Friday, December 19, 2008

Baby Windmueller on the way.

Had another monthly doctor's appointment yesterday. Everything went really well!

My glucose levels for the gestational diabetes thing are perfect! Hooray! They want you below 140 and mine were at 65! That's good- bring on the brownies (in moderation of course!).

The baby's heartbeat is still very strong and he's currently facing head down with his butt up by my ribs. My doctor said this is great because he's figured out the position he will need to be in very soon to enter this world!

I have another doctor's appointment in January and then from there we go from having once a month appointments to every two week appointments. Wow! This is getting so close!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Never Talk to Strangers...

Strangers on a Train is the leatest Hitchcock film I've perused.

This one was nominated for an Oscar.

Two strangers, Guy Haines- a tennis player trapped in an awful marriage and Bruno Anthony- a spoiled and psychotic rich boy happen to meet on a train.

Bruno talks on and on about how he hates his father because the father won't give Bruno any of his money, but would rather he worked. He then brings up the fact that he knows Guy is trapped in an awful marriage to a lady named Miriam and is also invovled with a senators daughter named Anne.

Bruno concots a plan that they should swap murders to get rid of each others nuisance. Guy refuses and storms off the train. Bruno, however had some different idea about that reaction and goes on to stalk Guy's wife Miriam, a no-good hussy, and eventually strangles her at a carnival.

He then takes Miriam's broken glasses to Guy to show him the proof that he killed her and one part of their "imagined" bargain was complete. Guy is horrified when he discovers this and then also finds himself suspect of murder.

He continues to refuse Bruno's request that he kill his father and Bruno beings to prove more and more that he's insane. He thinks that's Anne's sister looks like Miriam and tries to strangle an old lady in a lunatic sort of rage when he sees her.

Guy continues to try and find ways to prove that Bruno is a lunatic. The only catch is that Bruno stole Guy's lighter and when he realizes that Guy isn't going to kill his father, he decides he's going to have to pin the murder of Miriam on Guy.

The climax takes place back at the carnival where Bruno is trying to get back to the same spot where he killed Miriam so he can drop the lighter. Guy sees him and Bruno runs onto the carousel. Police are following Guy and think that Guy is running away from them so they shoot their guns and end up killing the carousel operator who then pushes the carousel into hyper-speed. There's a great fight scene on the runaway carousel that finally ends when an older-than-heck old man climbs under the whirling carousel to stop the ride, but the ride is going so fast it ends in a catastrophic crash!

Bruno is crushed by a lot of the debris and dies- all the while denying that he killed Miriam and that it was Guy that did it. He still has the lighter though, and that, in the end, is what saves Guy.

The end!

Another triumph for Mr. Hitchcock!!!!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008


Today I had to do the standard test for gestational diabetes where they have you drink this HUGE bottle of orange goo that kind of tastes like fizzy orange soda except it has ten times the sugar in it. Yuck. My teeth still hurt just thinking about it!

You have to time yourself from the time you start drinking it to the time you finish it. You basically are supposed to finish the whole thing in 5 minutes. I drank mine from 9:05 a.m. to 9:07 a.m. That's right, I put that sucker away. No use in prolonging the pain.

From there you are supposed to go immediately to the hospital laboratory where they make you wait for about 50 minutes before they draw your blood.

For those of you that don't know this yet- Jeff may be the only one actually- I hate having my blood drawn and basically anything to do with needles.

This fear/hate was only escalated about a week before our wedding when I had to go and get my blood drawn for that test thing that they do (ya they have since changed this requirement boo!). So I was given a few options of places to go and get the blood drawn and it turns out the Planned Parenthood in Missoula was the cheapest place to get it done so my mom took me there because I told her I didn't think I'd be able to drive after (good thing) and I went in to get the blood drawn. Well the nurse stunk! She couldn't find my veins- hello, they are right there in my arm! And when she did find them my vein would keep rolling on her. So all I felt for about 10 minutes was a needle digging in my arm while the nurse kept going, "Oh shoot!" and then there was the blood trickling down my arm. I was two seconds from passing out when I yelled at her to ask me questions about my wedding. This saved me from the embarrassment of passing out when *lightbulb* she saw her patient obviously didn't feel too hot.

