Thursday, August 6, 2009

..........The story of Penelope in Greek Mythology



Since today is Penelope's birthday here is her story in Greek Mythology, it gives a little meaning to her name, the story is a little hard to follow but very romantic. Hopefully our Penelope will pick up some of these great qualities, she knew what she wanted and wasn't going to settle for anything less.....


Penelope is the wife of the main character, the king of Ithaca, Odysseus (Ulysses in Roman mythology), and daughter of Icarius and his wife Periboea. She only has one son by Odysseus, Telemachus, who was born just before Odysseus was called to fight in the Trojan War. She waits twenty years for the final return of her husband,during which she has a hard time snubbing marriage proposals from 108 odious suitors (including Agelaus, Amphinomus, Ctessippus, Demoptolemus, Elatus, Euryades, Eurymachus and Peisandros, led by Antinous).

On Odysseus's return, disguised as an old beggar, he finds that Penelope has remained faithful. She has devised tricks to delay her suitors, One of her arts of delay was engaging in the preparation of a robe for the funeral canopy of Laertes, her husband's father. She pledged herself to make her choice among the suitors when the robe was finished. Every night for three years, she undoes part of the shroud, until some unfaithful maidens discover her chicanery and reveal it to the suitors.
This is the famous Penelope's web, which is used as
a proverbial expression for anything which is perpetually doing
but never done.


Because of her efforts to put off remarriage, Penelope is often seen as a symbol of connubial fidelity. Although we are reminded several times of her fidelity, Penelope does begin to become restless (due in part to Athena's meddling):
As so often, it is Athena who takes the initiative in giving the story a new direction . . . Usually the motives of mortal and god coincide, here they do not: Athena wants Penelope to fan the Suitor's desire for her and (thereby) make her more esteemed by her husband and son; Penelpoe has no real motive . . . she simply feels an unprecedented impulse to meet the men she so loathes . . . adding that she might take this opportunity to talk to Telemachus (which she will indeed do).

She is ambivalent, variously calling out for Artemis to kill her and, apparently, considering marrying one of the suitors. When the disguised Odysseus returns, she announces in her long interview with the disguised hero that whoever can string Odysseus's rigid bow and shoot an arrow through twelve axe shafts may have her hand. "For the plot of the Odyssey, of course, her decision is the turning point, the move that makes possible the long-predicted triumph of the returning hero".
There is debate as to whether she is aware that Odysseus is behind the disguise. To Penelope and the suitors' knowledge, Odysseus (were he in fact present) would easily surpass all in any test of masculine skill. Since Odysseus seems to be the only person (perhaps excepting Telemachus) who can actually use the bow, it could merely have been another delaying tactic of Penelope's.
When the contest of the bow begins, none of the suitors is able to string the bow, but Odysseus does, and wins the contest. Having done so, he proceeds to slaughter the suitors- Antinous first who he finds drinking from Odysseus' cup - with help from Telemachus, Athena and two servants, Eumaeus the swineherd and Philoetius the cowherd. Odysseus has now revealed himself in all his glory, (with a little makeover by Athena) and it is standard (in terms of a recognition scene) for all to recognize him and be happy. Penelope, however, cannot believe that her husband has really returned—she fears that it is perhaps some god in disguise as Odysseus, as was the case in the story of Alcmene—and tests him by ordering her servant Euryclea to move the bed in their wedding-chamber. Odysseus protests that this cannot be done since he made the bed himself and knows that one of its legs is a living olive tree. Penelope finally accepts that he truly is her husband, a moment that highlights their homophrosyne (like-mindedness).

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Hands off he knees...Please!

So we started our birthing classes last night, and for some reason I think it might finally be real for Anthony! We are taking them at the new Wellness Center at Howard County Hospital which is very nice, it was us and six other couples. As expected we are youngest couple in the class, most of the couples looked to be at least 20 years older than both of us! Our instructor is pretty weird which made it fun for Anthony, she is an older woman who walked around the entire class with her hot pink shirt tucked neatly into her big white underwear! She showed us a few different techniques to help with breathing and pain. She also gave us some exercises that we can do at home together to help prepare for Penelope's birth and surprisingly it seemed as though Anthony was enjoying the fact that he actually had a part in the process, or some responsibility I should say. I could hardly contain my laughter when she had the men and women doing kegel exercises, and was actually going around to check to make sure everyone had a tight butt!She gave us a few homework assignments which included Anthony measuring bottle caps in centimeters to help him have a better understanding of the dilation process, which his face was priceless when she showed the actual chart of what 1 centimeter looks like and went all the way up to 10 centimeters! All in all it was a lot of fun especially when Anthony payed me back for my nasty attitude at dinner...my knees are very sensitive, if anyone touches them I just about loose it and freak out and come very close to wetting my pants...well one of our exercises includes your partner placing his hands on your knees, while you are sitting in a chair and pushing back on your knees. Anthony found it so funny that I was freaking out he decided to tell the instructor that he didn't think he was doing it right, so that she would come over and do it, which of course results with me freaking out and jumping every time she goes to place her hands on my knees. Anthony and the rest of class are just dying laughing! I had to tell her what was going on so she would stop before I wet my pants right on the brand new chairs!

