…of a really bizarre infomercial product… …for which you ended up paying a ton of shipping anyhow! Week 33. TWO classes this week, folks. That’s right. Double your awesome info. Starting with Tuesday…a.k.a. INFANT AND CHILD CPR AND FIRST AID NIGHT. Now, I’ve been a nanny for seven years and know (roughly) how to keep a kid alive. But a refresher course is a refresher course, especially considering a lot of this “practical” knowledge will fly straight out of my {Read More}
It’s like a bee sting. From a truck-sized bee.
September 10, 2009 By 3 Comments
Week 32! Already four and a half pounds (the baby- I weight a biiiiiit more), blood pressure great for both mom n’ kid, extremely active baby with a superb heart rate and…OH YES, the kid is standing straight up, a.k.a. breech, a.k.a., I’m gonna need that part of my lung and ribcage back. We had evidence of this acrobatic acumen with our latest ultrasound- our child, on its belly, ankles up to the forehead, hands pushing on its face. Impressive, {Read More}
P.J., get my coat.
September 3, 2009 By 4 Comments
I think we’ve stayed at this party too long. a.k.a., That natural childbirth video made me yuke. Last night was our first “Great Expectations” class at Northwestern (do they mean for the class? For my Expectations are only Meh) and what a time was had by all! Eight to ten couples eyeing the other eight to ten couples with these actual inner monologues: Guys- Does he make more money than me? Is he younger than me?/ Gals- She best be {Read More}
Thirty weeks! That sounds close.
August 27, 2009 By 3 Comments
It kinda feels like I’m in the “official” part of my pregnancy- like, now that it’s ten weeks or less ’til Baby Central, this means that I actually have to HAVE THE KID. And other such fun. I’m thoroughly NOT enjoying the every two weeks appointments. The constant poking, prodding and weigh-ins make me feel less Earth Mother and more Rocky Post-Retirement. Or like a science experiment gone horribly awry. (“Why are you still gaining weight?” “Well, until the kid {Read More}
Wanna come see my MacLaren?
August 19, 2009 By 1 Comment
This past weekend Peej and I headed to Pittsfield to be showered with baby…think ‘It’s Raining Men,’ but with pastels. Delicious food, adorable [teensy] presents and a couple dozen of the East Coasters I like best. Also- more than five instances of “I cannot believe how HUGE you are,” to which I reply: a) Believe it. I am carrying another PERSON, and b) that is something extraordinarily obvious to say and (more likely than not) the expectant mother is walking {Read More}
Soon I’ll need time to process the end of ‘Harper’s Island.’
July 20, 2009 By 1 Comment
We’ll keep this one brief, as I’ve got a few pressing things on my plate. And my “plate,” I mean “bladder.” (How’s THAT for mixing metaphors?) But I am indeed alive and well…well-ish…(Welsh?) and figured I could afford the time to jot down a few funny things of late… Pregnancy (something I like to acknowledge between the all the goings-on with the house, apartment, car and, you know, work): The baby has hiccups! Or I have rhythmic gas bubbles! Either {Read More}
Anyone have a Tums?
July 9, 2009 By 7 Comments
So, in roughly the amount of time it took to BUILD a new (and smallish) house, we managed to PURCHASE one! For crazy amounts of Monopoly money that I was briefly allowed to touch before it was snapped up in the hands of Lawyers. (Would someone like to buy me a sandwich? I feel that to make this purchase work, we may have to forego “food” for a while.) It’s totally worth it! No apartment number EVER AGAIN! We sat {Read More}
Why yes, those ARE little daisies on my toenail.
June 24, 2009 By 3 Comments
We are almost at 5000 hits, people. Let’s do this. (And yes, I realize that people who get Google Reader updates and the like don’t necessarily count in the overall tally, but…I’m a very tangible person. Tactile, even. Some might say tangential.) Last Tuesday was the 20 week appointment wherein we got to see Bitsy Baby Schoeny. And P.J.’s chin, my nose, and the feet belonging to someone awfully antsy. It was wild to see the kiddo’s jaw opening and {Read More}