SO yes, I don't like needles too much, and I really just don't like the whole idea all together of having blood drawn.

So when they finally called my name to take me into the back room I was already feeling a little woozy. I sat down in the chair and the lovely lady who was drawing my blood looked at me and said, "I remember you! You don't like needles."

She then left the room and came back with two ice packs- she put one in my left hand and the other on my left shoulder.

Talk about amazing therapy there! She was done in a matter of seconds and I basically skipped out of the room with nothing more than a bandage on my arm!

Hopefully the test turns out okay and I'm in the clear.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Date Night

So Mr. Hitchcock and I had another date night tonight.

He seems to be filling in a lot for my husband who works late nights at the sports desk...

Tonight was Shadow of a Doubt. Dun dun dun!

This one is about a young girl named Charlotte (Charlie) who idolizes her uncle- Charlie- whom she is named after. He shows up at the family home one day, lavishes them with presents and then starts to get comfy. Uncle Charlie gives girl Charlie a beautiful emerald ring that looks very expensive and mysteriously has some odd initials engraved on it.

Things seems to be fine until Uncle Charlie gets weird over certain stories in the paper about a "Merry Widower" who kills rich old ladies and takes their money. He also gets paranoid over two guys who say they are with the U.S. Survey Bureau (or something like that) but they are actually detectives who have followed him.

Well one of the detectives thinks the girl Charlie is cute and so he takes her on a date where he tells her that her Uncle Charlie might not be who she thinks he is. This makes girl Charlie upset and she ends up going to the library to look up the days paper that her unclestole before anyone could read it and its here that she discovers about the "Merry Widower."

Girl Charlie starts to suspect that this murderer might be her uncle and becomes very stand-offish with him. Eventually he figures out she knows his secret and swears her to secrecy, promising her he will leave soon.

Then, strange things start to happen to girl Charlie. A step breaks that she's walking down and she nearly falls to her death and then she gets locked in the garage with a running car that has no key in the engine.

She figures out that her uncle is trying to kill her and basically puts on the strange emerald ring- a ring he took from the last lady he killed- and he sees it and realizes that she is going to tell everyone and that she knows everything.

So he announces that he is leaving the next day on a train. When the family takes him to the train station he invites girl Charlie and her younger brother and sister onboard to look around. He ends up trapping Charlie on the train once it has started moving and tries to throw her off to kill her. She squirms and manages to get away but her Uncle Charlie misteps and falls out of the train into another oncoming train. Ouch.

In the end, Charlie was the murderer and was a man who was angry at the world and especially these rich widows who had nothing better to do but spend all of their money.

Girl Charlie ends up marrying the detective who told her about her uncle.

So this one was pretty good.

There was some weirdness in how Uncle Charlie and his niece interacted. It was almost borderline romance and that was just weirding me out. They looked fairly close in age and there was alot of arm touching and he put his arm around her a lot. It was...odd.

I liked Hitchcock's portrayal of a stronger feminine character like Charlie. She wasn't a powerhouse or anything, but she was one of the more stronger female characters I've watched in any Hitchcock film.

In the end, I'm glad the bad guy got his comeuppance. Ha!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

The Woes of a Pregnant Lady

Where do I begin?

Pregnancy thus far has been quite a ride.

I've gone from hovering over a toilet for hours at a time desperately waiting for the nausea to pass to manically making dozens upon dozens of cupcakes and perhaps eating the majority of them for myself to being overly emotional and crying at every little thing I find beautiful to cleaning the whole apartment in under 45 minutes and still having the time and energy to workout for 1 hour.

If I weren't pregnant, I'm sure people would like to think my mindset sometime borders dangerously close to a Britney Spears catastrophe.

I am now reaching a stage in my pregnancy where I'm thinking it would be nice if:

  • My feet quit hurting. I've never had any kind of foot pain before and now the arches of my feet and the heels ache and ache all day long.

  • My legs would quit cramping. Talk about ouch. They hurt all day no matter how many bananas I eat or how many miles I walk. At least twice a week I am awakened by a massive charlie horse in my calf that has me cringing for ten minutes while Jeff tries to massage it out. Then I limp around all day because it hurts all day.

