Archive for August, 2008

Our wedding finery

August 31, 2008

My brother got married just minutes ago, but we had to miss the festivities because traveling to Minnesota while 38 weeks pregnant was out of the question.  I hate that we’re not there, but we did manage to listen to the service on my cell phone–it sounded like they got married on Mars.  While everyone else was in the church, singing and praying and standing up for the bridal couple, we were hanging out in our living room with the dog.  Strange way to “attend” a wedding, but it was better than nothing.

So congratulations, Brendan and Sara, from Miranda, Micah, B3, and Snow!

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B3’s vet

August 29, 2008

I have a lot more experience with dogs than with children, so I keep thinking of the baby’s pediatrician as his veterinarian.  We had our “new parent” meeting with her this morning and were very impressed.  She’s an experienced physician and seems very open to questions.  This pregnancy has given me my first extended contact with the medical establishment, and I admit I’m only now getting comfortable asking a lot of questions, calling nurses for follow-up, and so on.  Working with medical professionals who encourage these kinds of things makes life a lot easier for me.

Today’s reason for gratitude

August 29, 2008

My little brother called me yesterday with quite a story.  He was driving his fiancee’s car to pick up tuxes for their upcoming wedding, and as he was merging onto the freeway, he heard a popping sound.  Thinking perhaps a tire had burst, he pulled onto the shoulder.  After noticing steam or smoke coming from under the hood, he got out of the car, only to have the whole thing go up in flames just minutes later.

I’m so grateful he walked away from this terrible scene with no injuries!  (And they certainly have some interesting photos for their wedding scrapbook.)

Do I dare to eat a peach?

August 27, 2008

I guess there’s not really a good time to have gestational diabetes–and I have to admit that dealing with this kind of restricted diet during the holidays would be much worse–but it has been hard to pass up so many delicious summer fruits.  At least cakes and cookies generally don’t have much redeeming nutritional value, making it easy to see the advantages of avoiding them, but fruit, for heaven’s sake….  Anyway, I’ve given in and eaten strawberries, peaches, and grapes, but only in strict moderation.  I hope I return to good health after the baby arrives, so I can go back to enjoying the produce section.

In other news, I was back at the doctor’s office today, for my weekly check-up.  B3 put on a good show on the fetal monitor, though at first he squirmed right off the chart.  After some adjustments, he did just fine and managed not to land us in the hospital this time.  The doctor’s examination gave no indication that the little fella is in any hurry to join us in the outside world, but the plan is still to get him out on or before September 14.  Good thing, too, since “Wow, you look huge” is actually overtaking “Hot enough for you?” as the comment I hear most often.

Fashion faux pas

August 26, 2008

When I look down these days, this is what I see:

So surely it’s perfectly understandable that I went to a party last Saturday wearing two different-colored shoes.  Less excusable is the fact that I had done this before, when my belly was much smaller.  Twice.

B3’s gallery

August 24, 2008

Yesterday I framed the prints we got to decorate the nursery, and now all that’s left is to hang them on the walls.  Before you go having a heart attack because it looks like I cut apart a book to get the Zen panda pictures, let me assure you that I got an unbound copy of the book for free at the Houston Public Library’s children’s book sale a couple of weeks ago.  If I had really gone after a book with an X-acto knife, I’m sure the library police would have confiscated my MLS immediately.

Books & Bagels Baby Shower

August 23, 2008

I am really not a baby shower person, but here’s an idea that makes such parties not only palatable but downright fabulous: just ask for books! 

This morning my colleagues gave me a delightful “Books & Bagels” shower.  B3 came away with a wonderful collection for his library, and I love knowing that people picked books they enjoyed as children (or, as one friend remarked about the classic Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day, have continued to appreciate well into adulthood).  I think everyone had fun sharing stories about their favorite children’s books, and I was glad all these academic librarians got some practice in a very different kind of collection development.  If we end up with more expectant moms at the library in the future, I know I’ll get a kick out of choosing books for their babies (even if they decide they’d prefer more traditional showers).

Thanks to everyone who participated in this memorable event.  It really meant a lot to me, and I know Micah, the kiddo, and I will treasure all these books for many years.

8/8

August 20, 2008

B3 sure is getting to be a troublemaker.  During today’s fetal monitoring session at the doctor’s office, his heartrate dipped slightly a couple of times, so it was off to the hospital for another round and for ultrasound number…seven, I think.  Anyway, like most hospital visits, this one consisted mostly of waiting–I was glad I’d stopped to pick up some magazines on my way in.  After the usual invasive questioning, boring monitoring, and uncomfortable ultrasound (the procedure itself is painless; the lying on my back is no fun), the nurse came back with a good report: B3 scored eight out of eight on the various things the tests measured (e.g., movement and practice breathing).  I was very relieved, of course, but annoyed that I didn’t get to work until 2:30.

B4?

August 17, 2008

I’m considering adding another B to B3’s nickname, so that he can be called Bonkers Baby Boy Bennett.  Remember how I used to worry incessantly because I often wouldn’t feel him move for a few hours?  Ah, the good old days.  Granted, that still happens every now and then, but mostly he seems to be active all the time

I admit, it is kind of fun to imagine what he’s thinking.  I picture him saying things like, “Wake up, Mommy, wake up!  I have the hiccups!  Isn’t that funny?” and “I’m bored….C’mon, let’s dance!” and “I’m in training for the 2028 Olympics.  Gymnastics!  Soccer!  And those equestrian events look fun–can I get a horse in here?”  Um, no, son.  No horse for you until you join us in the outside world.  Sorry.

These days I wonder to myself which is stranger: having another human being living inside you or basically taking for granted that you have another human being living inside you.

Sit and rock

August 16, 2008

August always makes me a little bit sad these days.  For the first thirty or so years of my life, almost every year I spent at least a week–and sometimes the whole month–of August visiting my grandmother at her summer cottage on Chautauqua Lake in Maple Springs, New York.  Now that Nana is unable to travel, and the rest of the family is scattered around the country, my mom had to make the difficult decision to sell our share of the house to a cousin.  In the future, I look forward to taking Micah and B3 to that part of the world to share with them the many wonderful memories I have of places like Midway Park*, Peterson’s Candies, Panama Rocks, and the Chautauqua Institution, but I wish we were still able to go there every year.

Among the many “lake” traditions was spending time on the cottage’s beautiful wraparound front porch, where all you had to do was “sit and rock.”  I was pleased to get one of the rocking chairs from the house, which now resides in our reading room.  Sitting and rocking is about all I’m capable of these days, so it’s nice to be able to do it and be reminded of one of my very favorite places.

* Those of you who know Midway will understand how much I laughed when I found it featured on this site called ultimaterollercoaster.com.  The Midway roller coaster is the farthest thing imaginable from “ultimate.”