We had a friend over the other day who’s not quite five years old. He was interested in a couple of simple clay objects out on our livingroom table (a large ring and a chunky heart). He asked who made them, and when we said that we had, he asked in amazement — “You still have clay?”
We hope he’ll always remember that, yes, even grown-ups can goof around with the arts. :)
Last night, I had some trouble falling asleep. Not particularly surprising, considering our exciting day, and then experiencing the over-stimulation of skimming through several baby books and freaking out about sleep deprivation. Continue reading “The AND stance”
With help from our anticipated tax refund, last night I ordered a new digital camera. When it arrives, it will replace the one I still think of as “new,” but which is almost five years old. So now I’m waiting for _two_ little deliveries. The difference is, I get a FedEx tracking number for the camera so I can expect it on Monday. I want a tracking number for Baby! Continue reading “Tracking Baby”
It just occurred to me that some readers of Boyds’ Nest News might be interested in “my recent book review”:http://www.jonboyd.org/reviews/000073.php of Peggy Vincent’s _Baby Catcher: Chronicles of a Modern Midwife_. That is all.
Well, I didn’t get any new information from Jenny about the laboring scene I witnessed on Monday — I didn’t really think I would, considering patient confidentiality. What I *did* get was an unexpected ultrasound. Continue reading “An eventful day”
Last night, I thought about how much I enjoy feeling baby’s little kicks and punches while I fall asleep. It is so comforting to know that she is doing her little Tai-Chi moves in there, growing bigger and bigger (fat, fat, fat!).
Jon and I feel like we have a real relationship with her, but of course it isn’t as satisfying as it will be Continue reading “Now and not yet”
Mostly, I just can’t wait to meet her. We’re very conscious that we already _have_ a baby: she’s just an “indoor baby” and we’re waiting for her to be an “outdoor baby” (as our friend Melanie put it). There are three people who live in our house already.
But we haven’t _met_ her yet. Continue reading “A new friend”
Today, I went for my weekly midwife appointment at 9:20 am. After waiting for about 25 minutes, I wondered what was taking so long — usually by this time they have at least asked me to pee into a cup. Continue reading “Spontaneous midwife”
I told Jon months ago that I was not going to waddle — I was going to be “a very graceful pregnant woman.” That worked until about 36 weeks. It’s not that I waddle all the time, but the resident within my belly needs to shift around a bit when I get up and change positions, so I just *have* to waddle a little bit at the beginning. Waddling is a necessity when you have someone’s head pressing against your bladder. But I don’t think I’m waddling all the time. The rest of the time I look like a very graceful ballerina hippo.
It occurs to me that one of the things about the best friendships is how you pay attention to how the other person changes over time. Continue reading “The pace of change”