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Tuesday, January 18, 2005


I've been so caught up in the baby business that I haven't taken time to mope over the fact that I will soon be a year older.

After turning 30, I noticed that all of the subsequent years have blended into one. I can't find any significant events that really separate one year from another. Is this what happens when we approach (gasp!) middle age? If so, It's really not so bad. I can keep myself at 30 for a whole ten years in my mind, the trick is fooling everyone else. Or perhaps no one cares ? Once we graduate from our twenties, are we all lumped into one age group, the over-twenty-somethings? Now that I have a handful of friends who are into their 40's, that particular decade doesn't seem so geezerly anymore. Is this acceptance a sign that I am finally beginning to mature?

My mom's women friends, who are in the early dawn of their sixties, are the wisest, most content women I know. Most are now settling into retirement and embarking on new adventures in their lives. The Grandmas of today aren't the lumpy, aproned bun-in-the-hair variety like the days of yonder. Todays "elders" are fresh and sassy in appearance, and active in many regards. I hope to follow in their running shoes when I am their age.

For now, as a woman nearing her mid-thirties, I know that I have many tests ahead of me. I just hope I pass. I certainly failed a lot of the "exams" handed to me in my twenties, and I am glad to be rid of that age! If it weren't for those downfalls, however, I don't think I would be well-equipped to face the challenges that I experience today. Another Birthday? Eh, I say...bring it on!

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

The Waiting Game

I am now dilated between 3 and 4. Still no action though.

One could say that the nesting instinct has fallen upon me at this point. Although I don't consider it so much "nesting" as it is knowing that when a baby comes to a household, it means lots of surprise guests dropping in at any given time, and so one must have their household looking presentable in case of such incidents. I guess the term "nesting instinct" is a lot more to the point and less wordy, isn't it.

This nesting instinct doesn't just affect my home, I find myself fighting the urge to clean all of my coworker's desks, the upstairs cafeteria which I don't use, the bathrooms, the hallways and I've noticed that the janitor's closet could use some organization. Maybe I could help? Of course, the one thing stopping me from putting on my maid's uniform is the fact that every time I stand up, the baby's head pushes on my bladder, and I end up run-walking, sumo style, to the bathroom instead.

I have almost become more familiar with the employee bathroom than I am with my own husband. I know every scratch, dent and speckle of dirt on each floor tile as if they were freckles on my hand. I've even made a game out of my visits - a routine that I must follow to a "T" or risk the fates of the bathroom gods. I'm getting bored with the game, so I think I will start timing my visits, try to see how fast I can get by the end of the day.

Such is the exciting life of a 38 weeks pregnant lady!

Tuesday, January 11, 2005


Things to look forward to doing again after my pregnancy (yes, it's come to this):

My daily soy Chai
sleeping on my stomach or back
eating goat cheese, feta cheese and blue cheese
seeing what color underwear I'm wearing
dancing in the living room without shaking the whole house
red wine
being able to do all the grocery shopping without stopping to take a breathing break.
going out period.
wearing pants that don't have stretchy panels/that stay up
taking a seat without saying "ughhhh"
not having strangers pat my belly
not having my belly bump into everything/everyone

Monday, January 10, 2005

not much progress....

I'm still waiting for the contractions to start, I seem to have all the labor signs except the contractions and the breaking of the waters, of course. My due date isn't officially until Jan. 25th, but my Dr. thought I was ready to give birth on Thursday!! Optimist, that one. I have to remember to think the opposite of what she tells me, like when I was pregnant with Boy #1, she told me that the rate of his heartbeat indicated that it was a girl, so I got all wrapped up in the baby girl mode, just to be let down when we had the revealing ultrasound. And when she told me the ultrasound looked promising when I was having a miscarriage. So when my Dr. said that this one would be a girl, I knew it would be a boy...and guess what! ( I was right)

Today, I'm feeling ultra-funky and showing more signs of imminent labor, stomach aches, but no contractions. I will call you (close friends and family) when I actually have the baby, so don't think you need to check here.

For now, I'm putzing along with my days, cleaning like a mad-woman, plucking my eyebrows at a rapid rate(pregnant women in the 1980's must have LOOOOOVED these hair-producing hormones). Trying to keep my belly warm and covered. Someone really needs to design maternity shirts for women with long torsos. I've got major Britney action going on here, and my belly keeps pushing my pants down, so I've got low-riders with by belly hanging out. Kinda like an ex-footbal player in his mid-40's. All I need is a stained wife-beater shirt and a bottle of beer. Well, I best get going now, as I said, I'm not feeling myself today and if I keep babbling, I may end up offending someone, if I haven't already!

More later!

Thursday, January 06, 2005

progress 2

Zoinks! Just got back from the Dr. and I am dilated almost to 3 and 80% effaced. For those of you who don't know, that means it's going to be be soon, honey!

I was dilated to 3 about 24 hrs. before Boy #1 was born.

I'm feeling excited, anxious, nervous and a bit scramble-headed. Oh, yeah, and a little scared (and a bit nauseous with all these differing emotions going on at once).

I just hope this baby is not 14 pounds!
Some more good news, I lost 2 lbs. Yea! Even after having that banana/chocolate milkshake at Steak n Shake. Not too shabby.

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Monday, January 03, 2005


I know I said I would put pictures on, but since I got the news that I was dilated to 1 and the "mucous plug" was gone, I decided to take a resting weekend in case the baby wanted to appear. No baby yet, but I am so grateful for the extra rest that I got.

Everything is in place, so we are now just waiting to hear that I am more dilated than I was last week. The boy has a beautiful new room with faaaabulous new (cheap) carpet, the baby's room is organized. I spent hours upon hours sorting out 0-6 month sizes from the rest. All are labeled and boxed, the 0-6 month sizes are in the dresser. I was the queen of organization this weekend. Practically everything in our house now has a labeled box. I remember a time when I scoffed at Todd for buying that label-maker thingy, but now, once again, I will admit that he was (cough) RIGHT!

So I'm back to work now, and speaking of work, I need to get to it. If you see me, please don't say "Oh, you're still pregnant" or "when you gonna have that baby?" For a pregnant woman, that is utterly annoying. How the hell do we know? (unless you have a scheduled c-section). We'll let you know when the baby is here. In fact, here is a list of things NEVER to say to a pregnant woman. Unless you want your face smashed in (at least in our minds)

1. You're so big!/You've gotten so BIG!
2. Have you put on weight hahaha? (NOT funny, people)
3. Are you sure you're not having twins?
4. When are you gonna have that baby?
5. You look like you're ready to pop (grrrr)
6. When I was pregnant, no one even noticed!!!!

Thanks for understanding. I'll keep you informed on the progress.