February 29, 2012

leap day, counting, and girth

Is this day really happening?
Am I 30 years old today or a mere 7.5 years young?

Leap day should be celebrated, methinks. We should all be allowed to take the day off so that we can appropriately bask in the rarity of this day, contemplating our existence and the measure of time. Time,  which we celebrate ALL the time anyway. Birthdays, anniversaries, new years, etc…

I've been specifically trying not to think about time lately. Being pregnant brings a whole new way of looking at and counting the days. Each day, closer to your due date. The days are only lived to reach that new goal moment: delivery.

Today, both my iPhone app and my last ultrasound tell me I am 12 weeks and 4 days.

I am that time. I am a clock.

What happened to the other 30 years and 4 months of me? Still here, though my app doesn’t say shit about that. It only reminds me that I am….a carrier with a deadline. A vessel for life. It tells me things I can and can't do. It shows me the hourglass and I'm just watching the sand slowly sift through to the bottom, waiting. 27 weeks and 3 days to go.

tick, tock, tick, tock.

A clock? No, I'm a fucking time bomb.

Fingers crossed for no actual explosion come September.


Even if I'm avoiding time, there are some things that cannot be avoided and the most prominent of those things, my friends, is mid-section growth. Today I woke up bigger, slightly so but indeed bigger. So instead of squeezing myself into unbuttoned jeans OR wearing yet another flowing dress, I wore my very first pair of maternity jeans. I'm wearing them now. NEW THINGS!

I went on a maternity shopping spree last week because the time was closing in and my pants were no longer closing at all.

True statement: maternity clothes are NOT cheap.

I bought 5 things, 5. And I spent almost $500. Yep. I told my sister that she better wear the hell out of these things one day because that kind of spending needs to be stretched as far as time and wear of material will allow. Care to see what I bought? Of course you do. We love to shop.

Today I am wearing these jeans by j. brand.

And tomorrow I might wear any of these other goodies my belly and wallet gobbled up. 

Black jeans by 7 for all mankind - seriously could not find a link to these even though i found an image this morning, ugh. 

Leggings in gray and black - they look like leggings. 

And this serious lady...

Yes, that's a nursing bra so I imagine it will come in handy later. For now, it's just a bra that actually fits over my current state of chest. It's getting ridiculous, folks. 

I can safely say, with most of my day behind me, I recommend these jeans and bra with high marks! 5 stars! 

Look at me, celebrating today with exclamation points! Leaping through the day with enthusiasm! 



*i would like to take this post script opportunity to thank my mom for splitting the maternity spree with me, you're the best, barbaloo. <3

February 27, 2012

Photobooth Monday - I'm Half-Naked!

Photobooth Monday has become another casualty of being pregnant. And it's not only because I'm too lazy to take photos, no, no. It's because I'm too lazy to get out of my house and see people or do things. And lord knows you don't want each Monday to be a series of me making awkward faces from my post on the couch or Easton licking his extremities from his post on the floor. (though, now that I type that, Easton does make me laugh a lot, hmmm…next week?)

But today, folks, today I am going to make up for many weeks lost because this photobooth features me, in my underwear. It's a belly shot bonanza!

12 weeks, 3 days.

It's a little hard to know what you're looking at but that's my belly profile. Not much to see yet and anything you are seeing is probably just the result of big macs and french fries...and maybe a few chocolate frosted donuts with sprinkles. 

Also, you can probably see Easton in the top 3 photos, he's my perma-shadow, always up in my photos. 

So, that's that. Photobooth Monday, underwear, bellies and puppies. 

I'm a full service shop. Get used to it. 


February 24, 2012

glow me a glow worm

Last summer, before I was ready to get off the pill, I came across the gorgeous showcase of a website, the glow. Immediately after I devoured the entire thing, I wrote to Hank telling him I wanted to start trying right that second and that we were going to make a little girl. Oh! And that we were moving to NYC to live in a loft. I told him to start looking for jobs.

If this isn't the best propaganda for wanting a child, I don't know what is. And that light, goddamnit, I need that light!

go forth, friends. 
put some glow in your friday. 