I'm looking forward to paying Anthony back next week when we get to watch the birthing video...and I'll make sure he has a full stomach!

Monday, July 27, 2009

Sooner than we thought...

I was so busy over the weekend I forgot to update everyone about my doctors appointment on Friday, I was scheduled for my regular 31 week check up and as soon as the doctor walked in the room she says "oh you look like your ready to pop, how many weeks are you?" I replied with "31 weeks and 1 day" she then asks if I'm sure, I'm going off what my emails tell me and the due date you guys gave me, and she reminds me that the due date they gave me is based off the dates I gave them.....I've never been one to keep track of those things so I very well could have been wrong...So she took the measurements of my uterus and said she is sure my dates are off, and she needs to do another ultrasound to take Penelope's measurements to see when a more realistic due date is.

Now I'm completely fine with my Tiny Dancer coming sooner, because honestly before God I do not feel like I will be alive in nine weeks, I'm just not going to make it, not at this rate! I was scared at first because we had nothing but a pile of books and stuffed animals from her Ya Ya and Gag (her grandmas), so poor little Nelly would be naked but well educated. We haven't even started our birthing classes yet, so we would not know what to do! So we are scheduled for our ultrasound on the 10th of August, they wanted me to stay that day but I had to many things to do and I would have been there all day. I have also been having so many braxton hicks, two weeks ago we almost went to the hospital because they kept getting worse and closer together, after about two hours and a hot bath they were not as sharp anymore and after laying down for a bit they went away, and ever since then they have been more frequent but never more than 3 an hour. So the doctor said to call if I have five in one hour.

We had our baby shower this weekend and had so much fun!! Penelope got lots of great things and now if she comes early we will be ready! We finished painting the nursery and just have to get it all set up, right now her room is just full of gifts, I have still have to go through everything and see what sizes we have and what things she still needs right away but every time I sit down to do it I get side tracked because it's all so cute, then I get tired and end up in bed! Penelope and I are usually in bed these days by 6:00pm and sleep by 7:00!

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Pay me back double....


I'm almost finished! I can still remember when 30 weeks seemed so far away, when all I wanted was to make it to 12 weeks to hear her tiny heart beating, tears rolled down my cheeks as I thought about her tiny heart, I have life in me and it's my sole responsibility to protect and care for her. There is nothing that Anthony can do or my Mom can do, sure they can help by making sure I eat all the right things and keeping me away from a Mike Hard Lemonade at family cookouts, but ultimately this little heart depends on me. My mind quickly went from the first time I would feel her heart beat to thinking what if this tiny heart gets broken, what if some boy hurts her little feelings or doesn't return her call. "Penelope is never dating" I quickly thought, I will always remember the first time I heard her little heart beating.

After that day all I wanted was to make it to 20 weeks so that I could see her again and find out if it was a boy or girl, even though I knew from the beginning it was my little Penelope, I wanted to be sure. I still remember when she came on the screen and had her legs open wide...showing us she was a girl. My mind quickly raced, I have to teach her how to be a woman, would I be able to have those mother daughter talks my mom was so famous for with her, was I even a good example of woman for her and all I continued to think about was "what if I fail?" or "what if she turns out like me?".

10 weeks later I got see her face for the first time at our 3d/4d ultrasound. It was amazing, she took my breath away. I had this overwhelming feeling of pride, knowing that I got her to this point. She is healthy and looked rather happy as she smiled and played with her umbilical cord, even though when we started she had her middle finger up! We got to watch her for about 30 minutes and it was the best 30 minutes of my life. They pointed out all her little features and showed us how much hair she has, which was comforting because I haven't had any heartburn which everyone says is a sign of lots hair...we were a bit worried she was going to be bald. That would be weird considering Anthony and I both have plenty of curly hair to share! It was an awesome experience and I'm glad my family was able to be in the room and watch with us.

