This week, the fact that I’m having a baby has become SO MUCH more real to me. Smudge is all I feel like thinking about or talking about most of the time.

On my way in to work this morning, my commute was interrupted by an ambulance near Emory Hospital. As it turned in front of me, I saw that it was a Neo-Natal Emergency Vehicle from Grady, the local public hospital.

And I immediately burst into tears and started patting my belly reassuringly.

I’ve also started playing our wedding CD for Smudge, by tucking the earphones for my iPod into my waistband. I feel insanely silly doing it, AND YET, I’M STILL DOING IT. My excuse is that I read on Pregnancy.org that by week 20, the baby can hear and:

Familiar voices, music, and sounds that baby becomes accustomed to during her development stages often are calming after birth.

So I’m hoping for a baby boy who will calm down to the dulcet tones of Beyonce’s "Bootylicious" and No Doubt’s "Hella Good"? At least it also includes James Taylor’s "Your Smiling Face" — which seems much more appropriate.

Marbles? What marbles? I think they’re lost.

 

I have class all weekend, and so I’ve been trying to wrap up all my homework.

The assignments were:

  • 2 collages of "my new reality" – one the first week after the last weekend, and one this week
  • 4 collages of my "noise" – the stuff that comes up when I get confronted about things, my persistent complaints, the ways of being that I fall back on when the going gets rough
  • daily journaling
  • daily totally anonymous good deeds

I also had some updating to do to a previous homework assignment about the people I communicate with on an at-least-weekly basis.

I got all of my collages done, and I’m pretty happy with them. I’ve also printed out this blog and the daily "here’s what I’m creating today" emails I send to my friend Jon, which I’m counting as the daily journal.

I haven’t actually updated the last assignment, but I have everything I need for that in place and a homework party where I’ll do it is happening tomorrow night.

But I have just sucked on the totally anonymous good deeds.

I think there are two things going on there.

First, I’ve had trouble with no-cost ideas. I got a few good suggestions from you guys, but most of them involved outdoor activities, and average temps here have been in the 90s. And I have just not been willing to spend money on this homework. I got in occasional successes, but I would guess I’ve probably done the assignment at most 10 times in the last 6 weeks.

But the other thing is that I just don’t like being anonymous. I like to help people in a way where I get to see in their faces that I’m making a difference.

It isn’t about being thanked, I don’t think. (Not that I don’t enjoy being appreciated or acknowledged, I just don’t think that’s the main thing stopping me from doing the homework assignment.) But I want to *see* that my efforts are working. Just putting good out into the world on faith that it will work, and then walking away…it seems really unsatisfying.

But, I am going to give it two more tries, tomorrow and Friday. I may not have done the homework completely, but I’m not giving up.

 

My friends are in deep competition for having the cutest pregnancy and baby blogs, and I am ***SO*** excited that we’re on this crazy adventure together.

First, Little Levi put up a blog, documenting his very early childhood with Mamas’ Mindy & Melissa. (BTW, Jill was completely charmed by Levi’s blog and made me promise that if Smudge wants to blog from birth, we will help him.)

And then Liz, who has been too busy sleeping and growing a finally-out-of-the-first-trimester fetus to update her blog, put up a picture of the Little Bean she and Dave are expecting to grow up into a baby, and he’s waving via the ultrasound.

Now we have to hope that Dave & Liz will keep updating their blogs more regularly. ;-)

 

I am having trouble sleeping.

There are two main reasons for this. First, I’m having horrible reflux, and second, I can’t sleep in my usual sleep position.

Back when I was single and had reflux in law school, I put the whole bed at an angle, which helped a lot. But the bed was smaller, and my only concern was for my own comfort. If I woke up with my feet dangling off, so what? At least I wasn’t choking on stomach acid. Now, I think my bed would be dangerous at an angle, and besides, my lovely wife also needs to sleep there, nearly every single night.

A week or so ago, I bought one of those angled reflux pillows. And I haven’t woken myself up coughing from trying to breathe stomach acid since then. But the angle of the thing is no fun on my pregnant back.