February 22, 2012

baby bunny - the reveal

The week before new year's eve, I was feeling extremely exhausted. I was emotional and cranky. My boobs were heavy and hurt like hell. I was going to start my period on the 30th.

Flo did not come to town and now it was the first of the year. Give it another day, I thought.

On the 2nd of January, bright and early, I took a pregnancy test. I waited the full 3 minutes to even glance at that stick. I brushed my teeth and avoided it on the counter. I slowly rinsed and dried my mouth. I reached over, picked it up and looked down…

two. lines.

two. strong ass. pink lines.

"holy shit."
{I say this a lot though not more than I have in the last 2 months} 

I walked into the bedroom, where hank lay half-sleeping, and slowly  meandered around the bed. He looks up.

"Did anything happen in there?"

"Oh yeah, something happened."

"Oh yeah? As in…."

I got back into bed and handed him the stick.

"Ohh My God," says the hank.

Yup. That's how we felt. Which, admittedly, is kind of silly because we were actively trying. But it had only been two months and to be entirely honest, we "tried" once that fertile week. And welp, as the old saying goes, once is all it takes. 

All of January and February has been a haze to me.  Chock full of nausea, exhaustion (a clear theme here), cramping, disbelief, and dare I even say…depression?

These feelings can be extremely inconvenient in a world where everyone loves to be super excited about these things. The first question I get is almost always, "Are you SO exciiiiiited?!?!"

To which, I usually reply, "umm, I think so?" with a large, reassuring, slightly quizzical smile to make them feel good.

But all that aside, there IS one thing that can make all your unhappy feelings go away and turn your puking frown upside down.

And here it is.


February 21, 2012

new things in my purse and elsewhere

hard candies
…ginger ale?

also, today my pants are extraordinarily tight. this does not make me happy. it makes me uncomfortable and grumpy.

I blogged a lot in december dressember. dresses have a way of making that happen. and I anticipated following that practice through this new year, keeping everyone updated on all my life happenings. but then, something happened and I could barely look at a computer. I could barely look at anything because that would have required me to keep my eyes open. I was tired, more tired than I'd ever been.

And all I wanted to do was blog about it.

But I didn't.
I couldn’t.

I wanted to give you the whole story. I wanted to tell you about the second I found out that shit was gonna change. I wanted so much to tell my story, from beginning to end, without worrying about time. I didn't want to follow these "rules" of waiting until it was safe or advisable because I don't believe life should have rules. Life is spontaneous and unpredictable. And I'm OK with that.

But even with all my wants, I couldn't write about it. I didn't have the words. And even now, if you can't plainly see, I'm still struggling to come up with them.

So, the best I can do is start with this.

Because maybe as I didn't believe it until I saw it, you might not know what I'm babbling on about.

This was at 8 weeks and on Friday, I'll have completed 12 weeks of this...this...game-changer. 

#impregnant #holyshit


February 17, 2012

Fridays are for Polka Dots and Winners!

I've got big news, guys. 

This morning as I faced my closet with a bewildered look, 
as I tried to decide what to wear, 
I made an important choice. 

Polka dots, I said to my reflection. 

I walked over to my dresser before I could double-think it and slipped [read: squeezed] 
into my polka dot tights. 
Why, you ask??

Because, once you are wearing polka dot tights, the dress and heels are bound to follow. 

So, here it is: 
I got dressed today and it feels soooo good. 
I feel like me. 

in other BIG news...

we have a winner folks! 
a. freaking. winner. 

with a whopping 9 entries, I used random.org to 
generate us a winner based on comment order and the winner is: 


comment #1

as told by his own words, with my slight interpretation...

winning this print is sure to keep him stoked all weekend long! 

congrats brendan! 
email me your address and off this baby goes. 

thank you to everyone who entered! 
i appreciate you. 

Happy Weekend!!! 

February 16, 2012

Whitney sings: ENTER TO WIN!

Only 2 more days to win this baby. 

