trying for a baby. And guess what? Nothing happened there either.

So we decided to buy a house (haha). Long story short, we still don’t have a house (although to be honest I’m not sure I’m sold on the whole home-owner idea, so I don’t mind waiting for that one).

And then finally, FINALLY I started a new job, and it happened to be my dream job.

At which point I was like, welllll maybe we should hold off on the baby-making until I settle in a little bit, it would be tough to feel tired and crappy while being new at this job that I love, etc. etc. And then at the end of my first week on the job I took a pregnancy test and nearly passed out when it read positive.

So here’s what I really want to remember: all those months, when nothing was happening, were meant to prepare me for these months when everything is happening all at once. And everything is so, so much better than nothing. We’re having a baby, y’all!

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Nol-GradWell this clever lad just graduated (by “just,” I mean in July, but you know…) so now we are officially a family with a doctor in the family, and isn’t that pretty great? Sadly no amount of persuasion could convince him to become the plastic surgeon kind of doctor, but we’re pretty proud of him nonetheless. We got to go celebrate at a VERY fancy and fun graduation party courtesy of the many rich parents of this year’s graduates from the Instituto Tecnológico y de Estudios Superiores de Monterrey, amen. A party which, I would like to point out, I reluctantly left at 3am… along with my nearly 80 year old Grandma (because apparently I can’t party like I used to, and she can party like never before).

IMG_5574I mean I don’t know if I’m overstating this, but it was probably the best party I’ve ever been to: next to a lake, at Monterrey’s Parque Fundidora, dancing to the best band I’ve ever heard/watched at a party (for 6 hours with no break! they were incredible). And the food was even good. Aaaand the weather was amazing, which I didn’t fully appreciate until later in our trip when I realized what the weather could have been like (HOT!! so hot.).

We were pretty terrible about taking pictures of the rest of our trip, but it mostly involved eating our way through Monterrey of course. Other highlights: a boat ride through Paseo Santa Lucía, a visit to the Museo de Historia Mexicana, and a visit to the cuuuutest little town of Santiago, NL, where Josh had his first taste of the area’s famous goat meat and we all almost died of heat stroke (seriously, I live in Phoenix but I was sweating from places I didn’t even know you could sweat, like my eyebrows and my forearms…).

As vacations go, this was one of the greatest.

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Remando en el lago de Central Park :)

¡Señores y señoras! A continuación les presento algunas fotos de nuestro viaje tradicional de mayo. Este año se nos juntaron las razones por la ida: en un solo fin de semana, celebramos el aniversario de bodas #40 de mis suegros,  el cumpleaños de mi suegro y la graduación de mi cuñado Mario. Desafortunadamente no tengo ninguna foto de la fiesta de aniversario porque soy re-mala fotógrafa de eventos, pero mi prima Kristy anduvo de fotógrafa oficial esa noche así que tal vez al rato aparezca una foto por aquí.

Hablando de: teníamos todo un super plan para que Kristy y su esposo Devin vinieran a la fiesta en New Jersey y se quedaran a dormir con nosotros en casa de mis suegros, pero el día de la fiesta Devin amaneció enfermo. Cuando Kristy nos mandó el mensajito de que Devin había estado vomitando, pero que si quería ir a la fiesta (“I think I can go, what if I just sit in the corner?”) por el WhatsApp familiar, mi prima Carol no tardó en observar:

-Uyyy con eso convences a Vanessa… con el vómito.

Lo cual me causó mucha gracia porque ES TAN CIERTO. No hay nada en este mundo que me provoque mas miedo que el vómito, propio o ajeno. Así que Kristy vino sola a la fiesta y después se regresó con Devin para que no estuviera solito. Y como pueden ver, si los pudimos ver un par de días después en NYC :) (en la foto de abajo estamos en frente de Strand Bookstore, y el señor que nos tomó la foto era un Dominicano que después participó en nuestro taste-test de dos galletas que ya ni me acuerdo de dónde eran, pero si me acuerdo que yo me comí casi toda la galleta perdedora (parece que mis gustos galleteros no son muy refinados…)).

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¡Felicidades, Mario!

¡Los queremos, familia! Nos dio mucho gusto poder compartir con ustedes tantos logros ese fin de semana.

 

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Mama and me 2013So my mom came to visit last week. She stayed for six days and we did all of the usual things: got a pedicure, went shopping (she procured a fabulous dress to wear to my brother’s graduation in July but I, sadly, did not), went to the Easter Pageant at the Mesa temple, and stuffed ourselves with ALL OF THE FOOD. I loved having someone to pal around with all day and it was pretty much wonderful.

But then she left, and all of a sudden, things were terrible! I was lonely! Food was no fun with nobody here to invent strange and delicious combinations, and there was nobody who would spontaneously decide that we NEEDED a root beer float, immediately right now! I had piles of work to do and no motivation to do any of it! It was getting to be altogether too much.

So after a couple of days of moping around and generally being very unproductive, I decided that this was no time to be stoic and pulled out the big guns: the Nora Ephron guns. 1/4 of the way through Sleepless in Seattle, I began to feel a tiny bit better.

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you, what women are looking for: pecs and a cute butt.”
“What, you mean like, ‘He has the cutest butt?'”
“Yeah.”
“Where did I hear that recently?”
“Everywhere.”

You should also know that I have Dance with Me ready to play at a moment’s notice, so don’t be too concerned.

“He can pick me up any time he wants to.”
“Take a number, sister.”

