February 26, 2008 § 2 Comments
Over the last couple of days, I’ve been at a loss for what to write about. I haven’t been running around, blank-minded. What has been happening is that I’ve had thoughts bouncing around my head but my editor has been finding reasons why I shouldn’t blog about those thoughts. I really do mean my internal editor, nobody but me. The reasons are ones I won’t go into (because my editor tells me not to) so I’m left not blogging. I mean, I have been blogging but I almost feel like everyone can tell that I’m not blogging about what I want to be blogging about. But then, I really don’t want to blog about those things. I’ve got theories about why I don’t want to write about them but I’ll keep those to myself, as I’m getting cues from my editor that I should do so.
Luckily, my life is not only theories and suppositions. 😉 I’ve been getting crafty! And how! Here is the most recent of my creations (yes, her head is meant to be cut off):
Longies (aka wool pants)
I’ve got a couple other things cut out and they need only some attention to get done. Bilingual baby has been enjoying some cd crashing time while I sew. We all get to have fun.
February 25, 2008 § Leave a comment
While bilingual baby eats some pasta, I have to record a couple of things about how our day has gone so far. She woke me up at 6:15am, just before the alarm went off. She’s been waking up earlier and earlier and wanting to go to start the bath earlier and earlier as well. Anyway, lately she’s been getting ready for a growth spurt or something because she is constantly eating. We finish breakfast and a couple of minutes later, she signs for more food. Minutes after that, she signs for more food again. And this has gone on since 8am this morning. We offer food and sometimes it’s something she’d like to eat but a lot of times it isn’t. So, you go for something else and prepare it in small portions, just in case. It’s almost noon and I just can’t believe she’s been awake this long without loosing it. Well, I guess I can based on her hunger.
I think right now she’s giving kisses or CPR to some of her pasta. I can’t figure it out. And now she’s working on making a shallow pool on her tray.
February 25, 2008 § Leave a comment
I love using gowns with babies. I got hooked with my nephew (but had to make sure I didn’t call the thing a “dress” because my brother-in-law would get mad… so I’d do it anyway. it was a hoot) and when bilingual baby was born I had to have the gowns. Now that she’s older, we actually put her in a long, long-sleeve night shirt, size 2T (but quite fitted), so that middle of the night diaper changes are a snap. It was a gift from her grandmother on her birthday so it’s also super special.
Anywho, I’m going to keep up the gowns, even if this baby is a boy because it just makes everything a little bit easier. And on days I really need things to go as smoothly as possible, if I don’t have to try to get an entire leg (let alone two) out of some cute jammies (which I still will do ‘cos pjs now are just so darling!) I think I’ll sleep better at night.
Here is a new (but made from a second hand store women’s blouse) baby gown for baby 2.0
Again, one of the nice things about using a old top is that the edges are finished and your work is cut in half (at least). This is a good thing as bilingual baby will play in the room for enough time for me to sew one seam (or pin and sew) but not much more than that.
February 24, 2008 § 2 Comments
I want a pedicure badly but I can’t imagine taking my socks off for more than a warm bath or shower. So how can I get a pedicure, with the time allotment I’d be able to swing I wouldn’t be able to hang around the salon to wait for my toes to set. My other option would be to make a mad dash for the car. But then I’d have to make sure I could park right out front (and there isn’t much parking these days).
I’m planning a trip to California (though not soon enough) to visit my family so maybe I could wait till then… but my feet are so sore. waaa waaa.
February 24, 2008 § Leave a comment
(1) Link to the person that tagged you.
(2) Post the rules on your blog.
(3) Share six things you love about a friend, doesn’t have to be the same friend who wrote about you, really!
(4) Tag other random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
I love my friend Kendra because of, though not limited to, the following:
- We differ in parenting styles but still call each other to see how mothering is going.
- She calls me for my birthday, Ayyam-i-Ha, Naw-Ruz, and other great reasons.
- I can visit her on a short notice.
- When we talk on the phone it sounds (to the untrained ear) as if we were yelling.
- She accepts me for my many, many faults (she’s known me my whole life).
- She was one of the first people to notice that I had changed (she knows what I mean).
February 23, 2008 § 3 Comments
1. Link to the person that tagged you
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Share 6 non-important things/quirks about your kid
4. Tag at least three people at the end of your post and link to their blogs
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog
6. Let the fun begin!
1. already has a passport.
2. can flip pancakes.
3. works the cd player.
4. would rather stir the stir-fry than eat it.
5. has got a fascination with my nose.
6. doesn’t mind wearing a hat if she can see that it’s cold.
February 22, 2008 § 4 Comments
1. Reconfigured my estimated due date to September 1st (it was August 24th).
2. Heard baby 2.0’s heartbeat with a hand held doppler. (I will comment on this below.)
3. And just talked about other stuff.
With a later due date, a little and a lot has changed. I’m still pregnant. I’ve still been pregnant for the same amount of time. What’s changed is when we’ve started counting from. Without going into too many details (I’m still a pretty private person, despite what you may think), instead of using the date of my last period, we’ve used the estimated date of conception. (Check out Taking Charge of your Fertility to learn more about charting your cycle and getting to know your body better.) What this does is that it buys my body time. If we had stuck with the earlier due date and I had gone past it by too much (say, the week that the two due dates were off by), I might start getting frustrated OR it might be time to start considering some factors involved in an “overdue” pregnancy.
As I’ve mentioned before, it’s not uncommon for a first-time pregnancy to go 10 days past the due date- that’s actually quite the average (if hospitals didn’t induce we’d hear more stories like this). For a second-time pregnancy, it’s less common, so I doubt I’ll be going over the due date by much anyway. But the fact that I’ve given my body time is great. Because time is all an uncomplicated pregnancy needs.
Now, regarding the use of the doppler. There are no studies that can either verify the harm nor the lack of harm from ultrasound. The doppler is just a handheld ultrasound machine. It looks like a corded phone with its cradle. I haven’t been interested in doing an ultrasound for this pregnancy at all and luckily bilingual papi isn’t interested either (unless something comes up that medially requires the scan of an ultrasound). So, when my midwife mentioned she had a doppler and she could use it if I wanted her to I had to think about it. I knew that during our next visit we’d be able to hear the heartbeat with the fetoscope (click here for pictures of the fetoscope and some beautiful pictures of a woman in labor) but when we were recalculating the due date and I started to feel like I was in second grade being told I’d have to repeat 1st grade, a part of me wanted to have the immediate gratification of hearing this baby’s heartbeat.
I lay on the couch as the midwife got the goo on the doppler and bilingual bay situated herself next to me (she was a little weary of the doppler). The midwife did some wiggling of the doppler and found the heartbeat- obvious because of the many more beats per minute compared to my slower “big machine” heartbeat. So, probably less than 5 seconds had gone by, I’d heard the beat of life and was feeling done and a little guilty for giving in to my modern desire. The doppler wasn’t on the baby for more than a couple of seconds but after I heard the beating heart the first time I wanted that thing off of me. I unnaturally thanked the midwife and said I was done. She wanted to find it again for me. (And I kind of did, too, but I still was unsure.) She found it again quickly and said, “Congratulations” and smiled.
That machine didn’t “help” me be closer to this baby. It didn’t make the pregnancy “real”. So what was the point? I wanted it and I consented to it. Did I not give it enough thought? Was it like a National Enquirer purchase? Something you might do occasionally but regret later on. But can you blame me?