Monday, August 27, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
During said glucose screening -- where I finished a crochet handbag for a shower hostess and a crochet pot holder for someone else and listened to two podcasts of NPR's Wait Wait ... Don't Tell Me! -- I saw lots of colorful people.
The most touching moment by far was an elderly couple who checked in at the lab's desk at Kaiser then sat in two chairs across from me, waiting for their name to be called. After the woman went back to have blood drawn, she came back out, her husband steadying her back into her chair in the waiting room.
They waited about five minutes, him asking how she was doing. After the dizziness or unsteadiness passed, he stood up, helped her up and as they walked arm in arm out the door, I saw her raise her wrinkled had to rub tiny circles on his back. An endearing "Thank you" to the man she has loved for so long. Sniffle!
Sunday, August 19, 2007
For starters, I failed my blood glucose screen Tuesday. This is not a big deal. The only downer about it is I have to repeat the test tomorrow. And it's a three-hour test! I know I'll be taking a fully-charged iPod, lots of yarn and my crochet hook to keep me company while I sit in the lab from 10 a.m. to 1 p.m.
The other big downer is it's a fasting test. I can't eat after getting home tonight, and I won't be able to eat anything until the test is complete. Asking a pregnant woman not to eat for over 12 hours is a bit ridiculous in my book. Why can't they come up with a more reliable first test? So many women I know have failed the first test to find out they're A-OK after the torturous three-hour screen.
But wait. The cherry on top of the whole day tomorrow is after I probably knock over some poor soul and steal their lunch after leaving the lab (or equally worse, drive through McDonald's), I have to go to the dentist for a cleaning.
Can it get any better? Actually, yes. C. is off tomorrow, also, and we've got plans to start working on the nursery. I'm sure we will hit the bulk of it Tuesday, but I think I've hit the nesting period and I want that crib set up, like, last week. We also have two new Netflix rentals, lots of popcorn and an entire evening to relax. Can't wait.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I was sitting in this very space in our loft, at the computer, and the camera happened to be nearby. She was pawing at the shaft, trying to touch the grip and sniffing the club cover. Just as I wanted to snap one of these cute little curious poses, she chomped down on the graphite shaft. *Click* I couldn't have timed it better. For all you guys out there, I didn't *let* her gnaw on it, I screamed at her and she ran away, and then I ran in the other room to show C. Lest you worry, there are two or three tiny teeth marks (nicks) on the shaft, but nothing to be alarmed about.
But does anyone notice the squeaky, orange chicken toy sitting nearby? She doesn't play with that!
Monday, August 13, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
The other three were named Alpo, B.O.B. (Big Ol' Boy) and Sunny, who did this amazing gum flapping trick to try to get more carrots. He even smiled at us, baring all his front teeth. What a ham for the camera!
I also took my first photograph in front of a state-line marker. In all these years of crossing between New Mexico and Colorado, we never stopped to get a snapshot. But my friend M. wanted to get her daughter's first picture in another state. I figured I had my camera, so what the heck? That one will be coming soon, so stand by.
Friday, August 10, 2007
A few weeks ago, I began to grow tired of the constant pregnancy questions. People greet me with "How are you feeling?" And it's a sympathetic question. "How is the baby?" That one is all excitement. I realize these are all great questions, but when I field many of the same questions every day, it wears on me a bit. At one point, I wondered if anyone could think about anything but this pregnancy.
G. is planning a wedding and told me it's the same with her. People ask about the plans. The dress. The details. Then I realized I am so guilty of this, too.
In an effort to talk about what's new and current, I inevitably fall back on that. I did it with another friend today who also is planning a wedding.
But what I remembered is my friends and I are not just interested in each other's lives. We're not just consumed with what's happening now. We genuinely care about each other. And how we are feeling. How we are doing. How we are living.
Sure, I'm pregnant. Sure, she's planning a wedding. But a year from now, I won't be pregnant and she won't be planning a wedding. I'm positive we'll have plenty to talk about then.
P.S. And if you worry that I'm the least bit thrilled with my pregnancy and my baby, don't. I am doing cartwheels (in my head)! Every time I feel movement, I smile to myself. This is something I have wanted for as long as I can remember, and I simply cannot wait to be a parent!!
Thursday, August 09, 2007
The offender was a coworker, and as I saw his unwelcome hand drift toward my stomach, I retracted. He patted it twice, anyway. Just then, I reached out to touch his belly, and he did the same thing...pulled back. He gave me this sheepish grin and said, "For good luck."
When did my baby make me a lucky buddha?
Now, I've had lots of people (and all women) ask if they can touch. That is fine. If I'm not up to it, I'll say so. But I haven't said no yet. It's just amazing how some people's manners go right out the window when it comes to pregnant women.
P.S. During said meeting and for about five minutes, I heard (and I wasn't the only one) the distinct sound of someone clipping their fingernails. I know sometimes our newsroom meetings are boring, but I didn't think it was time to give oneself a manicure! All I could picture afterward were little sprinklings of someone's fingernails all over the carpet at work. Ew. It still doesn't compare to the skin left behind after a since-retired coworker was picking at her bedsores throughout a different meeting, unknowingly leaving a pile of her dead, scaly skin on the floor. Double ew.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
I was living in my old house with my parents, towel wrapped around my long, wet hair like a turban. I was waiting for C. to call me. When he did, I was waiting for him to say something. He never did. So I prompted him. Apparently, it was my birthday and he had forgotten. Well, it wasn't so much that he had forgotten, it was that he chose to ignore it. Then he started talking about someone. When I asked who he was talking about (a female), he said a woman's name. When I questioned him some more, he said I couldn't get mad if he wanted to talk to me (his wife) about his girlfriend. Just then, I started shaking my head, and the towel and phone dropped to the floor in such dramatic fashion. It was like a scene in a movie, shot in slow motion, my scream of "NOOOOO!!" slowed down so much it sounded like some muffled warrior cry.
And that was it. Isn't that a riot?
Monday, August 06, 2007
First Trimester Menu
Fresh saltines on a bed of saltines, lightly seasoned with saltines
Ginger ale (IV drip available upon request)
10 minutes in a dim room with an ice bag on your head
Second Trimester Menu
Half a roast chicken, extra crispy
A succulent leg of lamb smothered in pork chops, served with BBQ ribs and garnished with cheeseburgers (all burnt beyond recognition for your safety)
Toll House pie smoothie, prepared with 1/2 pint heavy cream
9-by-16-inch pan of double-fudge brownies
Third Trimester Menu
(Each course followed by 15-minute neck massage and/or bathroom break)
Three bites of tossed salad
Two bites of lasagna
None, so you'll have room for dessert
A Tic Tac
* Double portions available if you're expecting twins
Sunday, August 05, 2007
They were adorable, holding hands with a mom or a dad, some of them carrying tiny purses, some carrying a bag of Disney merchandise. Since I thought the show was so amazing, I wonder what they thought of their fancy night at the opera house, watching a play, perhaps for the first time. And as Ariel, Flounder and the rest of the underwater characters glided around on Heelies across the stage, I'm sure memories were made that will last a lifetime.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
We sat this morning, drinking Celestial Seasonings' Throat Soothers tea and generally feeling sorry for ourselves. I thought I was all better, but I feel like I've hit the wall again. Guess it's time to buy stock in Kleenex (thank goodness we have about a dozen boxes in the garage, thanks to Sam's Club's bulk packaging)!
In the meantime, enjoy this 27-week photo of my growing waistline. It's no wonder I have heartburn. The baby has settled in where my stomach used to be. I think my stomach now is somewhere near my lungs (which are also being compressed), at least that is what it sounds like when it starts growling at me.