Do it because right now, there are only 4 entries - and that's because 3 people are anonymous, which really can't win you any prizes on this blog or in life - and one person isn't even a  follower. Sorry kids, rules is rules.

That means you have a pretty good chance to win and who doesn't love winning?

Speaking of winning…here's a playlist I made of Whitney songs for your listening pleasure.

She was a winner folks, in my heart, my ears and my dancin' feet.
So win this one, for Whitney!

February 15, 2012

beauty and a beast

how gorgeous are these photos of bey and jay's new baby blue?!

so glad they shared them with us.
and since we all know sharing is caring, here they are for those of you with better things to do than actually search this shit out.

ok and i'm just gonna say it: 

what the hell happened to lindsay lohan?! 
i'm going with a classic: drugs are bad, mmmkay. 

February 14, 2012

i heard today was a holiday.

Sadly, this is as good as it gets here. What you're seeing are my superior pen tool skills. I'm calling it a pet rock. And since I've never had one, I'm pretty happy about it.

I shall call him: Augustus.

Augustus wishes you a Happy Valentine's Day! 

He is probably off eating chocolate somewhere. Which means you should be too.

The Hank and I don't do much for Valentine's day. Neither of us cares much for it. I mean, we can love on each other every day and pretty much do so yeah, it's just another day...in paradise! Hey-oh!

But to celebrate my love for my most special, sexy husband, I will proudly display photos from our wedding day because it was a day of love, love, love. I'm pretty sure I didn't stop smiling once that day. Even my grandma said to me "you are glowing!" and then she squeezed my hand and smiled. Oh, I love her. Happy Valentine's day Grandma!!!

Ok, that got off track....focus. Pictures!!

we met in a bar and here we are, in a bar again. 

so. damn. poetic. 

hank, i love you so freaking much. 
you make my heart full. 

and you can bet your ass on that new haircut getting you lucky tonight. 


February 13, 2012

birthday wishes and cookie dreams

today is cookie's birthday. and so a big 'ol HAPPY BIRTHDAY to miss samantha!

this can also go to mr. travis - though I doubt he knows I have a blog or possibly what a blog is…nevertheless, happy birthday trav!

they're brother and sister, not twins. they're my in-laws. hank's siblings. yup.

 I was looking for e-cards to send to them and duh, came across some fun options over at someecards.

I ended up sending samantha this one:

and travis (though, not sure if he ever checks his email) a personal email message of: happy birthday! hope you have a great day.

I know, I'm original.

ok, so then I saw this card which made me laugh out loud. I almost sent it to myself but it's not my birthday and that's slightly pathetic so instead I'm sharing it with you!

it reminded me of the book I just finished reading called The Land of Later On by Anthony Weller. It offers a completely refreshing take on what the afterlife could be - so much so that it makes mass suicides appealing. anyway, it's a fun read. check it out if you have the time.

and to keep the good spirit flowing, here's a delightful 1992 musical relic. does it take you back?
ooohhh yeaaaah.

Weak by SWV - Sisters With Voices on Grooveshark

oh! and don't forget to enter to win

February 10, 2012

my gain is your gain: surf print giveaway!

it's friday! 
and it's giveaway day. 

what!? the weekend AND a giveaway? 
damn, life is good. 

allow me to take you back a week. I believe I mentioned at some point…maybe?...that I was attending the so-cal blogger meet-up. it was held in la jolla and there were about 60 lady bloggers there. craziness, I tell you. the gals who organized the event really did a great job and it was a completely new experience. I got to meet a few super cool girls and I got the stink-eye and some shit talking action all in the same day! typical lady qualms.

one really generous aspect of this event were all the giveaways. it seemed we were lucky enough to get some great sponsors and during the second raffle, I won something!  (we all won something in the end…but it's still pretty fun to hear your name called) 

My prize turned out to be pretty freaking rad. From Orange&Park, a local print shop, I got a screen print of San Diego's surf spots. Behold:

I can appreciate art. I like to hang things on my walls at home. I like to support the locals but here comes the part where you become the winner.

I'm not a big surf gal…plain and simple.