We still have lots to do to get ready for her to make her grand entrance, and I feel a little stressed because it seems like no matter how much we do we will never be ready. I finally scheduled our tour of the hospital for August 12Th and we start our Birthing class on August 3rd. I think that will help Anthony a lot because he is having a hard time grasping this entire pregnancy thing, he doesn't understand the why I'm tired, or why my appetite is like that of a teenage boy, or why I need to take a break in the middle of the grocery store and sit down in the middle of the frozen food section! He has even asked if I should be drinking baby formula or breast milk so the baby can get all the vitamins, and how he wishes he could send Penelope a toy to play with because he didn't want her to get bored playing with the cord! I asked how he thought we would get this toy to her....he just looked at me and I just laughed! He doesn't do well with blood or even band aids...so I'm worried we might have to knock him out in the delivery room!


30 weeks later and all I want is a chance to meet her, a chance to hold my entire world in my arms, to look my universe in her eyes and see every dream I've ever had come true.
All the back pain and lack of sleep doesn't even matter, I would gladly go back to week 8 when I couldn't keep any food down, when I sat crying in the bathroom at work, pleading with my baby to stop being so mean...trying to figure out what I did that could have been so horrible that I'm being payed back for...I would ask to be payed back double.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

And.....

And she will be loved…….

We are so excited to announce that we are having a little girl!
Thank God, because Daddy and I can’t agree on any boy names.
I was so nervous I could hardly sleep last night, I was so excited.
The ultrasound was pretty long taking all the measurements, but as soon as we started she had her legs open wide with her feet by her head showing her little butt and letting us a know exactly what she was, so we would be sure to buy her lots of nice things! It’s was difficult to get all of the measurements with her curled up in ball, they kept shaking my belly to try to get her to move but she wasn’t having it! I apologized for the first time of many I’m sure for my little one not cooperating. After about twenty minutes she finally put her legs down, but only long enough to get what we needed and then we watched her grab her feet and put them back up to her head.
I will be twenty weeks tomorrow, and can’t believe that I am half way finished!

Thursday, April 16, 2009


Rice & Chicken bowl

It's been a some time since I have updated the blog, but give me break! I'm pregnant and sleep is top dog on my list! I have still been feeling pretty good, however I'm still throwing up a lot. Which brings me to a recent lesson I learned last Friday, I was embarrassed by my baby even before the arrival. It all started when I got a crazy craving for Qdoba Mexican Grill, a rice and chicken bowl was what I needed to make it to the next day! So after trying to convince everyone at work that they needed it as well I was off to Qdoba. A few hours before though I wasn't feeling to well, and figured it was just because I was hungry, and hadn't had breakfast because I usually can't keep anything down that early in the morning. I felt like I would be fine as soon as I got my rice and chicken bowl. So I'm standing in line right at the lunch rush waiting to order my food, when all of a sudden I start vomiting right in line, I try to quickly run to the bathroom, but all that did was create a different spot on the floor, two inches away from this business man, in his nice suit and dress shoes I almost vomited on. I start hysterically crying, while some women in line and employees are trying to help me giving me napkins and trying to clean up the floor. I was so embarrassed and so hysterical that I just ran out the restaurant, without ordering food and cried in the truck for 10 minutes before I could get myself together to drive back to work. I'm trying to call Anthony, but he was working in some NASA building and wasn't allowed to use his phone. I get back to the office and tried to keep it together but I was only gone for about 10 minutes so everyone is asking where my food was. That only made me burst into tears again because I was still hungry and was so embarrassed. Thankfully Anthony left NASA and went and got me the rice bowl from Qdoba (that I only took four bites of before getting full).

I have never been so embarrassed in my life, I'm just hoping everyone in the restaurant that day knew I was pregnant, and just some chick with a beer belly blowing chunks on the floor.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Rubber Band...out the window at week 14

Instantly the day I found out I was pregnant, I automatically just felt HUGE! Like none of my clothes fit, or everybody knew I looked different. All of my clothes still fit of course, I was like a "second" pregnant, but still somehow already started feeling "fat and ugly". I spent hours sitting in my closet, pulling out and trying on just about everything I owned. After 2 hours of Anthony waiting on me, he would finally come in and sit in closet with me. Suggesting different things, I would come up with a million excuses of why I couldn't wear it. It would eventually end in tears and me only wanting to go places I wouldn't look out of place in my pajamas (my parents house most times).

