Friday, November 30, 2007
"You didn't have your baby yet?" - mother of two, with mild astonishment. When I replied that I was only 6 months pregnant, she responded, with moderate astonishment, "Oh, really?"
"Hi, preggo." - twenty-something guy, who very soon after apologized and said he was just "playing."
"When's your due date? [....] I only gained five pounds!" - pregnant woman who said her due date was the following day, but appeared to be at the same stage of pregnancy as I, and then completely depressed me when I commented about how small she looked.
"Are you having a baby? My mom already had me!" - kindergarten student, while touching the top of his head with a pointer finger. He was on a school trip with his class, and I'd just read the little ones some picture books. And, yes, he was very cute.
"Are you having a girl?" - fifth-grade student, also on a school trip with her class, rather excitedly. She seemed rather disappointed when I told her it was a boy. And, yes, she was also cute.
"When's your baby due?" "How far along are you?" "Do you know what you're having yet?" "Congratulations!" - innumerable patrons, young and old, male and female, every race and nationality, every disposition, from a tart elderly woman to a young guy who spends most of his time trying to look at porn on the public PCs when he doesn't think we'll notice. One of my favorites so far: a man last week excitedly showed me photos of his four-month-old daughter, claimed that postpartum is tougher on husbands than pregnancy (surprise, surprise, and boo-hoo) and correctly guessed that, at six months' gestation, we were still wondering what the heck to do with the baby's room.
Only 99ish (or 98ish, depending on which baby counter you prefer) days to go...
Monday, November 26, 2007
After nearly every photo Rob's taken in the last three weeks, I ask him, "Do I really look like that?" He is simultaneously compassionate, reminding me that I'm pregnant, and callous, telling me that, yes, indeed, I do look like that. So much for blaming the beloved digital camera. But I just can't put the evil thing down...attempts last night and this morning with strategic angling to minimize facial chubbiness:
By the way, my OB told me this morning that my weight was "perfect," which made me feel better, though when I asked him if I'd gained too much weight, he was furiously scribbling on my chart and never bothered to look up. It still made me feel better, even if he likely says that to all the ladies who've gained anywhere from twelve to ninety-seven pounds at this point in pregnancy. And it took the sting out of the joke from a (male, of course) coworker who said I could stand in for Santa Claus soon. Nothing but coal for you, my dear!
Must be heading off to bed. I couldn't fall asleep last night for ages, and then I woke up at 3:14 a.m. and couldn't fall asleep again for what seemed like a few hours; I was so tired that I was having very weird hallucinatory worries that I wouldn't fall asleep again before the 8 a.m. alarm, among other strange thoughts, but not tired enough to drop off to sleep again quickly. Gah--pregnancy and its assorted sleep-depriving ills. Off to bed, to avoid the dreaded haggard look that I model so well in this morning's pics...just as soon as I finish my fistful of chocolate cookies...
Sunday, November 25, 2007
And very little else has changed. So much for loooong holiday breaks...which still seemed oh-so-short, what with the shopping (grocery, not Black Friday) and the cooking and the family-togetherness and the eating of leftovers and the sitting-around-doing-nothingness of it all. But there's always Christmas break!
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Alas, Rob, not content with mere criticism this time, swooped in--while at work--and junked up my serene little piece of the Internet with his "countdown cray-zee-ness!" He wanted to delete them after showing me how the cool kids add countdowns, but I wouldn't let him, preferring to retain evidence of his madness. I even permitted him administrator privileges to add the least obnoxious to the sidebar. But look! (he said,) This one shows you the baby's development! So, it stays. (I don't quite understand the one-day discrepancy between his and my countdowns, but I'll leave that to the mathematical/obstetrical geniuses who must read this blog daily. I'm sure Speck won't arrive on the precise day anyhow.)
Belly photos not available, as we were not showered and dressed 'til just about sundown. Such bright, young go-getters...
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
While I slaved away at the library, workin' hard to bring home the soy bacon, Rob was otherwise occupied:*
*Not shown: Rob having breakfast out; Rob wandering about a few retail establishments; Rob screwing around on the Internet; Rob spending vast amounts of time playing video games.
