So, my water broke at about 11:00pm yesterday night (Thursday). Contractions are about 5 minutes apart and strong enough to keep me awake, but not too strong to talk or walk through. To say that we're excited would be an understatement. To say that we're tired would be pretty accurate. I'll update when I feel like it. Until then, pray for baby Lyndon (and for me!) and wait for phone calls/emails from one of the people we plan on calling in the morning.
Here we go . . .
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Keeping Up with the Joneses....es
My husband likes new things. Truth be told, so do I. Really though, who doesn't? I don't know a single person who would claim that he/she dislikes the smell of a new car, or the feeling of new clothes. There's something exciting and wonderful about having something you didn't have before, especially if no one else has had it before, either.
But sometimes, in our ridiculously prosperous nation (still among the world's wealthiest 1% even in the midst of a recession), we get a little carried away. We buy things we technically can't afford or don't need, sacrificing our family's well-being for the sake of a thrill or a status symbol.
Which brings me back to my husband and his affinity for new things. Our neighbors (both sets) recently purchased new cars . . . to replace the other new cars that they already had. This means the one set has had 4 new cars in the past 2 years. My husband had a hard time with this. Truth be told, so did I. These neighbors are of the DINK (Double Income No Kids) variety, and it's hard not to feel deprived in the face of our now and future SILK (Single Income Lots of Kids) status. Yes, we do own a "new" car, almost 2 years old, only purchased because our (inherited) car died, paid for half in cash, and in the bottom of the commuter car price bracket. Definitely not a status symbol. Adrian and I worked hard last summer, not so we could finance a swanky car, but so we could afford to pay his student loans on one income. It looks like he will spend the next few summers in the same way, for the same reason. And what will he have to show for it? Nothing, if our goal in life is keeping up with our Joneses.
If not for Jesus and the change He's made in Adrian's life, he would own a much pricier car, a brand new sound system, very swanky clothes, probably an iPad, and I would be preparing to go back to work immediately after Tadpole's birth. This, we've been told, is the "American Dream". But we know it's not God's dream for our family. God's dream makes us look radically different from our neighbors. Is it restrictive? Sometimes. Is it worth it? Absolutely.
But sometimes, in our ridiculously prosperous nation (still among the world's wealthiest 1% even in the midst of a recession), we get a little carried away. We buy things we technically can't afford or don't need, sacrificing our family's well-being for the sake of a thrill or a status symbol.
Which brings me back to my husband and his affinity for new things. Our neighbors (both sets) recently purchased new cars . . . to replace the other new cars that they already had. This means the one set has had 4 new cars in the past 2 years. My husband had a hard time with this. Truth be told, so did I. These neighbors are of the DINK (Double Income No Kids) variety, and it's hard not to feel deprived in the face of our now and future SILK (Single Income Lots of Kids) status. Yes, we do own a "new" car, almost 2 years old, only purchased because our (inherited) car died, paid for half in cash, and in the bottom of the commuter car price bracket. Definitely not a status symbol. Adrian and I worked hard last summer, not so we could finance a swanky car, but so we could afford to pay his student loans on one income. It looks like he will spend the next few summers in the same way, for the same reason. And what will he have to show for it? Nothing, if our goal in life is keeping up with our Joneses.
If not for Jesus and the change He's made in Adrian's life, he would own a much pricier car, a brand new sound system, very swanky clothes, probably an iPad, and I would be preparing to go back to work immediately after Tadpole's birth. This, we've been told, is the "American Dream". But we know it's not God's dream for our family. God's dream makes us look radically different from our neighbors. Is it restrictive? Sometimes. Is it worth it? Absolutely.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Think Before You Speak
**Edit**
Please pardon my venting, and feel free to leave gracious responses to these comments, as well.Real comments I have received from real people in the past week . . . (Feel free to leave comments with snarky responses to these-- I have inserted some of my own. I would never say most of them, but it's still satisfying to think about it.)