I was still working out in the gym 5 days a week, that was until my my horrible morning sickness kicked in at 7 weeks. I would wake up at 4:30 to get to the gym by 5am, get sick in the parking lot, and come back home crying. Not to mention the fact that I have absolutely no energy, so those days I did make it inside I walked around in a daze! We decided it was best for me to get some rest for the next few weeks, and stop spending so much time at work.

Still with my clothes getting tighter and even more uncomfortable, it takes me about 3 hours to get ready for my day. I have to spend time recovering from the hot shower, that would make me sick. Time sitting in the closet crying, and then once I finally found something to wear I would have to take breaks every 5 minutes in between the entire process.

Anthony kept suggesting buying some new clothes and I kept telling him I didn't need any. My jeans still fit, but I felt so uncomfortable not knowing if I was squishing the little baby. So I added the rubber band to give me a little extra room. I always buy all my clothes to fit me perfectly which helps me to stay in shape, but at 13 weeks I knew it just wasn't going to work anymore. My belly isn't big, but my clothes are not made for a pop belly! So I finally went this weekend and tried on maternity clothes, I hated all the jeans and most of the pants were to big for me, I got a lot of them anyway because it's better than what I have now.

I feel so much better, with plenty of room for Nuter to grow! With my energy slowly picking up, nausea slowing down, I'm really looking forward to getting back in the gym so I can continue to have a healthy pregnancy!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

To cough or not to cough?


Our little Nutter Butter at 11 weeks!
So far the best day of pregnancy, getting to see the baby.
I cried, as I heard the tiny heart beat.
Seeing the baby swirl around, doing flips, it melted my heart.
I finally felt like a mother, and would gladly continue in all of my misery,
for this little person growing inside of me.
I suddenly felt so protective,
Every time I coughed the baby would jump around on the screen,
I thought for sure, I could never cough again,
what if it hurts the baby when I do?
I could surely never sleep on my belly again.
What if baby doesn't have room to twirl?
We got home and I quickly began to "google"
I had to know what was safe....
I've since coughed again...
but it's always followed by a smile,
because I know my Nutter Butter just jumped around!

Monday, March 23, 2009

Finally....

So I finally started the blog I said I was going to start back in January, but I guess now more than ever I have lots to write about. Interesting or not, I'm no good with journals (I've lost them all) I can't lose my blog!

We have a lot going on right now....Anthony and I have been married now for 142 days (thanks facebook counter) Since November 1st 2008, and I must say we got the shock of our lives when my pregnancy test came up "pregnant" on January 16Th, I still won't ever forget that day, I've never experienced so many emotions all at once. I honestly had to say I kinda knew that I was, intuition I guess, but I had been putting off taking the test, finally that Saturday morning at 5am I couldn't lay in bed wondering anymore. I jumped up and took the test, ironically I was very calm during those two minutes, right up until the point I picked up the test and saw my results. I snatched the bathroom door open, and in a voice I've never heard before screamed "I'm pregnant"! Poor Anthony, jumps out of bed and almost goes running for the door. I just kept screaming until I backed into the bathroom and just fell on the floor crying. I didn't know if I should be happy or sad, scared or excited....but at that very moment I felt all those emotions all at once. We had only been married 2 1/2 months and had "planned" on waiting 2-5yrs before we had any kids....God had planned something different.

After a few hours of shock, going from happy to sad I realized I was more scared than anything.
Scared that I wouldn't be a good mother, Scared we didn't have enough room in the apartment for a baby, Scared we didn't have enough room in our truck for a baby, Scared that I would be a failure at the one thing I have always wanted most in life.

We then together made a choice, to move forward knowing that God would always put us in situations that we CAN'T handle, but only so we would put it in his hands and let him handle it.
His strength is perfect, when I'm falling apart on the bathroom floor, His words are perfect when Anthony has no idea what to say to bring me comfort.

Now about 13 weeks in, I've never been more excited about anything. All I've ever wanted was to marry Anthony and have his babies, just as we always promised each other when we were just 10 and 13yrs old. It's been difficult with morning/ afternoon/ night sickness, not being able to keep anything down, my lack of energy and my expanding body, but having him by my side, telling me it will all be okay, and how grateful he his is that I'm having his baby, makes it easier. Not to mention knowing that in 6 months I will get to hold this sweet little gift, and love this baby for a lifetime.