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October 30, 2008
the belly, it cannot be contained
Someone asked me the other day if I was pregnant. Really?
Seriously, it can't be much longer. I have thought I was going into labor at least five times already. The doctor says it can be any day now. I keep thinking to myself, "Should I run to the grocery store? Or will this stuff just go bad? Should I run a load of wash, or will it languish there? Do I have time to finish this sandwich?"
I mean, look at this photo. It's like the mugshot for the key suspect in the great pregnant lady bank heist. As if the witness's description was, "She was five foot, five inches, and at least as wide. Or maybe she was hiding the money in her gut."
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October 29, 2008
at last! the bathroom is done.
I seriously thought this day would never come. Or rather, I thought it would come, only after the baby arrived. And that I would be traipsing through the house with a newborn on one hip amid a sea of workman and dust.
As much of a pain in the butt as this remodel was (and OH! it was. Try being 9 months pregnant and going to the basement at 3am every time you or your three-year-old needs to pee), it was totally worth it. All I need to do is look at this photo when I start second-guessing myself. I mean, I'm sorry. That's just nasty. I can't believe I let my son bathe in that tub. Our old bathroom, with its rose-beige moldy tile, toilet you had to flush with a plunger, painted bathtub (with peeling paint) and seashell accent tile would leave you yearning for the elegance of your neighborhood service station.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go soak for a while with a copy of US Weekly.
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October 27, 2008
riding the rails...
An old photo, but too cute not to post. And I'm just biding my time before this baby comes. I've thought he was coming pretty much every day. There is no dignity in these last days. I can barely walk more than a shuffle, the constant movement in my gut is positively seismic, and the chronic heartburn makes me feel like I've been feasting exclusively on barbecue. (That is only half true.) Ice cream helps a lot with that, which is why I left Whole Foods with four pints yesterday, eliciting astonishment from the hipster checkout person. It's not all just baby in there.
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October 21, 2008
dude
I'm down to two pairs of pants that fit. I end up just switching them every three days or so and running a load of laundry. If it were warmer, I'd be wearing a mumu.
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October 20, 2008
gymnastics class
Every Friday, Finn takes a gymnastics class with his pals Delilah and Andy. He just LOVES it (especially his teacher) and really wears himself out on the different obstacle courses we do. Mommy gets worn out, too. We took a serious nap together Friday afternoon after class.
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October 17, 2008
he gets it all by osmosis, I swear
My apologies--this is clearly not a non-partisan mommy blog. I can't help it. The high energy of the election combined with my raging hormones are an explosive combination. For the past year and a half, both Shawn and I have been obsessed with this election. So, it stands to reason that Finn knows all the players by now.
So, this image (above) came up on my screen on one of the political blogs I check obsessively ten times a day (Huffington Post). Now, let me state for the record that I don't believe that McCain was really chasing Obama around after the debate like the undead. There are more bad photographs of me circulating in the world than there are good ones, and if nothing, McCain has my sympathies. I have two words for you, McCain: slack jaw.
But what was funny was Finn's response when he glanced over my shoulder. He was like, "Mommy, why is McCain chasing Obama like that? Why is he sticking his tongue out? Is he saying he doesn't want to be his friend? That he doesn't want to play with him? That is not nice. Friends don't do that. Someone should give him a time-out."
Needless to say, the situation was assuaged with the doctored photo below. That seemed to explain everything, especially in the three-year-old world.
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October 14, 2008
this must be documented
Do these horizontal stripes make me look fat?
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quotable Finn
It's time to bump down that photo of me looking larger than life with some Finn quotes.
* "Mommy, I have a question. I love you, and I like spending time with you. I guess that's two questions."
* (After I told him he looks like his Daddy) "But my hair's not swirly like Daddy!"
* (Telling us about his dream) "I was in a rainbow pumpkin patch. And there were lots of toys. And you could play with them for 30 minutes! Then I was driving a car and my baby brother was kicking my seat from behind."
* (After listening to my tummy.) "Mommy, did I just hear my baby brother toot?"
* (On his recent crush, his lovely gymnastics teacher, Miss Melissa.) "Mommy, I love you more than Miss Melissa. But don't tell her that."
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October 07, 2008
that is a maternity shirt I'm wearing
How on earth do I lug this stomach around with me all day long?
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35 weeks
How 'bout them apples?
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October 05, 2008
Finnie Appleseed
Went apple picking up in Wisconsin today. Finn has only recently started liking apples, so I didn't expect that he'd be eating an apple in one hand while picking with the other, but that was the case. I think he took a bite out of a pumpkin, too.
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October 04, 2008
Second Banana
Poor Santie is about to be demoted even further in the family hierarchy. It's hard to believe that we used to think that having a dog would be good preparation for children. Ha! Tell that to Finn when we try to just leave his dinner in a dish on the floor or leave the back door open when he needs to relieve himself.
I spent a little one-on-one time with poor, neglected Santos while Daddy and Finn did the heavy lifting of the monthly Costco visit. I used to take Santos for nice, long walks in Oakland right up to the time that Finn was born. Back then, I was an annoyingly fit, energetic pregnant woman, far from the moaning, groaning, listless pregnant woman I am now. I realized how slow I've gotten when two women in their 80s totally passed me up on the sidewalk. (Kind of like that scene in Office Space when the guy in the walker passes Ron Livingston when he's stuck in traffic.)
For old times' sake, I queued up the old playlist that I used to have when I was pregnant with Finn. "Gestational Jams" is what I would listen to each time I took Santos for a walk right before Finn was born, and these songs still bring back the trepidation/excitement of that time. Better yet, they are still somewhat relevant.
Reserve your judgment as I reveal some of them. (Apparently, the same thing can be said for musical cravings as food cravings in pregnancy.)
Baby Boy by Beyonce (for obvious reasons)
My Humps by Black-Eyed Peas ("lovely lady lumps")
99 Problems, (But a Beyotch Ain't One) by Jay Z (the irony of a 30-something pregnant white woman walking around singing this whilst walking her dog is not lost on me)
First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes
Sitting in Limbo by Jimmy Cliff (Finn was a week late)
It's Tricky by Run D.M.C. (Our child should have exposure to old school rap in utero)
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