"You're still here?!"
("I'm glad to see you too!")
"No baby yet, huh?"
(*looks down at belly* "Oh no. We had him last Tuesday Can't you tell?")
"Why haven't you had that baby yet?"
("Because I'm just not trying hard enough.")
"He hasn't come yet? What's wrong with him?"
("He has his mommy's sense of punctuality.")
"Just calling to check in!" (from a relative who has never called "just to check in")
(Ummm . . . thank you?)
Seriously people. Not only do I realize that I am, in fact, still pregnant, I'm also painfully aware of the fact that my body is not doing what it is "supposed" to do right now. I have one job right now: releasing a baby, and I am failing at it. I know this is through no fault of my own, but it surprises me how many people act like it is. Trust me, if I could just decide to go into labor right this minute, I would.
Until then, could people please think before they speak?
Monday, January 25, 2010
Happy Due Date to Me
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, yesterday was the magical day the health profession gave us when we showed up with our positive pregnancy test. And . . . Tadpole has decided that it will NOT be his birthday. I feel strangely okay with this. I actually feel better, in some ways, about waiting now than I did two weeks ago. Maybe that's because I've had a lot of practice since then.
The Birth Center is comfortable letting me go up to two weeks like this, since everything has been fine, and Tadpole is still nice and healthy. And I'm comfortable with that, too. I would rather not have to be induced in the hospital (although I absolutely will if I have to), so I will be spending the next two weeks walking, squatting, and generally trying every safe method I know of to encourage things along. The Birth Center has a pretty decent success rate with this kind of thing, too, although some of their last resorts can be a little less . . . gentle . . . than I am hoping for. (castor oil, anyone?)
Anyway, just be praying that Tadpole decides to come out sometime between now and February 7th, and until then, enjoy the Due Date picture we took to commemorate. (They tell me I'll be glad I took these. I don't believe them yet.)
The Birth Center is comfortable letting me go up to two weeks like this, since everything has been fine, and Tadpole is still nice and healthy. And I'm comfortable with that, too. I would rather not have to be induced in the hospital (although I absolutely will if I have to), so I will be spending the next two weeks walking, squatting, and generally trying every safe method I know of to encourage things along. The Birth Center has a pretty decent success rate with this kind of thing, too, although some of their last resorts can be a little less . . . gentle . . . than I am hoping for. (castor oil, anyone?)
Anyway, just be praying that Tadpole decides to come out sometime between now and February 7th, and until then, enjoy the Due Date picture we took to commemorate. (They tell me I'll be glad I took these. I don't believe them yet.)
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Encouragement from an Unlikely Place
Last week, I gushed about The Tolkien Professor and his lectures. Since then, I have been listening to them off and on, and I found myself oddly encouraged by one of them this morning. It's called, "On Masters and Servants". It's a discussion between Prof. Olsen and one of his students about the relationship between Frodo and Sam and Sam's status as a servant in The Lord of the Rings. Prof. Olsen thinks that Sam's lowly status marks him as the greatest of all, noting Tolkien's pattern of giving the weakest characters the most internal strength and quoting Jesus' principle from Mark 9:35, "If anyone would be first, he must be last of all and servant of all".
This discussion encouraged me in my job description as helper this morning; it helped me to remember that while it may be a lowly position with very little recognition, it is of infinite worth in God's eyes. Wives and mothers often find themselves receiving as much prestige as Sam, who, in Tolkien's short summary of The Lord of the Rings, isn't even mentioned by name, despite being indispensable in the saving of Middle Earth.
If you get a chance, listen to this discussion. It's about 45 minutes long, but the Sam section only lasts for a little over half the time, so you can shorten it if you wish. Some basic knowledge of the books is good, but not necessary, as Prof. Olsen refers to the movies almost as often as the books in this installment. Enjoy, and let me know if any of you helpers are encouraged by this like I was.