I do love a man in an apron. And I do love cookies. And work wasn't really that bad: we had a game day for kids and teens, and I spent some of my gainfully employed time playing Crazy Eights and Clue, when I wasn't feverishly assembling just-purchased board games. And we went out for pizza that night, which lately is enough to make my day!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Well, no, not really. It's only been a week, after all, and I am quite the procrastinator. I don't think I've moved anything since Saturday, unless it's to kick something out of my way, though Mademoiselle Panzie has moved several books, intentionally or otherwise.
What a great help she is.
We're seriously considering maybe thinking about registering for baby gear this weekend. Or next. I just have this weird obsession or compulsion to have the room cleaned out before registering. Which may push us into mid-February or so...but after hearing from a patron today that her friend gave birth yesterday after only 7 1/2 months of pregnancy, I'm starting to feel even more anxious. For once, I don't think it's paranoia. Birthing babies is not an exact science, and if Speck arrives early and sleeps snuggly in a cardboard box on the coffee table because we don't have a crib or even an empty room, what encouragement do we even have for getting a crib or emptying a room? We can't be the only ones who let many and varied things slide because we can make do otherwise.
(Have I ever mentioned how much I adore digital cameras? [Particularly when used for such noble and worthy purposes as visually documenting messes, etc.] Quite possibly, ours is the best purchase Rob's ever made, and he's made many purchases. Many, many purchases.)
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Rob thought these photos came out well, and I was back in the house, in my cozy velour maternity hoodie and pants (which Rob says are not exactly flattering), before looking at them and seeing how amazingly wide and dreary I appear, in both body and face. (You should see the frontal shots--GAH.) I'll blame it on the pulled-back hair, on the insufficient use of war paint, and on just returning from a big breakfast out. (From which I returned still hungry.) And I did really like this sweater...
And this is as productive as we got today. I very recently peeled myself off of the sofa, having spent more than four hours there with a book, just now finished; to be honest, I did get up a few times, mostly snack-related.
That is all. I'm feeling rather dull in both spirits and wit today. I'll blame it on the gloomy weather and our indolence. But it's almost dinnertime...that usually perks up a preggo!
Thursday, November 8, 2007
And so I've taken the last few images of (most of) my beloved "office," soon to be nursery-fied. Sadly, this is the neatest and tidiest that it's been in...ever. (But if you let me keep it, I'll take better care of it! I'll clean up after it! Pleeeease!!!)
I know we have four months (my due date is four calendar months from today, in fact), but with the upcoming holidays and extra poundage, I'm feeling a bit paranoid about time and energy and opportunity slipping away. I had planned to start packing up and moving things to Rob's office (dungeon) on Tuesday, as I had the day off for Election Day (no, I didn't vote--did you?), but time slipped away even then. Not so much "slipped away" as seemingly better spent getting an oil change, cruising the Internet, reading, eating, trying on even more ill-fitting maternity clothes, and, very late in the afternoon, finally cleaning a little and doing some laundry and making a fast dinner, so Rob wouldn't ask, in mock disbelief at my slothfulness, "What have you done all day?" He still asked. Oh, I have seen the error of my ways. Ha.
Anyhow, Rob complained a bit about my demand for domestic "equal rights," but he did make about 1/6 of his large bookcase amenable to my book-housing needs. I've moved four books thus far. (They were rather large and heavy, so there.) We still aren't quite sure how the desks and all will fit into his office, but we've talked about ditching my PC and desk and getting a laptop, etc. Like we'll have time to be on computers simultaneously after Speck arrives anyhow. So glass-half-full we can be.
Maybe I'll start tomorrow. Or over the weekend, which is a three-dayer because of Veterans' Day. Woo-hoo! (November is one of the loveliest of months for public servants...Did I mention my coup of Thanksgiving week? Six days off!) If only my mood weren't so funereal for the task at hand...
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Well, actually, yesterday was "officially" 22 weeks, according to the OB, and these pics are from yesterday a.m. Or just after noon, when we finally left the house for breakfast and a full day out and about. Such bright, young go-getters!
They seemed such a nice couple.
There were so happy, so energetic, so optimistic about the day ahead.
Little did they know what horrors (in the form of utter tedium) the apple orchard/cider mill held...
