I’ve been negligent. As I become more obviously pregnant, folks are so obviously and loquaciously delighted, and yes, this new baby, this unexpected girl, is a much-needed bright star in a dark year. How lovely to talk about impending birth instead of death! But it’s exhausting being so grateful all the time. I find myself…
In case you were wondering:
Update: 5:30am, Saturday, 12.27.08 — heading to the hospital… Update 2: 10:30am, Saturday, 12.27.08 — home again. Too soon, never mind… Update 3: 3:30am, Monday, 12.29.08 — back to the hospital, O O O.
Ho Ho Ho!
Still pregnant. But after 4 days of antibiotics, I feel blissfully better, enough to go to my friend Lea’s house last night for a holiday hoe-down. Great fun! Lance and Vincent came, too, but left early once Vincent’s fascination with all the lit candles could no longer be distracted by butterfly crackers and cupcakes. Darn…
Home. Every day. Small nuggets.
Yesterday, Vincent & I went downstairs to check the mail, and he, because he’s fun that way, locked the door behind us. Hence I discovered how ludicrously easy it is to pick the lock of our apartment. Good thing we own nothing worth stealing. * Being home so much is very odd, but now we’re…
Dream at 35 weeks.
In general I haven’t written much here about my pregnancy, but some stories just demand telling. I don’t know if this sort of thing will begin occurring more frequently as labor approaches, but I had a birth-dream last night: As now, I’m at 35 weeks. But, unlike real life, in the dream, I’m in labor…
Eternal object of my desire:
Filters. Verbal filters. As in, I wish customers weren’t taking advantage of this unsettling time to speak their thoughts at the exact moment they think them. Example par excellence: Middle-aged male customer enters store after reading large sign outside, looks around, then says to me with what has become the usual note of suspicion, “Everything…
Wandering Middle-of-the-Night Thoughts.
A week gone, textbook rush is half-way through… * It was about 3 a.m.. I was sitting up in bed against a mound of pillows, in the dark, unable to sleep due to a bout of heartburn (thank you, pregnancy!), and bad dreams (ditto!). Driving home from the store last night, I heard a Geico…
And we’re having…[Warning: Baby Spoiler Ahead]
Vincent looks mostly like his dad, except for around his eyes. This baby seems to have my profile, poor dear. You might scoff, but you actually can tell quite a lot from an ultrasound. The ultrasound went much swifter than I expected — when I was pregnant with Vincent I remember it taking upwards of…
A Lost Week.
“My heart beat thick.” I think that’s the correct quote. It’s from Jane Eyre, and I’ve never forgotten it (quite) due to Dr. Heineman’s professorial diligence back in 1990, her vehement attention to a writer’s very particular choice. (From her I also learned the proper pronunciation of “vehement” and “awry.”) All respect to Jane, but…
Collected Poets Series.
On Thursday, June 5th, at 7:30pm, poets Chard deNiord, author of three books of poetry including the recent Night Mowing, and Susie Patlove, the author of Quickening, will read from their most recent work at Mocha Maya’s Coffee House, 47 Bridge Street, Shelburne Falls, MA. Chard deNiord is the author of three books of poetry,…