This discussion encouraged me in my job description as helper this morning; it helped me to remember that while it may be a lowly position with very little recognition, it is of infinite worth in God's eyes. Wives and mothers often find themselves receiving as much prestige as Sam, who, in Tolkien's short summary of The Lord of the Rings, isn't even mentioned by name, despite being indispensable in the saving of Middle Earth.
If you get a chance, listen to this discussion. It's about 45 minutes long, but the Sam section only lasts for a little over half the time, so you can shorten it if you wish. Some basic knowledge of the books is good, but not necessary, as Prof. Olsen refers to the movies almost as often as the books in this installment. Enjoy, and let me know if any of you helpers are encouraged by this like I was.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Way Easier than Chicken Pot Pie
I made this last night for dinner. It's one of our staples, as it is quick, easy, and only involves a few ingredients, all of which can be frozen/kept in the pantry. It also uses the stove top more than the oven, which makes it quicker and more energy-efficient (I think) than traditional pot-pie. Don't be intimidated by the words "home-made biscuits" if that's not your thing; biscuits are probably the easiest thing I've ever baked (and I'm not a baker, by any means).
Another note: The portions on this recipe are very forgiving. We usually use one chicken breast (for the 2 of us) and lots of veggies (and we always end up with some leftovers), but if you prefer it the other way around or need to feed a larger crowd, feel free to play with the amounts until it looks/feels right.
Without further ado, I present:
Inside-Out Chicken Pot Pie
Filling
-- 1 chicken breast, cut into 1-inch cubes (can also use leftover chicken from roast, rotisserie, etc.)
-- 1 can cream of chicken soup (I have also used a can of chicken broth, plus a little flour to thicken)
-- frozen mixed vegetables
-- salt, pepper, dried parsley, etc.
1. Brown chicken in large skillet (with onions, garlic, salt/pepper, whatever you like)
2. Add soup and veggies; season to taste. Cover.
3. Simmer (somewhere between med. and low) until soup has thinned a bit and veggies are cooked.
4. While simmering, prepare biscuits.
Biscuits (Home-made!)
(taken from The Joy of Cooking)
-- 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
-- 1 T. baking powder
-- 1/2 t. salt
-- 4-6 T. chilled butter/shortening (DO NOT use margarine)
-- 1 cup milk
1. Preheat oven to 450.
2. Sift together first 3 ingredients.
3. Cut in butter, until the size of small peas. (Can use a pastry cutter; I find my hands to be very effective, which might also give the kids something to do.)
4. Make a well in the center. Add the milk all at once.
5. Stir 30 secs.-1 minute, until combined.
6. Drop biscuit-sized dabs of dough onto an ungreased baking sheet; bake 12-15 minutes (until lightly browned)
Serving: Place 2 or 3 (depending on appetite) biscuits on each person's plate; spoon filling on top. Can sprinkle cheese on top, if desired. Mmmmmm.
Another note: The portions on this recipe are very forgiving. We usually use one chicken breast (for the 2 of us) and lots of veggies (and we always end up with some leftovers), but if you prefer it the other way around or need to feed a larger crowd, feel free to play with the amounts until it looks/feels right.
Without further ado, I present:
Inside-Out Chicken Pot Pie
Filling
-- 1 chicken breast, cut into 1-inch cubes (can also use leftover chicken from roast, rotisserie, etc.)
-- 1 can cream of chicken soup (I have also used a can of chicken broth, plus a little flour to thicken)
-- frozen mixed vegetables
-- salt, pepper, dried parsley, etc.
1. Brown chicken in large skillet (with onions, garlic, salt/pepper, whatever you like)
2. Add soup and veggies; season to taste. Cover.
3. Simmer (somewhere between med. and low) until soup has thinned a bit and veggies are cooked.
4. While simmering, prepare biscuits.
Biscuits (Home-made!)