Joking, really. Though I did make Rob visit an apple orchard/cider mill, a trip that was both delightfully geeky and autumnal, against his better judgement. Even after he hurt his back while getting dressed. (Again, Rob--nice try.) The weather was beautiful, and I couldn't bear to stay home and clean or rake the damn leaves (as seen in photos above--there are, like, millions!). I think we were just about the only adults at the orchard/mill thing without children outside the womb. (It reminded me of the time we went to a movie theater to see Finding Nemo, and the woman with two young daughters ahead of us turned away from the box office and asked, rather suspiciously, "Where are your kids?" Uhhhh....)Regardless, we had a lovely time, what with apples and cider and donuts and hay and corn mazes and animals, both those alive and stinky and those animatronic and sucky (which were somewhat pathetic. And utterly weird.). Driving back along country roads, we so meandered that pick-up trucks and SUVs constantly passed up our "Sunday driving on a Saturday afternoon," as Rob put it. But it was a beautiful day! Damn city slickers, fascinated by fallow fields and farmhouses and sprinklings of cows and horses.
We also hit a few stores and a Mexican restaurant for dinner. Slowly into the abyss goes our whole "let's-save-money-because-of-the-baby-and-potential-single-income-future." I tried on about fourteen maternity tops before deciding that, as a pregnant woman, I am obviously deformed, as all of it looked ridiculous, except for a sweater that I bought. Which may not look great on me, but, relative to the rest of the things I've tried in the last few months...
Rob thinks we're raking and bagging leaves and mowing the lawn today. Ha. We're still in pajamas, he playing a video game and I screwing around on the Internet. Not totally screwing around, as I'm entering many and varied baby- and pregnancy-product contests, monitoring an eBay sale, and balancing my checking account, but I am doing a fair amount of Internet-related screwing around. (And into which category does this blog-like thing fall?) Ahh, weekends...
Friday, November 2, 2007
At the library, I'm responsible for getting all of our periodicals in the catalog, by hook or by crook. I've often glanced at the taglines for two of the mags that we receive and found them a bit strange, so when I came across them today, I thought I'd share.
- Parenting: "What Matters to Moms."
- American Baby: "Mom to Mom, Woman to Woman."
I mean, neither of these magazines is gender-specific; we'll both be parents of an American baby. (The insinuation that the needs of American babies differ greatly from non-American, communist/terrorist/anarchist/Canadian babies is another issue entirely.) I can understand if Working Mother is skewed to women, but that's kinda implied by the title alone.
Anyhow, we found this a bit irksome, as Rob most likely will be a SAHD, whether working from home part-time or not working outside the home at all. And we assume that, regardless of the working situation for us both, we'll both need to know how to effectively parent our baby, American or otherwise. So ends (for now) my bitching, with the acknowledgement that others have bitched about this (much more effectively and in-depth) before me.
(Don't get me wrong: I still love magazines and all of their advertisements, whether fashion or homemaking or cooking or otherwise. What I really hate, however, is the obnoxiousness of Blogger: I'm having huge issues formatting my posts to my liking. Can you see how some lines are well-spaced and others are not? [I've forgotten what that's called.] And don't get me started on the adding of photos. Why, WHY??? GAAAHHH! Thirteen mere days blogging, and I'm a critic.)
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Note how the skirt hangs just above my hips (i.e., at a defined waistline and not hiked up to just under chest with zipper halfway down [or, more optimistically, halfway up])? Note how the bodice meets across the chest and the tummy (i.e., not straining to hold them in or back)?
Was I ever so young and non-pregnant?
Last night, I masqueraded more as a past-her-prime bar wench.
Chubby Panzie used as feline shield/highly desired belly block:
And not quite succeeding. Naughty kitty.
Hope not quite fulfilled.
(Not pictured: The poor ribbon struggling
to keep bodice gap under 10 inches.)
Ah, well--there's always next year. Perhaps the costume will look better. Perhaps then we'll have more than 20-odd kids (that's 20-or-so kids, not 20 ODD kids, though some were.). Perhaps then Rob won't tell a friend later on that "Jamie ate more candy than we gave out." Yeah, Rob, I heard, and I'm not happy. Even if it's so very, very true. And we'll have a Speck, to dress up in an adorable costume and use to get candy, as Anne suggests!
And just because he's a popular guy and quite in demand, and also because he'll be quite annoyed, here's Rob (sans costume) enjoying his delicious leftover Thai last night, both somber and rakishly askew (in camera angle, anyhow):
My Thai was hoovered too quickly to snap a non-blurry picture.
Happy belated Halloween!