I mean, if 1990’s Chayanne and Vanessa Williams don’t cheer you up, nothing will.

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Blossoms-3.14Well, hello there! So… I disappeared right after I resolved to post more frequently… my bad. It’s just been an odd and fast few months since I was last here. I mean, we did stuff and went places—I even took pictures!—but for whatever reason I never made it back to this space. I think the main problem was the uncertainty I felt, in January and February in particular. We were anticipating some life changes, but couldn’t really control what was going to happen or when.

To be perfectly honest, it still kind of feels that way. We did decide to renew our lease on our apartment, which means that by the end of this lease we’ll have lived here three times as long as we’ve ever lived anywhere else, hooray! However, both Josh and I started new jobs (and during the transition I’m working two jobs; I’ve realized I can’t complain about not having enough free time, because at this point it’s met by responses like “you do this to yourself, friend” and “well, whose fault is that?” (um… mine. oops.)). The new job makes me happy, but also crazy, and all of the quality time I’ve been spending on my computer definitely isn’t translating to time on MY blog. So there’s that.

Just imagine, as you do with all bloggers, that in my bloggy breaks I’m busy being happy, being afraid, being in love, fighting, redecorating my house, hanging out with Josh and learning. This will make me feel ok about the fact that the images I share here and, especially, what I write here, constitute a very small, very edited piece of my life- partly because I don’t have time for more and partly, let’s be real, because apparently I only blog when I feel 100% on top of life. Ha!

Of course it hasn’t all been uncertainty and stress, not even close. Helloooo, it was winter in Phoenix, which means citrus, sunny days, desert flowers and gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous weather. Now that we’re officially into spring, allow me to unload my camera for a minute in the spirit of spring cleaning, with (as always) the best of intentions to show up here more often. :)

Tombstone^^^We finally made it to Tombstone, AZ! ^^^

It's all fun and games until you turn into a hostage situation.

It’s all fun and games until you turn into a hostage situation.

We also went to visit my parents to run in a charity 5k my mom organized with her students, and were lucky enough to catch the peach blossoms. We coordinated well enough that all seven of us were able to be there on the same weekend, which was pretty awesome indeed. (I can’t figure out a way to write that so it doesn’t make it seem like there are seven kids– no. Only five of us including spouses!).

We’re accidentally developing a little collection of pictures in this exact same pose.

Probably my favorite recent picture, because Sebastián Rulli. :)

Probably my favorite recent picture, because Sebastián Rulli. :)

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They are so wonderfully photogenic

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A algunas personas no les gusta hacer la lista de resoluciones, metas y cambios que se acostumbra hacer en año nuevo. ¿A mí? Me encanta. Me apasiona la idea de mejorarme poco a poco, y soy feliz haciendo miles de metas e inventando formas de medir mi cambio.

Sin embargo, el año pasado hice una sola resolución: terminar mi tesis. La idea era enfocarme completamente en ese proyecto, porque la mera verdad pensar en escribir lo que terminó siendo un libro me causaba angustia y estrés. Ya estando aquí, del otro lado del año, últimamente he dicho cosas como «Fue muy difícil pero nunca se me ocurrió dejar la tesis sin terminar» y «Si, ¡me encantaría empezar un doctorado!»; pero luego me acuerdo de las noches de sufrimiento y no dudo que una sola resolución de esas fue bastante.

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En la segunda ceremonia de mi graduación, el presidente de la universidad comentó en su discurso que solamente el 8% de estadounidenses han terminado una maestría (y sólo el 3% un doctorado). Ya de eso hace casi un mes, pero sigo pensando en esa observación. Me acuerdo haber pensado en ese momento que no estaría ahí sentada con mi toga y mi birrete sin antes haber aprendido, vez tras vez en el 2013, qué tan ciertos son estos dos dichos:

“I can do hard things.”

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«El que mucho abarca, poco aprieta».

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A las personas que me apoyaron (en persona o a la distancia) el día de mi graduación y durante los dos años y medio del programa de maestría, se los agradezco de todo corazón. No les puedo decir cuánto me alegró la existencia el tener a tantas personas que quiero ahí cerquita por un par de días. Si prometen volver a visitarme en Phoenix, ¡renuncio a las listas de mil metas y me dedico a un proyecto enorme y espantoso todos los años! Los adoro.

The picture on the right pretty much sums up our whole household dynamic during the fall of 2013: I was tired.

The picture on the right pretty much sums up our whole household dynamic during the fall of 2013: I was tired.

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The “real” bloggers (you know, the professionals) are so good at faithfully chronicling their activities on their blog in a timely manner. I… am not (obviously). In typical fashion, now that everyone else is sharing their Christmas recap, I’m only just getting around to posting these pictures taken at the Arizona Balloon Classic a couple of weeks ago. I really wanted to go last year, but we had other plans and couldn’t make it. Happily, this year my in-laws (who were visiting) and Josh were good sports and let me drag them up at zero dark thirty to catch the sunrise launch. A hearty thanks to all the enablers that allow me to feed my hot air balloon obsession.

As far as recaps go, oddly enough, I didn’t take ANY holiday pictures this year—not at Thanksgiving (which we spent in Chihuahua with my parents) and not at Christmas (which we spent in Jersey City with my in-laws)—because we kept forgetting the camera at home. Oops. So! One short graduation recap to come and we shall be perfectly posed to keep that annual resolution: “Blog about things less than one month after they happen.” Wish me luck, y’all.