(taken from The Joy of Cooking)
-- 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
-- 1 T. baking powder
-- 1/2 t. salt
-- 4-6 T. chilled butter/shortening (DO NOT use margarine)
-- 1 cup milk
1. Preheat oven to 450.
2. Sift together first 3 ingredients.
3. Cut in butter, until the size of small peas. (Can use a pastry cutter; I find my hands to be very effective, which might also give the kids something to do.)
4. Make a well in the center. Add the milk all at once.
5. Stir 30 secs.-1 minute, until combined.
6. Drop biscuit-sized dabs of dough onto an ungreased baking sheet; bake 12-15 minutes (until lightly browned)
Serving: Place 2 or 3 (depending on appetite) biscuits on each person's plate; spoon filling on top. Can sprinkle cheese on top, if desired. Mmmmmm.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
I Hate "False" Labor
According to BabyCenter.com, real labor contractions:
And I'm not buying this whole, "You'll know when it's real" thing I got from the midwife this morning. When you want something bad enough, you can talk yourself into "knowing" and "feeling" for hours, only to have everything come to a grinding halt at 4am.
If I can't check these contractions against a symptom list like this one anymore, then what am I supposed to do with them? Ignore them for 2+ hours? My mom had a 6 hour labor. If I spend the first 2-3 hours ignoring the signs, and the next hour or two getting in touch with the midwife and traveling to the Birth Center, well, that's a little scary when you start to do the math, especially at rush hour. I know, I know, the odds are against a labor that short. They're also against not having any morning sickness, getting pregnant while on birth control, and having a posterior uterus. I've pretty much become an expert at defying the odds. I would be the one to have a 4 hour, painless labor and deliver in the bathtub.
Every time these contractions come, I want to believe that they're real, mostly because I want so darn much to finally see this little boy I've been carrying around. I want to hold him and start my life as a mom. And yes, I want to fit into normal clothes again. Is that so wrong?
I'm trying to wait patiently; really I am. But "false labor" is pretty lame.
- over time start coming at regular and shorter intervals, become increasingly more intense, and last longer
- produce pain that starts in your lower back and wraps around to your abdomen
- will persist and progress no matter what you do
- check
- check
- check
And I'm not buying this whole, "You'll know when it's real" thing I got from the midwife this morning. When you want something bad enough, you can talk yourself into "knowing" and "feeling" for hours, only to have everything come to a grinding halt at 4am.
If I can't check these contractions against a symptom list like this one anymore, then what am I supposed to do with them? Ignore them for 2+ hours? My mom had a 6 hour labor. If I spend the first 2-3 hours ignoring the signs, and the next hour or two getting in touch with the midwife and traveling to the Birth Center, well, that's a little scary when you start to do the math, especially at rush hour. I know, I know, the odds are against a labor that short. They're also against not having any morning sickness, getting pregnant while on birth control, and having a posterior uterus. I've pretty much become an expert at defying the odds. I would be the one to have a 4 hour, painless labor and deliver in the bathtub.
Every time these contractions come, I want to believe that they're real, mostly because I want so darn much to finally see this little boy I've been carrying around. I want to hold him and start my life as a mom. And yes, I want to fit into normal clothes again. Is that so wrong?
I'm trying to wait patiently; really I am. But "false labor" is pretty lame.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Getting my Literary Fix (While I'm Waiting)
First of all, any suggestions about productive ways to pass time and keep me from thinking too much about the imminent arrival of our little boy would be greatly appreciated.
Second, I thought I would share one of the best distractions I've found so far. This has been on the "I'd love to do it, but I don't have time" list for a while now.
Ladies and gentlemen (?), meet The Tolkien Professor. His name is Corey Olsen, and he was my favorite professor in college (yes, I do really know him; we're not just Facebook friends). He did a class on The Bible that was incredible and a Tolkien (author of Lord of the Rings, etc.) class that was so popular, it had to be moved into the college's biggest lecture hall. Seriously. The college president's wife audited it.