  • My back would quit spasming. Lower back feels like a pile of spaghetti noodles at times. I've been randomly bending over to pick up a pen I've dropped only to have the back spasm and I end up on my knees because my legs gave out. Weird.

  • My bladder would quit filling up. Okay seriously. I can understand three or four trips to the bathroom, but really now, 15-20 is getting a little ridiculous. I can't keep losing sleep just to get up 3-4 times in the middle of the night to pee.

  • My REM cycle were restored. I can't sleep Its killing me. I go to bed at 9 pm and wake up at 6:30 am and I'm still exhausted. People tell me all the time that I look tired. Well, guess, what?! I am!!!!! I can't get a good night sleep when my legs cramp and my back spasms and I have to pee every hour or so. Oh and on top of that I go to bed cold and wake up in the middle of the night just covered in sweat after having some weird and random baby dream. Side note: Last night I had a dream I gave birth to a multi-racial child. I had people asking me left and right if it were Jeff's child and I kept screaming (yes, screaming) at them that it wouldn't be anyone else's child but no one would believe me. The night before that, it was a delivery dream where I kept walking around with a needle in my back trying to find the guy to give me my epidural.

On another side note: I understand that my REM cycle may never be fully restored now that we're having a baby. But I would just like to sleep in for once. I can do that every once in a blue moon after baby is born...right?

  • My energy came back. I want to run and take my spin classes and get my heart rate over 140! I love my baby and 100 percent value his health and well-being but MAN I have never been so bored working out as I have been this entire pregnancy. I hate walking when I feel like I should be running and I hate low intensity. Boo. I'm all about the extreme!

  • I could drink coffee again. I have never wanted my once a week caffeine fix as I have these past 6 months. Coffee would really help me a lot right now.

  • I could drink a glass of wine or have a beer. That's the one thing I've continually craved and haven't been able to satisfy. Now, I know some people think that a glass of wine once in a blue moon will not hurt the baby, but, I am not about to take any chances. I did a science fair project in 8th grade on Fetal Alcohol Syndrome with hard boiled eggs and I saw what the alcohol did to those yolks. Not pretty. Not even going to take a chance.

  • I weren't so swollen. Ya. My feet are swollen and my face is swollen and my hands are swollen. I had to get my wedding ring actually cut off my finger because we couldn't get it off. Thankfully they resized it from Large to Pregnant and it now fits on my finger and comes off when I want it to.
All complaining aside, I have thoroughly been enjoying my pregnancy. Especially now when you feel the little guy moving inside of you all day long. Its just unreal. I also like eating fairly guilt free- as long as its healthy and I LOVE the cravings for Mexican food. Yum.
**Note: The picture above in NOT our baby. I stole it from a website.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Oh So Very Proud

This past week or so has been quite crazy and I just realized I didn't do a post on some of the biggest news we've gotten since we found out we were pregnant.

Jeff got promoted!
He is now the Sports Editor and the Independent Record and will officially take on the role (even though he's performing the duties right now) on January 1, 2009.

I'm so proud of him and know he will knock their socks off!

This means that we will be staying in Helena for about 3-4 years or until something better comes along. For now, this is definitely something we can work with and are hoping to make a move/upgrade into house/condo.

Now the question we rent or do we buy???

Monday, December 8, 2008


25 weeks and counting.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Dialing M for Mmmmmmarvelous

Mr. Hitchcock and I were able to reconnect again this weekend. This time with his fabulous Dial M for Murder.

Grace Kelly is in it and I LOVE her.

This one's about a guy who hires an old college friend and general scumbag to kill his wealthy wife whom he finds out is cheating on him with a writer. Dang those mysterious writers :)

He does it 'cause he's pissed and also because he wants to inherit all of his wife's wealth.

So, the plan is set but then gets completely screwed up mid-murder. The guy- btw this hit man's last name is Swan- had nylons wrapped around Grace's neck when she stabs him in the back with scissors. He dies an all to quick death for the size of the scissors she stabs him with and the murder plan is off.

The scheming husband races home to try and cover everything up and in the process hatches a plan to frame his wife for the murder of this man.

Well amazingly the plan seems to work until little holes start popping up everywhere in this dude's plan.

In the end, they are able to prove that he was the one who set the whole thing up because of a mix up with keys. Pretty genius if you ask me.

