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Thursday, February 24, 2005


At the 20 week scan we got this print out - what a charming little tilt of the head. What a little flirt! The sonagrapher was checking out the anantomy so the arrow is highlighting how marvelously develpoed that lens (is that the singular?) of the left eye is. That's our lil Lefty Fleance! Now that he's bigger (almost 12 inches long and about a pound and half) we're not going to get those glamorous profiles as much - he's all folded up and stuff. He's like a tiny shark during SHARK WEEK! Swimming up to the camera at various suspenseful angles - a quick swish! a fin! teeth! the left eye lens! ahhhhhhh  Posted by Hello

Friday, February 18, 2005

not waddling just yet

ok, ok maybe on the stairs but thats it. I'm definitely huffin n puffin up some stairs these days but I recover quickly. I seemed to have "blossomed" this week and thanks to an official documentatrian (uh thanks bek) which my husband insisted on in his monthlong absence I think I'll have an updated belly pic up soon. A repair guy working in our office last Friday and guessed that I was in my 8th month! When I said "no, almost the 6th" he said hte daddy must be tall - yup. He is. That and last weeks 4.6 pound shoe debacle really made me aware of my recent (and seemingly sudden) growth spurt. Debacle: Um I got on the doctor's scale and freaked out just a little then I took off by stompy red boots and phew... right where I should be.
It feels like I'm 13 all over again. In the middle of the night I wake up and swear I can feel my own expansion. The pregnancy books state, its not pain just "an unusual sensation which requires my attention" - but I think that is supposed to apply to labor. The up side is that this week people officially started offering me seats on the subway!!! Without me having to even open up the winter coat or rub my belly sides. I don't always steal the seats of the innocent, just if I'm very needy - like if I'm being bumped, leaned into or if I'm recovering my breath from the extreme exertion of walking and talking at the same time. Don't worry, its not really that bad. I exagerate for comic effect, don't you know. It hink the baby wieghs a pound now but am not sure what type of vegetable would best approximate its size - I'll get ont hat right away. I know we are well past sweet potato.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

pre-natal suckah
So I finally got the balls to go to the pre-natal yoga class. It only took me 22 weeks, and you can't even really count the first 12 of that because of the extreme sleepiness, erratic fueling needs and the whole secrecy thing. So it was really only 10 weeks of shucking n jiving and making excuses and feeling puny and intimidated. I just have felt so cautious and firmly ensconced in a very narrow comfort/safety zone. One of the largest physical sensations of pregnancy until quite recently was that of jostle resistant sloth. I haven't been against exerting myself or getting thins done (especially since the energy came back and the eating got more fun) I have just avoided sudden movement with the devotion of a two toed marsupial (or a warm cat). So full, deep breathing, intense stretching, twisting, balancing these things came back into my life today. That was the first amazing reward, the second surprising bonus was how nice it was to be in a room full of preggos, most farther along than me, oh so inspiring. There was some chanting at the beginning, which I feel sort of silly doing but enjoy so much in the moment because it really forces me to breath "yogically" up to the point I'm usually slightly lightheaded trying to follow the instructed rhythm of deepening the breaths and putting awareness there and blah, blah, blah. After the basic trio of ohms the yogi continued singing in a call and response way and the pgs sounded so resonant and soothing and full. Then the chant was in English - bless these sacred mothers etc. and BOOM you guessed it! the ever present waterworks - I had to stop chanting I was so busted up. I guess I really longed for the feeling of community that I hadn't even realized I was missing. Pregnant ladies are so cool - they all instantly seem to like each other. They have advice that isn't annoying. They too have fears of gross inadequacy in stroller selection and fully understand how truly soothing ice cream is now. So nice....

Except when you make fun of them for eating ice cream and donuts, or piss them off in the subway or make them run up and down the stairs, etc. - then this pregnant lady taps into the vast reserve of fierce protective primal motherly rage. That’s been a very funny discovery of pregnant hood - the absolute patience with so many things juxtaposed with an instant and absolute intolerance for the things that push whatever secret hidden button that you didn't even see being installed.

But I digress and really, who asked? More to the point, it’s getting better all the time. I give pghood 5 stars so far.

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