Okay. Anyone who reads this blog already knows that the baby has come. And she is rad. You have either met her or seen pictures of her. You also have a forgiving nature for my lack of posting because you know I'm a new mommy. That said, I'm finally finding time to update this page about our adventures.
She's 10 weeks old today, but just had her 2 month birthday on Saturday. How's that for math? She had her 2 month check up this afternoon and she is right average for weight and height but super alert and active and is fixin' to start rolling over soon. Her eyes are huge and she smiles, well, most of the time. And she's started talking. Or cooing, rather. She's does "ah-oooooh" and "cooooo" pretty well. Should I be excited that her babble is already polysyllabic?
I'll go back and fill in the blanks as best I can in this blog. But to sum everything up so far I will say that being a mommy to such a cute baby is a great ego trip. Not only does a cute baby only make his or her parents more attractive, but everyone wants to be the one to make the cute baby smile. When you get to be one of two people that can always make that happen, you feel pretty big.
Okay. Gotta run. She's up from a nap and fussy. First run of immunizations so she's not feeling too hot.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
If you know what's good for you, you just won't ask
Reasons to get excited:
-Started losing weight (for those of you who don't know, that is common just before you go into labor. There's less amniotic fluid in there and everything is shrinking up to get the baby out. It's the equivalent of the party host starting to clean up the party and turn the lights on. Means it's time to think about getting going)
-Have been told by both the chiropractor as well as midwifery nurse that they could tell the baby was "very low"
-Lots of dull achey contractions
Reasons I am getting increasingly crabby:
-Lots of dull achey contractions
-Generally BORED
-I hate going to bed/am happy when the alarm goes off in the morning because I HATE laying in bed
-Knew I'd be setting myself up for disappointment by starting checking progress 2 weeks ago. Have made no progress in the last week.
-Everyone--even people who aren't pregnant yet--will have their babies before me.
So the long and short of it is that everyone is unallowed to ask me: If I'm ready, When I'm going to pop, If it's hot enough for me, If I'm excited, If I'm nervous, If I'm counting down, and especially...When is it going to happen. If you speak with me about labor, pregnacy, and motherhood in general I will most likely scowl at you, quickly change the topic, or just mumble and look down at my shoes. You've been warned.
My midwife last week told me I need to take up a project. I got some fluffy books to read the other day (hey hey Candace Bushnell novels!), but I think I need something a little more involved than that. At the last art vs craft fair I bought a few of the Sublime Stitching patterns (http://www.sublimestitching.com) and haven't used them yet. I'm getting out of work a little early today and will hit up Michaels crafts for some embroidery thread and an embroidery hoop. I'm going to hole myself in my bedroom with air conditioning and cable tv for the rest of the afternoon and make roller derby-themed tea towels and onesies. I kind of want to learn some more involved crochet stitches or learn how to knit, but both of those require someone physically showing me. Cousin Becky: If you're reading this within a day or two of me posting this entry, I highly reccomend you stop everything that you're doing, drive down to Milwaukee within the next few days and teach me how to knit.
-Started losing weight (for those of you who don't know, that is common just before you go into labor. There's less amniotic fluid in there and everything is shrinking up to get the baby out. It's the equivalent of the party host starting to clean up the party and turn the lights on. Means it's time to think about getting going)
-Have been told by both the chiropractor as well as midwifery nurse that they could tell the baby was "very low"
-Lots of dull achey contractions
Reasons I am getting increasingly crabby:
-Lots of dull achey contractions
-Generally BORED
-I hate going to bed/am happy when the alarm goes off in the morning because I HATE laying in bed
-Knew I'd be setting myself up for disappointment by starting checking progress 2 weeks ago. Have made no progress in the last week.
-Everyone--even people who aren't pregnant yet--will have their babies before me.
So the long and short of it is that everyone is unallowed to ask me: If I'm ready, When I'm going to pop, If it's hot enough for me, If I'm excited, If I'm nervous, If I'm counting down, and especially...When is it going to happen. If you speak with me about labor, pregnacy, and motherhood in general I will most likely scowl at you, quickly change the topic, or just mumble and look down at my shoes. You've been warned.
