Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Intruder-us in the Uterus

(Try to imagine the "OK Go" song, Here it Goes Again while you read this.)

So what's been going on with us?

Taken 11/29

Taken Monday

Geez, finally I get to tell people.  Those 12 weeks took forever.  Do you know how difficult it is to float through the holidays in your first trimester of pregnancy?  With all the food around, the questioning relatives and abundance of activities/events/obligations, my advice: wait until New Years to get pregnant.  There are lots of September babies because of that.  Sidney is one of them.  But I digress.  

But yes, we are taking the plunge again.

This time around the early nausea was significant but more of the feeling like you're "on a boat all the time" variety.  It subsided pretty much at week 10.  But the fatigue.  Oh the relentless fatigue.  I know I had a bit of it the first time but I sat behind a computer for 8 hours a day and then could go home and collapse after work. Nowadays, I don't get the choice and have to be functional and attentive to an active 2-year-old.  In the last few weeks, there have been desperate times when I have sprawled out on the couch watching her pull all her toys out into the living room while both of us are still dressed in PJs at 11am and the kitchen is a mess and I'm fighting to keep my eyes open.  I don't want to jinx it but I am starting to feel a tad bit more energy returning.  Though, I find myself not utilizing her nap times to get stuff done but more to take naps myself.

We've told Sidney that she is going to be a big sister and she understands the concept because she has seen a few friends go through this already.  Most notably in our PEPS group.  She loves babies and loves to help so I am hoping that sustains her when she is not getting as much attention or energy from us.  I remember what it was like going from the "main event" to "having a sidekick" and it was a hard transition for me.  One thing that my parents told me (which I will not be telling Sidney at this point) is that this younger sibling would be a playmate.  With no concept of time, I expected my little brother to pop out and immediately be able to play dolls or Legos with me.  Clearly that was not the case and I was so disappointed that I had to wait 2-3 years before that was even feasible.  I know my folks meant "eventually" he will be a playmate but I was put out.  

We will find out which gender the baby is this time because I need to know if I need to keep all the girl stuff or not.  Also while the first one being a surprise was cool, I am a planner and we are already going to have such a problem with naming so I'd rather eliminate one more thing we have to have options for.  

I'm already showing much more than I was at this stage last time.  That's totally normal and I've begun to feel some movement and after what we saw on the ultrasound I believe it.  The kid has moves like Jagger and was bouncing around like crazy.  I hope that doesn't have anything to do with the small amounts of coffee I consumed early in pregnancy.   Had to be done.

So yeah, in early August we'll be welcoming this new member.  The due date is very close to my 20th HS Reunion so I'm hoping I get clearance to go.  They do have hospitals last time I checked in Vancouver but Sidney was born at 37 weeks and the reunion falls exactly when I would be 37 weeks.  So it'll be a nail biter.  

I'll definitely be writing more about the pregnancy and making lists of things as pregnant women are prone to do.  But so far so good.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Blog-bourne empathy

Back in 2003/2004, my boss at the time Mark Donovan of ComScore fame, started a blog.  He was one of the few people I knew who had one at the time and on it he had links to other blogs that he liked.  One of them was Dooce.com run by the now-famous mommy blogger Heather Armstrong.  Heather who was notorious for getting fired from a job because of what she said on her blog went on to Internet fame and notoriety for her design prowess and watchable/readable hijinks with her kids, dog and husband in Salt Lake City as a recovering Mormon in a still-Mormon extended family.  And her writing always packed a punch--especially her missives to her eldest daughter.  Heather was my inspiration to finally start this very blog you are reading.
After getting caught up on all her archived stuff, I began following her life in real time via her blog.  I felt like I knew her and yet it also felt like a show I was watching.  I bore witness to it all: her struggles with depression, her successes for turning a blog into a full-time job that supported her family, her miscarriage, her pregnancy and birth of her second daughter that coincided with Sidney's birth, the featuring on HGTV and interviews on major morning television shows, her campaign for moms in Bangladesh, her amazing marathoning experience and now... the separation from the man who has always been a part of this whirlwind life of hers, her husband.  I don't know why this is such a shock or why it seems so personal to me--I don't even know these people.  But I guess it has to do with the investment and the admiration for making this life she writes about so vividly work.  I think especially as a married person, I don't like to see what appear to be good marriages fail.  And therein lies the rub because no one outside a given marriage can know what makes it good, bad, functional, dysfunctional or otherwise.   And maybe that is what is so disappointing.

Monday, January 02, 2012

New Years Eve: Parent Edition

Thank the Universe for our friends Sarah and Mika who do not let parenthood get in the way of having parties and gatherings to celebrate festive holidays.  New Years Eve is typically not a big holiday for us not only because we are parents but because it seems to be the most overrated holiday on the calendar.  (But last year's wedding celebration on NYE for Marcos & Jessica was a big fat exception.)

So we joined a handful of friends (mostly parents also) for a low key but Waller-iffically unique New Years Eve.  One thing I had never seen or heard about before was a Finnish tradition of casting tin.  Basically you melt these special (lead?) horseshoes on a ladle then once molten, pour it into a bucket of cold water.  The resulting shape is then examined by holding it up to the light and looking at the resulting shadow.  Based on certain shapes, it can tell what your future holds for the year.  Where this broke down is the interpretation and it struck me as so subjective that depending on how much Salmiakki Koskenkorva (Vodka with licorice) one has been drinking you could say anything.  Behold.



Since there were many little ones who would not stay awake until Midnight, we celebrated at 7 pm Pacific Time with noisemakers and the traditional Auld Lang Syne song played by Mika on the ukulele, Ken on the flute and Paul on the beat box.



It was a lovely time and made us feel like we got to take part in the celebration with friends, the rest of the world and our daughter, while learning about other cultural traditions.

Happy New Year to everyone and may 2012 be a good one for all of us.