One of my biggest regrets about my college experience is that I never got to take this momentous class. He actually let me sit in on it the spring after I graduated (shhh!), but it often conflicted with my work schedule, so I only made it to a few classes. Lucky for me, he has posted some of these lectures on his website AND made a podcast so I can get new ones as they come in. (If you want to listen, I recommend downloading it, as the streaming version skipped a few times when I tried to listen to it.)
Seriously. This man is a genius. Amazing. Featured on The History Channel, made keynote speaker at The Festival in the Shire (in Wales), he changed the way I think about fantasy in particular, and literature in general. So far, his podcast lectures have been everything I thought they would be. And they're only about 30 minutes long. He does recommend actually reading the books in preparation for the lectures, which might take a little time, but each lecture only covers a few chapters, and he starts with The Hobbit, which is a pretty easy read. Not too daunting, right?
Oh, and make sure and listen to the first lecture, "How to Read Tolkien and Why". Even if you don't have time to listen to the series, this may well be the most enlightening 28 minutes of your literary life. Tolkien had some fascinating ideas about writing, most of which I had never heard before this lecture but make perfect sense to me.
So, that's what I'll be doing today and probably tomorrow... unless I have a baby tonight. :-P
Second, I thought I would share one of the best distractions I've found so far. This has been on the "I'd love to do it, but I don't have time" list for a while now.
Ladies and gentlemen (?), meet The Tolkien Professor. His name is Corey Olsen, and he was my favorite professor in college (yes, I do really know him; we're not just Facebook friends). He did a class on The Bible that was incredible and a Tolkien (author of Lord of the Rings, etc.) class that was so popular, it had to be moved into the college's biggest lecture hall. Seriously. The college president's wife audited it.
One of my biggest regrets about my college experience is that I never got to take this momentous class. He actually let me sit in on it the spring after I graduated (shhh!), but it often conflicted with my work schedule, so I only made it to a few classes. Lucky for me, he has posted some of these lectures on his website AND made a podcast so I can get new ones as they come in. (If you want to listen, I recommend downloading it, as the streaming version skipped a few times when I tried to listen to it.)
Seriously. This man is a genius. Amazing. Featured on The History Channel, made keynote speaker at The Festival in the Shire (in Wales), he changed the way I think about fantasy in particular, and literature in general. So far, his podcast lectures have been everything I thought they would be. And they're only about 30 minutes long. He does recommend actually reading the books in preparation for the lectures, which might take a little time, but each lecture only covers a few chapters, and he starts with The Hobbit, which is a pretty easy read. Not too daunting, right?
Oh, and make sure and listen to the first lecture, "How to Read Tolkien and Why". Even if you don't have time to listen to the series, this may well be the most enlightening 28 minutes of your literary life. Tolkien had some fascinating ideas about writing, most of which I had never heard before this lecture but make perfect sense to me.
So, that's what I'll be doing today and probably tomorrow... unless I have a baby tonight. :-P
Monday, January 11, 2010
It's been a rough night...
First time mom thoughts at 2 am:
"When I've been having contractions every 10 minutes all day, and then they wake me up at night, that has to be the 'real thing', right?"
Wrong, apparently.
Got up around 2 with the most uncomfortable contractions I've had so far. Timed a few; watched them go from 10 minutes apart to 5 minutes. Listened to my iPod while waiting for them to either stay at 5 minutes or get closer together. Thought briefly, "We could have a baby today!" Watched them go back to 10 minutes apart. Went back to bed around 4:30. Woke up 20 minutes later with another one. Knew then that my body was playing a cruel joke on me. Didn't have any more until 7am. Discouraged. Irritated.
Trying to go back to sleep.
"When I've been having contractions every 10 minutes all day, and then they wake me up at night, that has to be the 'real thing', right?"
Wrong, apparently.
