Sunday, September 23, 2007
wonder if lil' egg of a pearson is standing on his head, or his rump.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
don't worry lil' pearson, we won't name you sue.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? !
don't worry lil' pearson, we won't name you Montague...
don't worry lil' pearson, we won't name you "Who"...or "What"...or "I Don't Know."
the one thing we can quite figure out is what in the world are we going to name you????
Friday, September 21, 2007
i've been thinking not only about my friend and his family and feeling sympathy for their grief of such a sudden loss, but it's also made me think about family in general ...about the bond between parents and children. early on in life it's such an open connection, such a dependence between child and parent-- a relationship i'm beginning to enter into, but on the other side. the dependence fades, but the bond is still there. it will be always in the debths of our souls. none of us is invincable. the one thing in life that is "known" is that some day, at some time we will all 'pass on.' we will leave and we will be left, to pass on to whatever or who ever is next. the one 'known' in life, and yet when are we ever prepared?
as i embrace new life, i want to embrace all that life brings. i work with patients every day who have experienced huge trauma in life; they and their families teach me persistance & love through such significant challenge. my hope for myself is to be a parent who can keep focused on the day at hand, and the love at hand, and to try to instill this in my child. not to fear what is next, but embrace life as it is...full of energy that is never created or distroyed, but is altered over time. family and community...will grow and change over time, but energy created by these bonds should continue to always keep us strong. i'm so glad to have you all as part of my family and my community.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
we couldn't get our flowers at the market, we had to head straight home. jeez.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
speaking of clumsy, i had a presentation in denver last week. i was rushing off (i've always been a little late, so i can't blame that on the pregnancy...or at least i haven't tried to yet) to beat rush hour and stopped off at the bathroom on the way. it was the patient bathroom that is often used for showers that time of day. i had my purse on and was concentrating on not letting it fall in the toilet, while in the meantime my pants are 1/2 way down and 'blurp,' there falls my pager into the toilet drain. i immediately went for the grab, and just then realized i'd forgotten to lock the door. pants, 1/2 way down, toilet water on my hands, slippery pager going deeper in the drain, and there's the unlocked door. i'm reaching to and fro and trying not to drip on my nice new pants (maternity pants at mimi maternity are $78 freakin dollars- good thing these were on sale, but still...)....just envisioning a well intentioned nurses aide opening the door with a patient awaiting their shower. luckily, i acted quick and got the lock engaged before my mishap was discovered. it took a while to sanitize the toilet water out of my pager. poor pager wouldn't stop vibrating my whole way out of the hospital and took a break for about 24 hrs. now it's back working, but i wouldn't be surprised if i hear a little 'blurp' next time i get 'beeped'...
jed on the other hand...oh poor little jed...he's been the baby for 5 years now. i'm already feeling sad for him as his little world will change. no matter how much we promise him it won't, it will. the pay off will come 6 mos later when table food begins. hope he can hold off that long. oh, sweet little jed...
Sunday, September 9, 2007
so i've also learned to accept it and fall back asleep.
the dreams come about once a month, but have been more prevalent ever since we found out about lil' pearson to be. it started at the beginning with chad's dream state being convinced that we were having triplets. he'd wake up in the middle of the night and stack the books from the night-stand into piles of three, making sure there was the same amt for each of the babies. he'd rearrange some of the artwork on the wall and one nite i awoke to find him carrying around the wrought iron candle stick looking for the right place to put it so it wouldn't fall on the babies.
some mornings i'd wake up wondering where my books were, or where our framed artwork had gone. we began to wonder if these dreams continued when we actually had the baby, we may wake to find him outside of the crib, who knows where. we decided maybe we should register for a "baby locator" vs. a "baby monitor." luckily, now that we've found out for sure that there is only one little fetus in there and no chance of triplets, the dreams subsided...at least for a little while.
they restarted a few weeks ago, as chad was embracing his "care taking" roles during sleep. we were having a heat wave and it barely got below 80 degrees at nite, but chad would awaken to find me a bit uncovered and felt convinced that it was part of his care taking role to keep me covered. he'd cover me and whisper "i think you're all right now"...or "stay covered up in case 'they' come in"...i'd try to convince him that the down comforter was a bit too warm, and he'd "shhhush" me back to sleep saying "it will be allright"..."it will be allright"...
good think we're having the lil' guy in the winter, at least he'll stay warm at nite...even if we don't know exactly where in the house he is....
Saturday, September 8, 2007
we' had friends in town right around my birthday. the cake was decorated, possibly by someone new to the cake decorating position, but with the best of intentions it read:
Friday, September 7, 2007
this whole pregnancy was such a romantic notion...that is when it was happening to someone else. the first few months i spent a bit weepy, pukey and sleepy. while i was either sleeping or puking, chad was wondering what happened to his wife, and we both were thinking...is this what we really signed up for?! the weeks have passed, and there's been some pay off along the way. chad listened to the baby grow with my stethoscope from work. we'd oooh and ahhh when he could hear "the baby move" and would spend a bit of time each evening, just listening away. it was one of our last dr. appts that we confessed to our efforts, only to be told that chad was not really becoming intimately involved with the baby, rather was just getting to know my g.i. tract really really well. who knew that you cant really hear the baby?! ...just all of the extra flatulence that pregnancy brings on. boy is it something. i have always blamed it on the altitude (at least in the last 3 years, living at high altitude and all), now i can blame it on being "pregnant in altitude." we've been anxiously awaiting to be able to feel the little guy kicking, and he's started to become more and more active. i keep grabbing chad's hand having him try to feel the little guy kick. He thought he felt him kick once, but now that i think of it, it may have just been some gas.