My midwife last week told me I need to take up a project. I got some fluffy books to read the other day (hey hey Candace Bushnell novels!), but I think I need something a little more involved than that. At the last art vs craft fair I bought a few of the Sublime Stitching patterns (http://www.sublimestitching.com) and haven't used them yet. I'm getting out of work a little early today and will hit up Michaels crafts for some embroidery thread and an embroidery hoop. I'm going to hole myself in my bedroom with air conditioning and cable tv for the rest of the afternoon and make roller derby-themed tea towels and onesies. I kind of want to learn some more involved crochet stitches or learn how to knit, but both of those require someone physically showing me. Cousin Becky: If you're reading this within a day or two of me posting this entry, I highly reccomend you stop everything that you're doing, drive down to Milwaukee within the next few days and teach me how to knit.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
trapped in the elevator!
i've been taking the elevator at work a lot in the last few weeks. we only have 2 stories in our building, but it's just been easier for me to do the lift instead of hiking up and down. well, today, on my way back from lunch, the lights in the elevator flickered just as i had reached the 2nd floor and i heard a noise that sounded like all the power just went out. you know...like...BWWWWWOOOOOooooooo.... (I believe that would be the phonetic representation of the power shutting off.) After a few seconds in the dark, the overhead lights came on, but the buttons for the floors weren't lit up. Dispatch for the Housing Authority and Public Safety is located in the building, so when pressed the call button for help I knew they'd be right there. Which they were. And the irony and seriousness of the only person to ever get stuck in that elevator to be pregnant old me didn't escape our public safety team. They had a special key that they used to open the doors and pryed them open manually. The car was right at the floor, so all I had to do was step out when the doors were open. This whole process took 5-10 minutes. Nothing too big. But did I also mention I'm claustrophobic? Because I am. So it was all I could do to not have a panic attack, to keep my breathing steady, and to not visualize the elevator car plummeting down the shaft. But I did it. I kept my cool. And I started sweating like a whore in church when I got out. I think the adrenaline has finally evened out and I have a good story to tell.
I'm really glad I read that blurb in one of my pregnancy books on how to deliver your own baby! No one's ever gonna make fun of me for needing to feel prepared ever again!
I'm really glad I read that blurb in one of my pregnancy books on how to deliver your own baby! No one's ever gonna make fun of me for needing to feel prepared ever again!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
one more thing
I know I've made mention of this blog before, but I oh so love the woman who writes Baby on Bored. Please read her post, "Lest you find my blog a total downer" posted August 16th. And come closer to understanding me. I just read this and decided that she has wrapped up my feelings of being pregnant and pregnant ladies in a much more witty and concise way than I ever could. Enjoy, kitties....
(Okay, for some reason, the link isn't working or showing up properly. Go to www.babyonbored.blogspot.com and be amazed. Or annoyed. I don't care which!)
(Okay, for some reason, the link isn't working or showing up properly. Go to www.babyonbored.blogspot.com and be amazed. Or annoyed. I don't care which!)
1 cm
Not bad. I actually wasn't expecting any progress with dialation at all. I still think that I will have her before September 6th, but I know I'll get through this week no problem and be able to go to my last baby shower and class reunion on Saturday. It even looks like I may make it through most of my last week of work next week. I predict things are going to get dicey for me by the end of the week next week. I'm making steady, but not super fast progress.
My midwife suggested I take up a project these last weeks. Otherwise, I'll go crazy apparently. She, like most people, seemed surprised that we are all ready. Baby's room is done, etc. I think I'm over any sort of magic or touchy-feely discussion of baby feelings. Not only to I inwardly shudder with annoyance when people ask me with a gleam in their eye, "OH BOY! AREN'T YOU GETTING EXCITED?!?!?!?!", but I'm still not feeling that glowy earth mother feeling that apparently everyone is excited for me to feel. I just want to not be pregnant anymore. And I miss my old clothes. That's really about as magic as I'm getting.
I also just learned that we are having a one day complete power outage at work next Tuesday while they do something with a transformer or something. No computers, no phones. So it sounds like I just may be having a short week next week!
And I think my clothes smell like cat pee today, but I can't figure out which article of clothing is the offender.
