From Joe:
Some of you have been asking whether we intend to film the birth. We've given it some thought and we've decided the film of the conception did not have domestic and foreign DVD sales enough to justify recording the birth. Furthermore, we felt it may not have the wit and charm of the first movie and wouldn't stand on its own as a sequel.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Maternity wear
Alright, long ago I fell for the seduction of the adjustable elastic-waist jeans. But because of how these things go, I haven't had the need to purchase new maternity tops to go with those pants...until now.
It is official. I'm "showing." And it is the strangest thing in the world.
I have spent roughly 26 years of my life learning how to dress in ways that draw your attention to my face, my eyes, or even my feet frankly, anywhere but my stomach. And now, I own clothing that is designed to frame and showcase my growing "baby bump."
People see me in stores or at work lately and look me in the eyes and then look at my tummy. Weird. I'm fairly certain that I don't like it...however, there isn't much I can do about it. And I do the same damn thing!
I see a pregnant woman and stare at her stomach and wonder how far along she is, how uncomfortable she is, am I going to have to get that big????
And I'm bracing myself for the first time someone rubs my belly. This is NOT normal behavior, people. But I am assured it will happen. I hope I don't spit on the offender or strike out in an involuntary reflex.
And yet again, I am a culprit of the same inappropriate touching myself. For those previously pregnant friends and relations I have accosted, I am truly sorry. I didn't understand how creepy it was. I know, it seems like that belly is actually the baby and not really part of your anatomy. And yet, I don't go around touching babies I don't know either. It's just a weird thing.
Things continue to progress and we're enjoying one last Christmas season with just Joe and I and the dogs, with very little stress. We're excited about next year, but also reveling in our couplehood this year. Nauseatingly happy.
Hope you have a wonderful holiday season, full of much love, friendship and laughter!
It is official. I'm "showing." And it is the strangest thing in the world.
I have spent roughly 26 years of my life learning how to dress in ways that draw your attention to my face, my eyes, or even my feet frankly, anywhere but my stomach. And now, I own clothing that is designed to frame and showcase my growing "baby bump."
People see me in stores or at work lately and look me in the eyes and then look at my tummy. Weird. I'm fairly certain that I don't like it...however, there isn't much I can do about it. And I do the same damn thing!
I see a pregnant woman and stare at her stomach and wonder how far along she is, how uncomfortable she is, am I going to have to get that big????
And I'm bracing myself for the first time someone rubs my belly. This is NOT normal behavior, people. But I am assured it will happen. I hope I don't spit on the offender or strike out in an involuntary reflex.
And yet again, I am a culprit of the same inappropriate touching myself. For those previously pregnant friends and relations I have accosted, I am truly sorry. I didn't understand how creepy it was. I know, it seems like that belly is actually the baby and not really part of your anatomy. And yet, I don't go around touching babies I don't know either. It's just a weird thing.
Things continue to progress and we're enjoying one last Christmas season with just Joe and I and the dogs, with very little stress. We're excited about next year, but also reveling in our couplehood this year. Nauseatingly happy.
Hope you have a wonderful holiday season, full of much love, friendship and laughter!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Mick's alright
Mick made it through the night and is doing just fine.
It was a little tense at 2:45am, the fourth time in 24 minutes that one of us put on our boots and took him outside to do his thing. But both Joe and I managed to restrain ourselves.
More parenting lessons I guess...it is possible to not be homicidal on less than 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep.
The dogs are in their kennels for the day. I hope they don't get into any more trouble!
It was a little tense at 2:45am, the fourth time in 24 minutes that one of us put on our boots and took him outside to do his thing. But both Joe and I managed to restrain ourselves.
More parenting lessons I guess...it is possible to not be homicidal on less than 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep.
The dogs are in their kennels for the day. I hope they don't get into any more trouble!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Mommy practice
Today we had another appointment with the midwife. Actually, the midwives. There are four in the clinic we use and we're making a point to have appointments with all of them so that when the time comes for delivery we'll be comfortable with whoever happens to be on-call that day.
When she read my chart, she had extra questions about the "timing" of Ziggy's debut into the womb. Apparently, according to my calculations we should be expecting Ziggy to arrive around April 12th-14th. But according to the ultrasound measurements from last month...Joe might share his April 4th birthday with our firstborn.
Mommy lesson #1 for the day: life is unpredictable.
I have a plan for how the week of April 12th-14th will go. (I can hear all the moms laughing as they are reading this right now. Be nice, I'm new at this!) And of course I have a plan for the week prior to that...it's Holy Week. And in my line of work (which it appears I'll be back into full-time by then) I'm usually quite busy that week.
It might be a good idea to think about a back-up plan.
I went home after the appointment with my head full of things to do this afternoon. None of which included spending an hour cleaning up diarrhea from my favorite rug.
Mommy lesson #2: poop is smelly and gross, and also clean-up-able.
Mick (our dog) figured out how to open the refrigerator while we were gone and had quite the buffet for breakfast. Near as I can tell, he ate at least 18-20 oz. of chocolate chips, one loaf of french bread, a bagel, and a dash of cilantro. Apparently he's not a fan of greens and veggies. (The salad and carrots were still intact in their plastic bags and moved to the side for better access to tastier treats!)
When I arrived home, I opened the door to the house and smelled that something very very bad had taken place.
Now that clean up has happened, and my rug has been saved, I'll spend the next 24-36 hours trying not to finish the job the chocolate should have done to him. He'll whine and pace and pant and need to go out 4 times an hour. Only 1/3 of his visits outside will be "productive" but they cannot be ignored, for we have not yet passed the explosive side-effects of his morning indulgences.
Mommy lesson #3: It is NOT ok to kill the one shooting poop...they probably feel bad enough as it is.
I hope your day was more fun than mine. :>
When she read my chart, she had extra questions about the "timing" of Ziggy's debut into the womb. Apparently, according to my calculations we should be expecting Ziggy to arrive around April 12th-14th. But according to the ultrasound measurements from last month...Joe might share his April 4th birthday with our firstborn.
Mommy lesson #1 for the day: life is unpredictable.
I have a plan for how the week of April 12th-14th will go. (I can hear all the moms laughing as they are reading this right now. Be nice, I'm new at this!) And of course I have a plan for the week prior to that...it's Holy Week. And in my line of work (which it appears I'll be back into full-time by then) I'm usually quite busy that week.
It might be a good idea to think about a back-up plan.
I went home after the appointment with my head full of things to do this afternoon. None of which included spending an hour cleaning up diarrhea from my favorite rug.
Mommy lesson #2: poop is smelly and gross, and also clean-up-able.
Mick (our dog) figured out how to open the refrigerator while we were gone and had quite the buffet for breakfast. Near as I can tell, he ate at least 18-20 oz. of chocolate chips, one loaf of french bread, a bagel, and a dash of cilantro. Apparently he's not a fan of greens and veggies. (The salad and carrots were still intact in their plastic bags and moved to the side for better access to tastier treats!)
When I arrived home, I opened the door to the house and smelled that something very very bad had taken place.
Now that clean up has happened, and my rug has been saved, I'll spend the next 24-36 hours trying not to finish the job the chocolate should have done to him. He'll whine and pace and pant and need to go out 4 times an hour. Only 1/3 of his visits outside will be "productive" but they cannot be ignored, for we have not yet passed the explosive side-effects of his morning indulgences.
Mommy lesson #3: It is NOT ok to kill the one shooting poop...they probably feel bad enough as it is.
I hope your day was more fun than mine. :>
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