Wednesday, November 26, 2008

I'm Not Sure I Could Be More Pregnant

So yesterday I am leaving a meeting and I get ready to get into my car. I'm kind of in my own world, no big deal.
I sit in the car, open up my purse, and look around for my keys. I check in all the pockets in my purse, look in the bottom, check my pockets of my coat, check the passenger seat, look in my purse again, take my mittens out of my pockets and look in my coat again. No keys.
Just as I get ready to get out and start looking around the car, I realized that the car had been running the entire time I've been looking for my keys.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Sleighbells Ring ...

Ok, maybe not quite yet, but you couldn't tell from Roslyn's ensemble yesterday.

Happier Version of Ralphie (from Christmas Carol)

Jason took the day off after going to a Sr. High Retreat this weekend and he and Roslyn Girl went to the Zoo. Apparently, it is astounding how empty the Zoo is when it is Chicago in November (so, windy and about 37 degrees Fahrenheit).
They were one of eight families at the Dolphin show, and enjoyed not only great seats, but getting to see them up close afterwards.

You have undoubtedly noticed the good quality of the pictures, but maybe have noticed the files are not quite as big? Well, this is from Jason's new Blackberry (remember, the old one? The one that wouldn't survive going through the wash twice? I swear, there was nothing in that owner's manual about avoiding Front-Axis Washers). It has almost as many pixels as my Kodak. *sigh*, I'm jonesing for a Canon DSLR, but, you know how it is, I had to go and have this baby ... so probably not just yet. I'm going to try not thinking about how my pretty new A9 is actually going to be a series of Pampers.

Sunday, November 09, 2008

The Rest of the Story

I was at a meeting the week before last and a man that I see only about 4 times a year expressed his delight for our family that we would be adding one more in just two months. Before we departed he wished me good luck with the delivery. Then, embarrassed I think, retracted that, wishing me well.
I corrected him and said that, no , wishing me good luck was the fitting thing to do. I briefly recounted Roslyn Girl's delivery. It's amazing how much pain you can throw into so few words, especially when that pain isn't a part of you anymore: she was breach, delivered by C-section, aspirated meconium in the womb, and spent three days in the NICU. He tentatively asked, but it won't be natural this time, and wondered if that would be disappointing. I confirmed that it would be a C-section, but that it wasn't disappointing (especially since the idea of experiencing Hard Labor for the first time at 33 was not on my top 10 lists of things to accomplish before I die).

This time around, I told him, a safe delivery and a healthy baby is all that's important: 10 toes, 10 fingers, and one head, with something in it.

I post about this because I have been very cagey up to this point about telling people that this baby will be a C-section. I think it's been because I dreaded people's reactions. The first time around, when we knew I might have to be induced (something that obviously ended up not happening), the few people outside of family who were privy to this passed judgment on the fact. Oh the number of arm-chair obstetricians who wanted to question the wisdom of my very accomplished real obstetrician was remarkable, especially since they were expressing all of these doubts to a very pregnant woman. I feared that people wouldn't know how to hold their tongue ... again.
But, now, with less than two months to go, I don't have time for people's petty, personal battles (because I have since decided that such expressions of distaste on my behalf actually have very little to do with me and my experience). So, yes, this baby will be delivered by C-Section and, if last time is anything to judge by, I'm in for a relatively easy convalescence. I do know the exact date of the C-Section, but it's already changed once before and, in all honesty, I prefer to sit on that in case it changes again.
So I continue to tell people I'm due on January 9, but I'll start adding that this baby will be delivered by C-Section by the same physician who brought Roslyn into this world and has seen me (so far, touch wood) through two pregnancies quite safely.

Saturday, November 01, 2008

Riding High

I wonder why John Denver never wrote a song about Sugar-Highs.

I mention this because today has been a non-stop, all-out tour de force for Roslyn's pancreas as she has been working to deal with the amounts of sugar she has been directing into her system.

I speak of, course, of the Halloween-aftermath. We were a bit trepidatious since this year we decided she would actually get some of her Halloween candy (last year she got to look at it all and then she went to bed and never was to be seen again...truly a scary Halloween story). Jason and I decided last night, after we "traded" some of the chocolate in her loot for animal crackers and fruit snacks (but by no means all, you traditionalists out there), that today would be an all out candy day. All day long she has been able to ask, for the most part at will, for things from her treat bucket. The caveat here is that when she goes to bed tonight, so does the rest of her booty. It will all be re-distributed back into the house's candy's reserves (don't look at me like that; you're just jealous you don't have a year-round stash of candy and that you didn't think of it first), the Halloween bucket and will get put up for another year and on Sunday morning we will say no more about it.

As a strategy, it's working so far today, and I think will work fine for us tomorrow. I can't take claim for thinking it up on my own, I read about it somewhere that dentists would suggest having a huge binge and then eating normally after that binge; it's easier on your teeth when you aren't constantly encasing them in sugar every couple of hours for a couple of weeks. So, as long as she doesn't go into a diabetic coma, it'll all be fine.

But, and of course you are right to ask, what was Roslyn Girl for Halloween? Well, since Jason had found a rather fetching Gandalf hat at Gen-Con, it was necessary that Frodina make a re-appearance this year. We did have to re-work aspects of the costume as the transition from being one year old to two years old is a big one (taller and rounder), but it turned out ok. More on Flickr.