The 8th Nerve

This is a picture from week 12 when I thought I was actually “showing.”  I even emailed it to my Mom.  Here’s a picture of me showing!   Ha…ha…ha…

Now for laughs I’m going to insert week 31 pic of me wearing that same top.

Whoa!  Or perhaps this one is more accurate…

No, I’m kidding.. I think this one captures it best.

I’m feeling very good and relaxed these days.  I thought the third trimester would have all kinds of craziness in store for me, but it seems that the transition was just a blip on the radar and then my body adjusted.   Who knows what may happen in July and August, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I continue to feel so comfortable.

Word of advice- tell only your closest friends and family the gender of your baby and tell everyone else that you don’t know yet.  I’ve had two baby showers at work and now I am swimming in baby girl pink frou frou outfits.  If I had kept my mouth shut, I would have gotten gender neutral yellow and green!  Anything but pink!   Not to say that I don’t appreciate the thoughtfulness and kindness of people putting together a shower for me.  I definitely do.   I’m just puzzled why there has to be so much pink in general.  Baby boy outfits are just as bad.. all the blue and images of cars and trucks and sports paraphernalia.   Gender stereotyping and conformity at its source!

When I stand out on the deck at night, the fireflies blink and glow all around like a field of stars.   The crickets and peepers are a peaceful racket all the way down to the river.   The days have been so nice and cool, but I’m sure the hot weather isn’t far behind.    That will be when I set up a lawn chair next to the AC unit in the bedroom.

I can’t wait to meet the pooch!

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Jun 18th 2009Pictures & Uncategorized & pregnancy

I think there is something about the number 30.   The decision to get pregnant didn’t remotely go under serious consideration until I turned 30.  Now that I’ve hit 30 weeks, it is becoming more and more of a reality that sooner, rather than later, this baby will actually COME OUT.

The baby hiccups a lot, I read that is a good thing, means her diaphragm is working.   All kinds of movements now.  Gliding, sliding movements, kicks, rotations, shifts, sudden jerks like a startle reflex.  Apparently at this point she can also be aware and react to certain environmental stimuli, open and close her eyes, and track light sources.

For some reason, I don’t get back pain when I sit for long periods anymore.  Sweet.  I’m grateful to be pain free and not sleep deprived.  I know it could be worse!

Most of my maternity tops are not long enough!  I feel like the underside of my belly is hanging out and catching all the drafts.  Why don’t they make them longer?

I wouldn’t say my belly button has popped.  It’s more like it has ‘pooched.’  I call her Helga.  I’m not sure about pooched belly button etiquette.  Is there one?  Should I use a bandaid or something to try to flatten it so as to not violate others’ sense of decency or do I just let it pooch?

I wish my doctor was more like my orthodontist when I go in for visits.    When I saw my orthodontist, he would be so enthusiastic and congratulatory that I would leave feeling like I was a very special individual who got an A+, not only in responsible teeth and braces care, but in general awesomeness as well.

My doctor is pretty young and since she is not married, I am making the assumption she hasn’t been pregnant yet.  She doesn’t know yet that when pregnant ladies come in, they want to get A pluses in pregnancy.  Think of the pregnant lady as a college paper.  As you go over each paragraph, give her tons of comments in the margins.  Warm, congratulatory, excited, enthusiastic comments.  Pretty much imply that something of this nature, and how she is pulling it off,  is so fantastic and special that no one has ever really done it before, despite evidence to the contrary.  A plus plus!!  Baby gets an A+ too!

A plus or not, this baby isn’t really going to actually come out, is it?

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Jun 10th 2009Uncategorized & pregnancy

Filming is set to begin soon for the latest movie, Tin Can.   These days when I look in the garage, I’m just in awe of how Steve and Logan, with help from friends, built this.   Feeling ill equipped to build anything and overwhelmed by the sheer size of the project, I have focused on being more of the emotional supporter and taking care of the house while Steve works on the ship.   While standing on the sidelines, I also harbored worries about the financial costs of time, energy and resources.  The countless hours Steve has put into the movie script and building the set is unbelievable.

The other night though I came in and watched Steve work on the UV shower and discovered that if he set me to a task, I could easily help out in some way.  Watching him at work, I realized how much this project has utilized his creative energy and many other talents to build something like this.

Seeing Steve take apart a computer monitor stand and become so excited about the possibilities within the spring loaded metal contraption that emerged, I realized how much he is in his element and how much I love seeing him in his element.  He is so much more fulfilled than he was just working his day job.   Unlike most of us, he has found a way to not sacrifice his creativity and passion to work.   This is worth more than a thousand translation jobs.

The spaceship is the other baby in the works right now and we are feeling the pressure that comes from working non-stop to get this done in time, to coordinate the filming schedule, to get the equipment ready, to organize the logistics of people, locations and props.  I can only hope fervently for everyone involved to understand what this is really about- teamwork, communication, community, creativity, magic-  and to be on the same wavelength.  I feel so protective of it and hope that others, besides the team that has been working on it from the beginning,  see how incredibly great it is going to be.

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Jun 1st 2009Everyday life & Family & Friends & Uncategorized