My midwife suggested I take up a project these last weeks. Otherwise, I'll go crazy apparently. She, like most people, seemed surprised that we are all ready. Baby's room is done, etc. I think I'm over any sort of magic or touchy-feely discussion of baby feelings. Not only to I inwardly shudder with annoyance when people ask me with a gleam in their eye, "OH BOY! AREN'T YOU GETTING EXCITED?!?!?!?!", but I'm still not feeling that glowy earth mother feeling that apparently everyone is excited for me to feel. I just want to not be pregnant anymore. And I miss my old clothes. That's really about as magic as I'm getting.
I also just learned that we are having a one day complete power outage at work next Tuesday while they do something with a transformer or something. No computers, no phones. So it sounds like I just may be having a short week next week!
And I think my clothes smell like cat pee today, but I can't figure out which article of clothing is the offender.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Physical Updates:
-38 weeks on Thursday
-Been using evening primrose oil and pressure points all week
-Hips and lower back VERY achey and sore
-Lots of dull pain in my abdomen
-Lots of Braxton-Hicks contractions
-Baby has somehow dropped even lower. I find it hard to sit on a chair with one leg crossed over the other because the baby is right there. Also, sitting cross-legged on the floor in general seems to be difficult.
Next doctor's appointment is tomorrow. I'm hoping to hear the magic "D" word, but will settle for mostly effaced. Anything less will likely leave me in tears until about Thursday or so.
In other news, I've had two coworkers see me in my car and exclaim with surprise, "You have a carseat!" To which I've replied, "Yes. I am having a baby. State law maintains that I need one." I also have been generally avoiding any possibilities of small talk with coworkers....as I hate small talk anyway and I especially hate small talk related to me having a baby. The most dreaded and banal, yet frequent, ones I hear multiple times throughout the day are,
-So, you starting to count down?
-So, you starting to get excited?
-So, you starting to get nervous?
(And the mother of all terrible and annoying things to say....)
-I hope you're catching up on your sleep now! Did you know that you're not going to get much of it once the BABY comes?!?!
arg.
The next few weeks have just gotten somehow more intense. Someone very close to Nic passed away this weekend. He was the father of two of Nic's closest friends, and was also one of the closest individuals to a father to Nic. As much as I want this baby to come out this week, I am hoping that her timing lets Nic spend time with everyone he needs to spend time with this week and that it doesn't interfere with the memorial services. It's almost unreal to experience so many life-changing events one on top of the other. Needless to say, we have been and will continue to take everything not only day by day, but hour by hour.
I've also finally.....turned in my thesis edits. I'm not entirely proud of the finished product. It might be because I'm still tired of thinking about the paper. And there is a very real chance that the head of the thesis committee might make reject my edits and make me re-re-submit my paper after more work. Admittedly, I probably didn't do a very dynamic edit. I know there are still things that needed to be addressed in the paper, but chose to turn it in anyway. I don't like feeling like I took the easy way out, but I need to get the paper in and done. I am indeed hoping to go back to grad school in a few years, but for a program that does NOT have a thesis requirement. Also, I probably never do a PhD after this experience. Things like useless trivia has riddled my brain and has made it impossible for me to ever write a dissertation. Anyway, hope you had a nice weekend, gentle reader(s). Here's hoping for dilation!
-38 weeks on Thursday
-Been using evening primrose oil and pressure points all week
-Hips and lower back VERY achey and sore
-Lots of dull pain in my abdomen
-Lots of Braxton-Hicks contractions
-Baby has somehow dropped even lower. I find it hard to sit on a chair with one leg crossed over the other because the baby is right there. Also, sitting cross-legged on the floor in general seems to be difficult.
Next doctor's appointment is tomorrow. I'm hoping to hear the magic "D" word, but will settle for mostly effaced. Anything less will likely leave me in tears until about Thursday or so.
In other news, I've had two coworkers see me in my car and exclaim with surprise, "You have a carseat!" To which I've replied, "Yes. I am having a baby. State law maintains that I need one." I also have been generally avoiding any possibilities of small talk with coworkers....as I hate small talk anyway and I especially hate small talk related to me having a baby. The most dreaded and banal, yet frequent, ones I hear multiple times throughout the day are,
-So, you starting to count down?
-So, you starting to get excited?
-So, you starting to get nervous?
(And the mother of all terrible and annoying things to say....)