Got up around 2 with the most uncomfortable contractions I've had so far. Timed a few; watched them go from 10 minutes apart to 5 minutes. Listened to my iPod while waiting for them to either stay at 5 minutes or get closer together. Thought briefly, "We could have a baby today!" Watched them go back to 10 minutes apart. Went back to bed around 4:30. Woke up 20 minutes later with another one. Knew then that my body was playing a cruel joke on me. Didn't have any more until 7am. Discouraged. Irritated.
Trying to go back to sleep.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Something's Missing Part 2
I only told you half the story yesterday...
Yes, we finished the mural. But that's not it. We actually finished the WHOLE ROOM.
Once again: less description, more pictures.
the whole room, as viewed from the doorway
the dresser/changing table, courtesy of Adrian's mom (it was his when he was little and has received a new coat of paint, some new hardware, and drawer liners in preparation for Tadpole)
changing table close-up; that book is what inspired it all (a first edition!) not to worry; it will find a safe place on a shelf at some point-- Adrian has already informed me that it would be "target practice" sitting there, but I had to get it in the room somehow, if only for the pictures)
Peter checking out the carseat, which hopefully won't be living in Tadpole's room much longer
Yes, we finished the mural. But that's not it. We actually finished the WHOLE ROOM.
Once again: less description, more pictures.
the whole room, as viewed from the doorway
the dresser/changing table, courtesy of Adrian's mom (it was his when he was little and has received a new coat of paint, some new hardware, and drawer liners in preparation for Tadpole)
changing table close-up; that book is what inspired it all (a first edition!) not to worry; it will find a safe place on a shelf at some point-- Adrian has already informed me that it would be "target practice" sitting there, but I had to get it in the room somehow, if only for the pictures)
Peter checking out the carseat, which hopefully won't be living in Tadpole's room much longer... which brings me to the title of this post. We've got a room, a crib, a changing table, a dresser with clothes in it, some awesome wall art. What's missing?
Oh, that's right. A baby.
C'mon contractions...
Oh, that's right. A baby.
C'mon contractions...
Friday, January 8, 2010
Something's Missing...
My mom's been here for the past couple of days, helping me finish Tadpole's room. For those of you who don't know, she's been painting a mural on the wall off and on since September. Originally, we were going to paint it together, but then I realized a) how artistic she is, and b) how artistically inept I am. So, I mostly watched her paint. But, she did let me do some things, like paint bark on the tree and sponge paint the leaves. Stuff I couldn't mess up.
Anyway, you don't want to hear about my paint-by-numbers adventure. You want to see pictures.
Right?
I thought so.
ta-da!
Peter and Mama
the wise old owl (actually based on the bad guy from Squirrel Nutkin, but we made him much more friendly-looking)
the artist with her finished work
Anyway, you don't want to hear about my paint-by-numbers adventure. You want to see pictures.
Right?
I thought so.
ta-da!
Peter and Mama
just Peter
(Isn't he cute?)
(Isn't he cute?)
the wise old owl (actually based on the bad guy from Squirrel Nutkin, but we made him much more friendly-looking)
the artist with her finished work
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Baby Update
Went to the Birth Center for my weekly appointment today, and the results are (drumroll please)...
60% effaced
one fingertip dilated
Tadpole's head is at -1
and I lost a little weight!
Any day now...
60% effaced
one fingertip dilated
Tadpole's head is at -1
and I lost a little weight!
Any day now...
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
In the name of distraction... snow pictures!
A few weeks ago, we got a lovely snowstorm here, the likes of which I haven't seen since high school. I took quite a few pictures, and now I finally have the chance to post them! Oh, and since then, it's snowed twice more here, including a dusting this morning. Our construction-site neighborhood looks so much more beautiful with a blanket of snow. You almost can't see the silt fences anymore. Almost.
The front door of our cute little townhouse.
Our next-door neighbors' front door. They didn't even bother digging it out, using their back door instead. But they're from upstate NY, so I guess they're used to it. The UPS man wasn't, though. He delivered a package to them a few days after this picture was taken, just throwing it into the snowdrift as close as he could get it to the door. They had to go dig it out.
