Saturday, July 12, 2008

All of this and you want a catchy title?

[You ringing doorbell] ding-dong

[Me answering door] Hello? Oh, [beat] hi, it's been so long since we've seen each other. Come in. Just navigate around those -[indicating piles of boxes that have lived in living room for last two months which are the baby clothes from Roslyn that may or may not get sorted before January. At this rate, when I need clothes for the baby, we'll just go dig through the boxes in the living room]-and come and sit down [wait a moment to have to push the futon back into a sitting position as have been banishing Jason to futon at night as I now take up 85% of the bed in order to get a good night's sleep]. Can I get you something to drink? Let's see, I have milk, more milk, ginger ale, decaf tea, decaf coffee . . . just water? Ok, I don't think the Brita pitcher has anything in it, but the EPA hasn't sent us any notices lately, ha-ha, so tap water is ok? oh, and I don't have any ice, but I'll let the water run for a bit, that'll make it cooler. Can offer you something to eat [picking up keys from table]? I just need to run the store, I'll be right back. Feel free to make yourself at home, and, you know, do a load of laundry.


So ... how you doin'?


Yeah, me too.

We closed in on 14 weeks yesterday and by all measurements and accountings, I have left the first trimester behind. So why, I ask you for the love of pete, do I feel so crappy? This last week was a particularly new low as I would feel at 9:30 in the morning what it used to take me all day to feel. Now, some of you might get all concerned at this point. Are you coming down with something, is your blood sugar doing ok, how about your iron, are you taking your pre-natal vitamin? No, it's all fine, I can (and my OB can) assure you, I'm am just busy making a human being. You see, in a normal world, I need 8 to 9 hours of sleep on a regular basis to function. These days it would seem I could stand, oh, I don't know, 18 to 20 hours of sleep. So, by my standards, not a lot is getting done.

Although, as I say that, we are relatively clean, we've had house guests, I re-planted my herb garden, we are using up all of the CSA box every week, and the laundry, while it is a constant-sized pile, it isn't actually growing, ergo, somebody must be doing it. So, maybe I'm so tired because instead of sleeping I'm somnambulating and taking care of chores? At this point nothing would surprise me.

I have grown tired of my blog color scheme, and tweaked it a bit this week. I was finding that the soft-white (let's call it eggshell) text on the dark blue background was actually giving me a bit of a headache. Along with that I added some new stuff over on the right and moved it all around a bit. This is the thing for the summer. We have joined a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture, aka Farmshare) for the last couple of years, but this year we got a full, weekly share and I am loving it.
I could stand here on my soapbox (well, slumped next to it sitting, actually) and preach all kinds of things to you but my love for CSA's boil down to just a few things:
  • relationship with a farmer
  • relationship to the seasons
  • great, fresh food
  • not feeling like I'm causing tons of carbon dioxide to be emitted into the atmosphere in order to get my organic salad greens from California: priceless
So, for the next several months I will try to update what is in our box this week and, when there are pictures available I will throw them up here somehow. I also will try to list some of the things we're eating with the box because, hey, how useless is a list of bitter greens making you all jealous of me if you don't know I'm going to cover them in bacon? That's what I thought.

As for Baby Girl, I have a couple of stories, one of which is a Fourth of July story, a phone story, and a bubbles story, but they should be their own posts, so, for now, I will leave you with the expectation of seeing my soft, uranium-like, yellow-cake second trimester glow at some point in the future and say adieu.

btw, since I haven't managed to take any pictures in the last month (or two), here are some from one of our house guests just so you don't forget what we look like.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

I'm Done, Done, Done!

preg-nant-ly adverb Fruitfully; fully; plainly; clearly; [related to] pregnance, fertility, inventive power.
Rev. John Boag's Imperial Lexicon, c.1850

I have finished with the big weep-fests, the low-grade stupidity, the background nausea, the immune suppression, the need for second and third supper, and the every-loving *freaking* exhaustion. I'm done! Someone bring on the low-grade plutonium glow of the Second Trimester!