Monday I went to work and felt like hell pretty much all day. Braxton Hicks contractions plagued me (a “practice” contraction that makes your belly muscles hard), so that my stomach and ribs were aching from 10am on. At the end of the day, The Professor called and said he couldn’t come and pick me…
Category: Liam
Tuesday’s Child is Full of Grace
6:33 pm, he made his way into this world, 8 pounds, 5 ounces of squirming, squalling misery. Like my labor with his brother, a slow start, but a dash to the finish. This labor was hard, and a little melodramatic at the end. The midwife came in a scant handful of minutes before he came…
Inspiration-less
The root word for inspiration (spiro) means to breathe, did you know that? It’s very hard to be clever or thoughtful or inspirational when one literally cannot breathe. But I’m sick of writing posts about not being able to breathe. But I can’t think about anything else. This is torturous. I realize that I am…
Hot
It is hot, and the AC does not work, not in our house, not with a mouse, not in our car, makes me go RAWR. (Sorry, Seuss.) Angus (not his real name) is really cooking now, quite literally, a little radiator in my belly. I think of Aristotle, who said that female fetuses are just…
A Quick Note to My Son
Angus (not your real name) – Throughout this pregnancy, you have been more of an abstraction than even your brother was, which seems counterintuitive – I know what I’m getting, and yet I can’t imagine it. His presence has thus far rendered yours unthinkable, because each time I try to think of you, he elbows…