Thursday, March 24, 2011
City Life
I find myself dreaming of moving here and taking all my friends from Macae here too. I just don't get it though. Macae is the oil capital of the state of Rio. The National oil company Petrobras is stationed in Macae as well as every other major oil producer and supporter. So why does the city have nothing? Maybe it's because our mayor has a castle in Europe....
The point is that Rio is a city that I could really like and enjoy. A city where life doesn't get put on hold until we get transferred back to the states. The possibilities are endless! Who knows. Maybe we will never get the chance to transfer to Rio and that's ok too. If we do then I will put a big smile on my face because things will be looking up!
I get ahead of myself. Even though I have friends here in Rio we wouldn't be able to live close to them because of Nate's office. In Macae a short walk and I have so many wonderful people to have lunch with, walk, workout, grocery shop and have girls nights! I guess it's a catch-22. Close to friends or live in a great city.
Good thing I don't have to make that decision now or ever. The company will tell us when and where we move. For now I will focus on enjoying my time here and losing sleep over my upcoming trip home :)
Tchau,
Sara
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
21 Weeks and Counting
Then Nate and I made the long dreadful drive to Rio which I has become very old. Checked into the Windsor, since it was the only hotel with an availability this week, not the Sheraton. I find it so weird that Rio runs out of hotel vacancy so fast. I am sure that we could find somewhere to stay in a random hostel but that's not our style when your here for business. Anyway, I digress. We had to bargain with the hotel taxi who said they were giving us a special deal with the hotel car..... for double the price of a yellow taxi! The guy said I give you a ride for R50 and we said no. Then he said well I usually charge R100 and that's when I started laughing at him! Yellow cab took cost us R35. Ahhh I feel so bad for tourists who think they are getting a good deal.
We arrived at the ultrasound place with all my nerves intact. The ultrasound guy did half the consult in Portuguese which wasn't hard because it was just listing off the body parts he was talking about. Most of the medical terms are very similar in Portuguese so I had no trouble following. Then he switched to English when I didn't understand Renal Arteries. Hell, half the US population wouldn't know what that was in English :)
Isabelle is doing great! (We switched from Isabella to Isabelle since we want to call her Belle. Just makes sense). She is still a girl which is something that I was worried about. When we found out at 14 weeks it seemed kinda early to be 100% sure but I guess our guy is that good. Right now she is completely average and is measuring for the same due date given on our first doctor's appointment. August 1st is her date and we are planning on staying in Rio for the last two weeks of July until she is born.
She has all 10 fingers and 10 toes, four chambers in her heart, two kidneys, ventricles in the brain look normal, all the bones are appropriate length, no cleft palate, two eyes, and that's about it! It's so neat to see her heart beating inside of me. You can see all the chambers working together and you could even tell where the foramen ovale was! I always loved see the echocardiograms done in the hospital but now it's even cooler that it's my baby!!!
I have a ton more photos to post for you but I don't have a scanner here in the hotel. They will all have to wait until this weekend when I get to my parents house. I really cannot wait to get home and see my whole family and all my friends. I might just cry when I see them. Ya, that's the emotional part coming out. Well off to a movie with a friend!
Tchau,
Sara
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Fishing Tourney
Tchau,
Sara
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Pool party and cook out!
Happy Saturday
Tchau,
Sara
Friday, March 18, 2011
Awkward!!!
Today started and I knew that people were coming to look at the house. Well, it turns out that they were here to take photos of the house to put on the internet for a listing. The minute I found out I texted Nate who then turned into the Hulk. Knowing that my Portuguese was not good enough to explain the legal aspects of the situation and be able to understand the response I put them on the phone with a co-worker of Nate's.
Not sure what was said but the men turned to leave. I then told them I was sorry and it's just not safe to have photos on the internet with our address. During this conversation Nate called and asked if they deleted the photos.... ummm no I didn't see them. Then I was told to make sure they delete them before they leave. Oh no. How am I am going to do this. Then Nate said take the camera away and delete them or wait for him to get home to take care of the situation. This just took a turn for the worse. Oh no oh no oh no I don't want to do this.
So I sucked it up and told them that for security reasons I need them to delete the photos. I am five months pregnant and I don't feel safe having the photos out there. Sem problem, eu entendo (no problem I understand). Holy! O my that was easier than expected! Then I had to watch him delete all the photos one by one in front of me. When he was leaving I told him to try to have a good day :)
Wow. This would have been awkward in English but it's really awkward in Portuguese! Nate and I can both laugh now at the situation but it was really weird. Nate said he can just picture his pregnant wife wrestling away a grown man's camera. Ha, that would be funny but it wouldn't ever happen! Ahh. The weird crap that happens day to day.
I don't think I need to explain the safety situation here. Hope everyone is having a wonderful Friday.
Tchau,
Sara
T - 1 week until I leave for the US!!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Hate me please!
Tchau,
Sara
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Door guy??
I used to appreciate your presence but now I can't stand the sight of you. I am not sure what you do all day because you are not working. You have changed and not for the good. Once upon a time you opened the door for me but now you let me dig through my bags in the rain and watch me clumsily enter the gate. Each time I come down stairs your not there. Where could you be? I know: taking your two hour lunch, walking down the boardwalk, staring at girls on the beach, talking on your phone, banging the girl on the second floor who throws dirty dish water from her window onto our car, or watching other people work. The two pictures above are you caught in action. The first photo I am actually proud of you for having your shirt on but your playing with a stray dog instead of helping the guy who is in the second picture. The second picture is the guy who has been trying to fix the front gate for over a year now. I don't even want to talk about that subject. Even Claudia can't stand you and together we secretly make fun of you behind you back when you enter my house, walk all over my yoga mat and put your dirty hands on my white walls. Where ever the old Didi went please bring him back. That's all I ask.
Tchau,
Sara
The Visit
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Halfway there!
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Falling behind!
Tchau,
Sara