Snap shot of my kids
I woke up hungry--unsurprising since I didn't eat anything for nearly 20 hours yesterday in order to get blood work done to tell if I have gestational diabetes--and decided it had been a while since I posted so what the heck, a snack and a post it is.
On the baby front, things are going well. Aside from that whole possible gestational diabetes thing, which I'm really just hoping turns out to be a non-issue. We've scheduled the C-section, so barring unforeseen circumstances our baby will have a solstice birthday. Otherwise the baby is growing and kicking and doing it's thing, and there really isn't much to report. In this third pregnancy I feel how I imagine the office-mates of a first time mother often feel. Sure it's there and happening, and it is interesting and all, but I'm not quite sure what the big deal is. I actually forgot I was pregnant the other day--only for half a second, until my body didn't bend the way I expected and I thought, "what the hell, oh, yeah, I'm pregnant." I'm excited about having an actual baby, and do have sweet moments enjoying feeling the baby move, and savoring that unique relationship of two people in one body, but for the most part when people ask how I'm doing while staring at my belly, I don't really have much of an answer.
Mica has had some developments in his relationship to the baby lately. For a long time when we'd talk about the baby (which happens a lot since he likes to do an inspection of my belly in the morning) he'd mention holding the baby's hand, or that the baby would listen while he played his guitar, or promise not to take toys away from the baby. Lately he's been obsessed with the baby's gender (and the gender of everyone else for that matter) I overheard a rather sweet conversation between Raine and Mica, in which he expressed the opinion that the baby was a sister, and Raine asked him if he wanted a little sister because he's got such a fun big sister, to which he said yes, and then Raine went on to say that she also wanted a sister mostly because she already has a brother. Since then Mica has been firm that the baby will be a brother (I'm not sure it occurred to him that a boy baby was a possibility before the conversation with Raine) to the point where he said quite strongly, "She's a boy!" while Stony and I were trying to remind him that we don't actually know if the baby is a boy or girl. A couple of days ago, he said he wanted a sister again, though, so I'm hoping that whatever the baby's gender, we will all enjoy it.
And now I'll give one Raine story before going back to bed. She's been working on her letters at school, and is motoring right along in trying to sound out words, or write things down, though English is a weird enough language with so many letter combinations and exceptions and such that it's amazing anyone here learns to spell, quite frankly. Anyway Raine was doing a project at school where the teacher would write a letter on a card, and Raine would draw a picture of something that started with that letter on the other side. When she was telling me about this (I still haven't seen the cards) she listed the letters and what she drew, most of which was boilerplate. An elephant for E, a cat for C. She did a teeter-totter for T. And then for A she drew an arabesque.
On the baby front, things are going well. Aside from that whole possible gestational diabetes thing, which I'm really just hoping turns out to be a non-issue. We've scheduled the C-section, so barring unforeseen circumstances our baby will have a solstice birthday. Otherwise the baby is growing and kicking and doing it's thing, and there really isn't much to report. In this third pregnancy I feel how I imagine the office-mates of a first time mother often feel. Sure it's there and happening, and it is interesting and all, but I'm not quite sure what the big deal is. I actually forgot I was pregnant the other day--only for half a second, until my body didn't bend the way I expected and I thought, "what the hell, oh, yeah, I'm pregnant." I'm excited about having an actual baby, and do have sweet moments enjoying feeling the baby move, and savoring that unique relationship of two people in one body, but for the most part when people ask how I'm doing while staring at my belly, I don't really have much of an answer.
Mica has had some developments in his relationship to the baby lately. For a long time when we'd talk about the baby (which happens a lot since he likes to do an inspection of my belly in the morning) he'd mention holding the baby's hand, or that the baby would listen while he played his guitar, or promise not to take toys away from the baby. Lately he's been obsessed with the baby's gender (and the gender of everyone else for that matter) I overheard a rather sweet conversation between Raine and Mica, in which he expressed the opinion that the baby was a sister, and Raine asked him if he wanted a little sister because he's got such a fun big sister, to which he said yes, and then Raine went on to say that she also wanted a sister mostly because she already has a brother. Since then Mica has been firm that the baby will be a brother (I'm not sure it occurred to him that a boy baby was a possibility before the conversation with Raine) to the point where he said quite strongly, "She's a boy!" while Stony and I were trying to remind him that we don't actually know if the baby is a boy or girl. A couple of days ago, he said he wanted a sister again, though, so I'm hoping that whatever the baby's gender, we will all enjoy it.
And now I'll give one Raine story before going back to bed. She's been working on her letters at school, and is motoring right along in trying to sound out words, or write things down, though English is a weird enough language with so many letter combinations and exceptions and such that it's amazing anyone here learns to spell, quite frankly. Anyway Raine was doing a project at school where the teacher would write a letter on a card, and Raine would draw a picture of something that started with that letter on the other side. When she was telling me about this (I still haven't seen the cards) she listed the letters and what she drew, most of which was boilerplate. An elephant for E, a cat for C. She did a teeter-totter for T. And then for A she drew an arabesque.