ANywho, I have to say that the best part of the movie was at the very end when the scheming husband discovers he's been caught. He smiles and walks over to pour himself a drink. He seems very jovial about the whole thing which sent me into a fit of laughter.

I do like how Alfie is able to comically lift the most horrible of situations. He's my guy!
But I must now go back to something I pointed out earlier. The hitman died waaaay too quickly after being stabbed with what looked like the scissors I took to school in kindergarten. I mean, yes, you would obviously be in pain from being stabbed in the back but I just don't think its physcially possible to die in a matter of seconds with that kind of a wound. Now, yes, I know that it was Hollywood and all that glitters, but I mean come on!
It was the same thing with The Rope, the dude the two guys killed died in seconds.
Now the lady that dies in Psycho was fairly believable because she was stabbed over and over and over again (by the way, did you know that the blood the filmed going down the drain in that scene was actually chocolate syrup!) and you don't really see a murder in Rear Window and the lady in Vertigo falls out the bell tower of a very tall church so that's believable too.
This topic does seem a little dismal to be talking about, but tis just a small little annoyance I have with Mr. Hitchcock. Of course, he's nearly perfect everywhere else. But if you want to scare me or believe that a character in one of your movies actually died- don't stab him with the circular edged scissors I used to cut out paper shapes with when I was five.
We shall see how Alfie and I do next week when Strangers on a Train arrives.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Robert Pattison will be my second husband...

So I've recently become obssessed with Twilight. Okay, that's actually a lie. I've been obsessed since like my junior year of college when I read the first book.
Reading a story line like that and being able to see it come full circle into a huge movie production makes me wish I could write a book. Maybe one day I will...
Now I don't think that everything about this book series was perfect. It was a little sappy and I thought the main character, Bella, could have put on her big tough-girl pants more than once, but, overall I enjoyed the easy readibility of the books and the character depth.
So, now they have the Twilight movie out and like many hormone crazy teen girls across the nation I am obsessed with the movie and the guy who plays the love-lorn vampire Edward Cullen- Mr. Robert Pattison.
Mmm yummy!
I've already told Jeff I am taking him as my second husband and we'll move to the caves of Utah if we have to! :P
Looking at a picture of Robert Pattison each and every day makes my work day a little more enjoyable and leaves me with the warm fuzzies inside :)

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

You just don't pass gas in an aerobics class...

Seriously ladies. That's just cruel.
Every Tuesday I make an effort to go to my favorite workout class called Body Pump. It basically works every single muscle in your body with low weight, high reps. I love it and the instructors and the music are fabulous!
So I would categorize this class as somewhat aerobic, basically because you end up breathing so hard at the end of every weight session you do.
So I walk into class today to start setting up my little workout spot and what do you think happens, I am blasted with the worst smelling perfume someone can let off. Seriously, it smelt like someone crapped their pants.
Now there's only me and like three other people in the class at the moment, and it sure as heck wasn't me.
So, being the polite lady that I am, I shrug it off, start breathing in half breaths and continue to go about my business of setting up the weights.
Other people arrive for the class and we start to do our warmups. I'm mid squat when I'm smacked across the face with the exact same heinous odor as before. I can barely finish the warm up because I'm trying not to gag.
Now, let me interject something here. My husband isn't shy when it comes to his natural gas, so I've gotten used to whatever noises or smells he might emit.
This however wasn't the silly little school girl kind of gas that accidentally happens when you're laughing too hard with your friends, thus causing everyone to laugh harder. This was a "I just swallowed a gallon of toxic waste that is slowly making its way through my intenstines" stench.
The odor persisted and got better and/or worse throughout different periods of the class.
As I looked around I noticed a few other ladies making scrunched up faces at the smell, that, or they could have been concentrating really hard on doing their bicep curls. Whatever, I like to think that they were struggling to breathe.
I finally had to just up and leave before we got to the sit-up and stretching section of the class because whomever came to class with their butt a spewing, kept right on trucking through the very end.
As I sit here now, breathing in some fresh, clean, fart-free air I would like to remind everyone that its just not polite to pass gas in an aerobical (yes I made that up) environment.
If I am working five times harder than normal to breathe and I have both my mouth and my nostrils sucking in air, try not to pollute it with your little "poufs." The world already suffers enough damage from noxious gases and doesn't need any of your help.
I'm bringing air freshner the next time I go.