-I hope you're catching up on your sleep now! Did you know that you're not going to get much of it once the BABY comes?!?!
arg.
The next few weeks have just gotten somehow more intense. Someone very close to Nic passed away this weekend. He was the father of two of Nic's closest friends, and was also one of the closest individuals to a father to Nic. As much as I want this baby to come out this week, I am hoping that her timing lets Nic spend time with everyone he needs to spend time with this week and that it doesn't interfere with the memorial services. It's almost unreal to experience so many life-changing events one on top of the other. Needless to say, we have been and will continue to take everything not only day by day, but hour by hour.
I've also finally.....turned in my thesis edits. I'm not entirely proud of the finished product. It might be because I'm still tired of thinking about the paper. And there is a very real chance that the head of the thesis committee might make reject my edits and make me re-re-submit my paper after more work. Admittedly, I probably didn't do a very dynamic edit. I know there are still things that needed to be addressed in the paper, but chose to turn it in anyway. I don't like feeling like I took the easy way out, but I need to get the paper in and done. I am indeed hoping to go back to grad school in a few years, but for a program that does NOT have a thesis requirement. Also, I probably never do a PhD after this experience. Things like useless trivia has riddled my brain and has made it impossible for me to ever write a dissertation. Anyway, hope you had a nice weekend, gentle reader(s). Here's hoping for dilation!
Friday, August 17, 2007
this has nothing to do with my uterus
i never said i was perfect. i will be the first to point out my deficiencies. maybe it's my midwestern humility. maybe i delight in the irony of my taste. no matter what the preferred explanation, i am going to tell you something now. and you will still respect me for it.
that said, i have become immediately obsessed with mtv's 'the hills.' somehow, it's a more guilty pleasure than 'my super sweet 16.' but i can't explain why. i've always prided myself on being able to withstand the addictions of certain swells of pop culture, while being a complete sucker for others. for example, there is some song in heavy rotation on the top 40/hip hop/pop station that a few people in the last week have asked me if i have heard yet. something about lip gloss. while i tell them that i haven't, i think smugly to myself that i only listen to npr, wmse, and radio milwaukee...nonprofit radio only of late. then i turn around and obsess over televisionwithoutpity.com's discussion boards of 'the hills.' i will judge you for your bad taste one minute, then ask you for forgiveness for my own faults. so it goes, i guess.
while we're on the topic, i've also become a tori spelling fan. in general. couldn't care less about her until she had a show on one of the lady channels. she and her husband bought and renovated a bed and breakfast in northern california while she was in her third trimester. the first season of this show was running when nic was in high gear working on our upstairs bedroom. have i mentioned all this in a previous post? let's just pretend i haven't. tori was pregnant. i am pregnant. tori and dean were trying to do renovations before the baby was born, WE were trying to finish our renovations before the baby is born. tori likes pugs. i like pugs. the gays love tori. the gays love me. i got hooked. season 2 starts soon.
that said, i have become immediately obsessed with mtv's 'the hills.' somehow, it's a more guilty pleasure than 'my super sweet 16.' but i can't explain why. i've always prided myself on being able to withstand the addictions of certain swells of pop culture, while being a complete sucker for others. for example, there is some song in heavy rotation on the top 40/hip hop/pop station that a few people in the last week have asked me if i have heard yet. something about lip gloss. while i tell them that i haven't, i think smugly to myself that i only listen to npr, wmse, and radio milwaukee...nonprofit radio only of late. then i turn around and obsess over televisionwithoutpity.com's discussion boards of 'the hills.' i will judge you for your bad taste one minute, then ask you for forgiveness for my own faults. so it goes, i guess.
while we're on the topic, i've also become a tori spelling fan. in general. couldn't care less about her until she had a show on one of the lady channels. she and her husband bought and renovated a bed and breakfast in northern california while she was in her third trimester. the first season of this show was running when nic was in high gear working on our upstairs bedroom. have i mentioned all this in a previous post? let's just pretend i haven't. tori was pregnant. i am pregnant. tori and dean were trying to do renovations before the baby was born, WE were trying to finish our renovations before the baby is born. tori likes pugs. i like pugs. the gays love tori. the gays love me. i got hooked. season 2 starts soon.
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