The last time (and maybe third time in life) I went surfing, I came back with bruises, a belly full of salt water and a renewed fear of the ocean. Safe to say, I'm sticking to bays, lakes, ponds, sidewalk and swimming pools for the rest of my adult life. It's a shame because here I've been, all my life, living near the beach. Oh, irony, you kill me.

Where my surfers at? 
Where my surf lovers at? 
Where my map enthusiasts at? 

Holler at your girl and enter to win this dandy piece of snazziness!

Let's take a closer look at it.

14"W x 24"H
Ink Screen Print
San Diego Surf Print
color..green or blue/ unknown because I'm a lady and I don’t want to get my grimy fingerprints all over your new print!
I. am. a. lady.

Here's how you win! 

1. You must be a follower of vickichristine. Just click that little 'join this site' button on your left. 
2. Leave a comment about why you love surfin'. 
3. Cross your fingers real tight! (optional)
4. Do a lucky dance - a jig, if you will. (also, optional but highly recommended)

And that's it! 
I'll pick one random winner next Friday, 2/17/12. 

Good Luck!! 
also, if you have the time, I suggest visiting Orange&Park
they've got other cool shnazz too. 


Happy Weekend! 

February 8, 2012

technology improves friendships

Growing up in a time with no email, no internet, no cell phones can be hard to recall but I know I did it. I distinctly remember saying to a friend in high school 'what the hell is email?' And when I finally created one, the pressure of having to come up with a name I would use and give out to people was entirely too overwhelming. I still feel this way about commitment - hence the reason why we still rent a home. And after many hours of pondering what I would use, I finally came up with vbella22…seriously.

Because I speak another language and in that language I am so beautiful, you have no idea.

I've since come to my senses and have employed a very simple email handle of my actual name for years. Unfortunately it's now outdated because I got hitched and changed my name but I'm keeping it as is. I can't go through that decision process again.

Naming disasters aside, the email is one of my best friends. It helps me keep in touch with anyone and everyone - including, my IRL friends. The same friends who also did not have email addresses in high school or middle school or elementary school. But what happens when said friends don’t have email? Or GASP! a computer?

I say: that friendship suffers.

Of course, this statement assumes that your well connected friends actually read and reply to email - and I'd venture to say that most do. Is there anyone out there who does not list check email as their morning activities?

Employed at a desk or not, you can check at home, at work, on your phone, at an internet cafĂ©…do these still exist? When you'd like to quickly update your friends with big news or send out a question or a photo of the outfit you're wearing for approval or just to rant without taking an actual break from work and calling them, the email is perfection. And the friend that does not email does not get to hear these things; they don't know about yesterday when you lost your dog during your morning walk, was late to work and then missed lunch because you forgot about the project that was due that afternoon. And sometimes it's these small life things that build stronger relationships. It's daily life that brings us closer together.

My last caveman inspired friend with no computer access has just ended the madness. She now has a computer and even, email. It just happened and since then, she's emailed me 3 times a day. Each email looks like a letter, complete with salutations and full sentences. While I can't wait until she gets on board with the rest of us text happy maniacs, cutting sentences down, using wild exclamations and brief if non-existent greetings, I'm glad we can keep in touch more often.

Poof! We're close again and I officially know her schedule for the next month.

Wait...did I say technology improves or worsens friendships...

February 6, 2012

it's the memory of you that keeps me wanting more

I just smelled the smell of dried pine needles in the mountains. specifically, in lake tahoe. I heard them crunching under my steps. I saw their brown stick bodies and cluster heads. I felt the sun on my face and the crisp air on my arms. I got goosebumps and took a deep breath. I faced the mountain of trees and rocks and felt the excitement of a new day.

oh, you pine needles.

this weekend, I'll be venturing out to idyllwild, ca with my family for a lovely weekend of nothing. we'll play games, take walks, peruse town shoppes and eat lots of food together, in a cabin. we'll be surrounded by pine needles and that dry mountain air. good for deep breaths and nose bleeds.

I like having things to look forward to.