Crazed Sugar-Mama

So at my last doctor's appointment, I was told I gained a considerable amount of weight since I was last at the doctor. I completely admitted that the whole two weeks prior to this visit I was one hundred percent obsessed with cupcakes and chocolate frosting.
I, might, just might, have gone a little overboard. Oh, that, and I was super busy at work and not on a very good workout schedule.
The next big test they are giving me in two weeks is the one that tests for gestational diabetes.
My doctor told me I should really try and limit myself to one or two sweets a week, just to be safe with the test.
I completely support what she told me and am a little mad at myself for getting so out of control. I do have a bit of a sweet tooth, but it miraculously went away during the first trimester- must have been all the puking I was doing or something. And then it didn't really pick up until this past month when I went a little sugar crazy.
What's even worse is that now that I can't have the sweet when I want it, I want it now more than ever. I would have killed yesterday for a huge brownie with ice cream on top.

To ease my frustrations, I have found a miracle to my dilemma- one that even Jeff supports. Sugar-free Jello pudding, the kind that you make on your own.
With a half a bowl of chocolate pudding I made last night resting comfortably in my fridge I find myself not feeling as stressed about wanting a sweet. Hooray!
Now I can indulge (responsibly) with my guilt-free treat and get myself through to Friday which is the one day of the week I am allowing myself to have a nice pastry/sugary treat.

I've even lost a little bit of weight since I started this routine! It probably helps that I'm working out a bit more too!
All I want is for this baby to be happy and healthy and to not have any problems. I was so mad at myself for getting out of control and possibly putting him in danger. I'm now forcing myself to try and eat a salad a day and chew gum constantly to avoid the school's Dining Hall upstairs where they always have some kind of sweet out there calling to me relentlessly.

In conclusions, sugar-free Jell-O pudding, you are my life saver of the week and I salute you!

Two semi-sleepless nights

I am tired.

Why, you ask, am I tired?

Well, as some of you might know, my husband just so happens to be a fan of anything ghostly and paranormal.

He recently rented the entire first season of Ghost Hunters. If you have never seen Ghost Hunters, allow me to get you up to date. Its basically reality TV about these two guys who have started their own paranormal business on the side. Their day jobs have them working as plumbers for RotoRooter. Yes, I'm serious.

So they both have this fascination with the "other world" and have in some way been affected by it (or so they think) and started their second job where they basically are hired to go into a place for the night, turn off all the lights and run around with cameras and special equipment trying to find ghosts/spirits/whatever you want to call them.

Now, as I have said before. I don't like being scared by stuff that can't necessarily be explained. I am prone to nightmares that even creeped Jeff out when I woke up screaming and punching at the air.

But, me trying to be the tough girl that I think I am and also wanting to spend some time with my husband sat down with him on Sunday night to watch this first season.

So it started off okay, nothing really fascinating. They did catch some voices on their recorder and some orbs flying around. I was doing just peachy keen until they came to like the third or fourth episode where they go to a haunted lighthouse.

We saw a chair move completely on its own. FREAKY!

So then Jeff thought it would be good to bed and put newer episodes of Ghost Hunters on his computer via

Ya. I could already feel the nightmares a-coming.

He then clicked on a Sanitorium one and I about cried I was so scared! They heard actual voices, not recorded on recorders, but actually got them on camera like the person was right next to them! There were rocks that were thrown etc. etc. Oh and then we watched one on a prison where they actually saw a ghost on camera.


My eyes are watering right now as I type this. I don't know what it is but when I get the creepies my eyes water.

So my night on Sunday night was filled with ghosts popping up out of nowhere and chasing me throughout the night.

We did the same thing last night (I was the one that suggested it though so its totally my fault- I just like spending any time I can get with Jeff) and my nightmares were a little worse last night.

All in all I must admit that Ghost Hunters is a pretty cool show, but I am somewhat doubtful of its truth.

Maybe that's the Catholic girl in me trying to believe that everyone (almost) should eventually end up in Heaven.

I find myself a little conflicted with what I believe at the moment.