Three nights before my son Jack was born, I clambered up to join my husband in our full bed. We had propped the laptop on top of our chest of drawers and were watching episodes of Northern Exposure together. I think there might have been ice cream involved. In any case, I remember having a moment of panic,…
Memorial Day 2010
Memorial Day 2010 did not go as planned, but it was nevertheless a lovely weekend for all. Rain ruined the boys’ camping plans. We camp with my husband’s family every Memorial Day, and last year it rained, too, but we still went. MemDay Campout 2009 saw only an intermittent drizzly rain, we had a large shelter with…
Don’t Get Excited
I’ve been having mild, irregular contractions for about a week now. On Tuesday they told me I was one centimeter. Yesterday I was feeling them all the long day and into the dark evening, and they kept me from sleeping. Today, though – nada. Baby’s quieter, too, today I’ve only felt a few punches to Jack’s intruding knees when…
Getting Close at 36 Weeks
It’s been a rough few weeks, son, I can’t lie to you. I’ve been having a hard time envisioning being your mother when you’re out of the womb, because I’m so tortured by you in the womb. The breathing trouble you’ve caused (I’m SO curious to see if there’s a reason, like you’re super super…
Clang Clang Clang
I wake between 5:30-6:30, depending on when The Professor and his Dog step out of the bedroom door. The click of the doorknob is all it takes to wake me usually, but barring that, the dog’s nails on the tile finish the job. They serve as my only alarm. I roll awkwardly out of the queen foldout couch,…