Still at play

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. :)

Tracking Baby

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”

Baby Catcher review

Baby CatcherIt just occurred to me that some readers of Boyds’ Nest News might be interested in “my recent book review”: of Peggy Vincent’s _Baby Catcher: Chronicles of a Modern Midwife_. That is all.

Now and not yet

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”

A new friend

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”

The waddle

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.