My wonderful hubby was so diligent about digging us out. He must have shoveled the driveway 3 times on Saturday and at least twice on Sunday, "just in case you go into labor". I tried to explain to him that if I went into labor at 35 weeks, I'd have to go to the hospital anyway, at which point we'd call an ambulance. But the drive to protect and provide was just too strong, so I gave up trying to talk him out of it and just made him hot chocolate when he came in.
Our car is under there somewhere; I promise.
Tadpole and I enjoyed snowdrifts up to my waist (though Adrian worried constantly about me hurting myself)... and my coat still zips! Score!
The front door of our cute little townhouse.
Our next-door neighbors' front door. They didn't even bother digging it out, using their back door instead. But they're from upstate NY, so I guess they're used to it. The UPS man wasn't, though. He delivered a package to them a few days after this picture was taken, just throwing it into the snowdrift as close as he could get it to the door. They had to go dig it out.
My wonderful hubby was so diligent about digging us out. He must have shoveled the driveway 3 times on Saturday and at least twice on Sunday, "just in case you go into labor". I tried to explain to him that if I went into labor at 35 weeks, I'd have to go to the hospital anyway, at which point we'd call an ambulance. But the drive to protect and provide was just too strong, so I gave up trying to talk him out of it and just made him hot chocolate when he came in.
Our car is under there somewhere; I promise.
Tadpole and I enjoyed snowdrifts up to my waist (though Adrian worried constantly about me hurting myself)... and my coat still zips! Score!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Gettin' Antsy
Waiting for a baby is like waiting for Christmas... when you're 3. Christmas is probably the most exciting and hype-filled event in your little life so far. And, because you have no concept of time, you have no idea when it's coming, so you end up waking up every morning, thinking, "Is it Christmas today? How about tomorrow?". It's thrilling when you're 3 and looking forward to presents. Not so much when you're a grown-up waiting for the day when your life changes forever.
I've gotten used to being able to tell time. I know how many months, days, hours it is until my birthday, Christmas, even Friday afternoon or the next doctor's appointment. To not know when I'm suddenly going to be responsible for a brand new person is driving me nuts.
Sometime between now and the first week of February, we are going to become parents. And we're going a little crazy waiting around for it. Adrian was talking to my belly last night, telling our little boy to just come out already. I did the same thing around 2:00 this morning. The cashier at Babies R Us did it this afternoon. We're all united, little tadpole. You can get here. Any time now.
I've gotten used to being able to tell time. I know how many months, days, hours it is until my birthday, Christmas, even Friday afternoon or the next doctor's appointment. To not know when I'm suddenly going to be responsible for a brand new person is driving me nuts.
Sometime between now and the first week of February, we are going to become parents. And we're going a little crazy waiting around for it. Adrian was talking to my belly last night, telling our little boy to just come out already. I did the same thing around 2:00 this morning. The cashier at Babies R Us did it this afternoon. We're all united, little tadpole. You can get here. Any time now.
Friday, January 1, 2010
We're Back!
Hello all! Yes, it's been a while since we've posted, but now we have no excuse. We recently re-discovered the joys of having our own internet network, which hasn't happened around here for some time. And I re-discovered the joys of having a working computer. :-) Blogosphere, meet the best impulse buy we've ever made:
Yes, it's a Netbook. We decided that with the imminent arrival of our little boy and my imminent departure from work, it was worth it. It feels SO GOOD to be able to sit in any room I want and have internet (which I know is totally normal for all of you, but for me it's a luxury). So, all that to say, expect more regular posts from now on. I didn't forget about the blogging world, and I'm ready to be back!
Yes, it's a Netbook. We decided that with the imminent arrival of our little boy and my imminent departure from work, it was worth it. It feels SO GOOD to be able to sit in any room I want and have internet (which I know is totally normal for all of you, but for me it's a luxury). So, all that to say, expect more regular posts from now on. I didn't forget about the blogging world, and I'm ready to be back!
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