01/31/07
For the last three weeks Amelia has been scratching. It started with a barely audible scritch, scritch, scritch, against the fabric of her basinet. I figured I needed to file her nails, so the next night I did that while she lay on her changing table, occupied with
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Chris: So, after you have the kid will your breasts just leak all over the place? Will you have to wear booby diapers? Does such a thing exist?
Em: Yes, and yes. Though they’re called breast pads.
Chris: So like … I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and be like … why’s the bed all wet?!? And you’ll be all like … that’s just they way I roll sucka!
Em: Good lord, it’s not that bad. It just means I’ll have to wear a bra to bed for awhile.
Chris: Yeah … but the intense amount of caffeine magnifies everything
Em: What the hell are you talking about?
Chris: I don’t know.
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Today was the day! Well, not THE day but in the short term range of things it was the day! We would find out for sure if we were having a boy or a girl… or an alien, which judging by the ultrasound is still quite promising. Read the rest of this entry »
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A month ago I knew when I bought what amounted to pull-up pants that it was a going to be a long road to baby-dom. Read the rest of this entry »
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Friday, February 24th, 2006: Fifteen actors for Romeo and Juliet are lounging around waiting for rehearsal to begin, we are two weeks before opening. Pat, the technical director (and a big guy), decides to give us all a ‘safety’ lecture. The metal swords that we’d originally spent $400 on were falling apart, and the wooden swords we bought to replace them are getting broken too. One of the swordfighters is an overzealous lad we’ll call Derek, ‘cuz that’s his name… we don’t protect the innocent around here as you’ll soon see. He was the cause of several of the broken swords and as the rest of us glanced uncomfortably at each other as Pat’s tone escalated as he warmed to his subject we were all thinking that. I’ve listened to many of Pat’s rants before and this one, on a scale of one to 5 – one being the lowest – was probably a three. He was rather adamant on our being more careful with the swords and for God’s sake stop breaking them! We all nodded, a little uneasy, a little bored, but glad that the rant was over. On with the show! As the rehearsal progressed and it was Derek’s turn to come out he never did. We waited and he still didn’t come out. We hollered for him to no effect. Finally cast members went to go look for him and discovered his car was gone. Read the rest of this entry »
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The last few weeks of January was the beginning of the cramping. Sometimes very light, sometimes harder lasting several seconds at a time where I stopped everything and held my breath until it went away. February 6th, five days after I my period was supposed to start I stood in the cold second bathroom at 7am and took a home pregnancy test while Chris peacefully slumbered in the other room. While it was ‘cooking’ I wandered into the freezing cold kitchen and rinsed some dishes, keeping a nonchalant-not-worried-at-all-eye on the clock. How is it that three minutes can last at least ten? I casually wandered back into the bathroom and picked up the stick. The pink base line was bold as ever but a second pink line, faint but definitely there was definitely there. I double checked the directions but it didn’t say anything but an almost pink line. What the devil does that mean? Kind of pregnant? I disposed of the test deep into the trash can and went on my merry way. Read the rest of this entry »
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Wow, my very first post to my very first blog. How generically prestigious! Now I can ramble away about soggy clowns or snorting dandelion spores and you’re forced to read this until you grow bored, but ha! I’ve gotten you this far! I totally win.
So, to begin at the beguine… I am a little over five feet tall, my hair color of the moment is auburn cut in a blithe feather away from the face style that occasionally looks like a mullet. On those days, I pretend I’m someone else. I have what I’m told are tiny feet. I’m not skinny and I’m not fat, I’m somewhere in between where a Dairy Queen blizzard can tip the scales at any given time and banishing cookie-dough ice cream to hell only makes it more tempting. I have sixteen cats, one dog and, more recently, two hamsters. Feel the love y’all. I’m not old enough to have that many pets but if you’re fuzzy, you’re in. My husband is a programmer/musician/learning-to-be-carpenter/political junky.
For now, that’s it. I’ve tainted you enough. Be on your way.
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