Do any of you brilliant people have suggestions?

As for the other issue, normally, I sleep half on my side, half on my stomach. But Smudge is seriously getting in the way for even slightly sleeping on my stomach. And I don’t want to squish him.

The women in my prenatal yoga class swear by a pillow between the knees. I tried that last night, and the first time I got up to pee, that pillow was already on the floor. I’m contempating one of those whole body pillows, but I’m one of those people who turns over and sleeps on alternating sides all night. A whole body pillow seems hard to move back and forth like that.

Again, brilliant friends and netizens, I welcome your suggestions.

(Please tell me that I still have a couple of months where I get to sleep…….)

 

There’s really a little one in there, wiggling around! It isn’t just my imagination or weird special effects at the doctor’s office.

I now feel Smudge kicking and swimming every few hours. But the REAL excitement this weekend was that Jill got to feel him too!

We were relaxing with some brain candy on Friday night when he started kicking up a storm. I grabbed Jill’s hand and pressed it into my belly — after a couple of seconds, her eyes lit up, "I felt it! I felt something!"

And although this was exciting on a much more modest scale, it makes us VERY happy. On Saturday, the nice people from Storehouse.com delivered and installed 7 bookshelves, each with extensions to make them 96" tall. Our dining room wall is now a full wall of books, plus we have 3 more bookshelves in the living room.

I spent Saturday afternoon and early evening unpacking our ~25 boxes of books, and it now looks as if we have a dining room, rather than a storage facility at the front of our house. Well, a room anyway. The dining room table is still on the list of things we want.

Here’s the scary part: We still have two 4′ tall bookshelves upstairs, and there is no room for the books on those shelves to move downstairs. Except for the lowest shelves in the living room, which have doors on them, all of the shelf space on all 7 bookshelves is already occupied.

We are going to do a "phase 2" of this project, organizing the books and hopefully purging some. So various personal finance, management, and computer books can move to the office, while fiction, plays, essays, and children’s books can be separated into distinct categories downstairs.

Next up: An entertainment center. With our new beautiful bookshelves, our unfinished pine TV stand looks even more like dorm room furniture. Then dining room furniture and baby furniture. :)

 

It turns out that we DO know what Michael Brown was doing up at FEMA, instead of organizing emergency search, rescue, and medical teams to go in and help the people along the gulf coast during and immediately after the Katrina disaster.

He was commissioning a rap! To educate children on the importance of emergency preparedness!

Furthermore, the rap is, in fact, very educational. I now know who is responsible for disaster preparation. I used to think it was FEMA, or maybe FEMA in conjunction with state or local governments.

Nope.

Its children.

Really. (I couldn’t make up stuff this insane.)

Thanks to Mike Godwin for pointing this out!

 

1) My tooth-brushing honeymoon is over. I got sick again this morning when I brushed. I think it’s the act of brushing, not the toothpaste.

An acquaintance recommended sticking my tongue out when I brush, which apparently helps suppress the gag reflex. It can’t hurt.

2) Yesterday, I went back to Prenatal Yoga for the first time in a couple of weeks. It was a new instructor, and I noticed that my "internal noise level" shot up.

I find gyms and other physical fitness type places intimidating, and I always think I should know what I’m doing, but I feel like I don’t. So I get in this weird mental space of "I *can* do this/This is too hard" — which both drives me crazy and is probably very hard for the instructor to coach me through.

Fortunately, I noticed it while it was happening, was able to mentally say "Oh! I’m doing that thing I do!" without beating myself up too much for it. I’ve noticed that when I beat myself up over things like that, I’m a lot more likely to start doing it again 5 minutes later when I quit beating myself up.

If I’m a little more compassionate with myself and remember that it is OK that I don’t know what I’m doing, and that pretending I do probably isn’t going to help me and Smudge get the most out of Prenatal Yoga, I can simmer down and pay attention more easily.

3) I saw some very interesting graffiti in a wealthy neighborhood that I drive through on my way to work. It said, in spray paint on a brick retaining wall:

3/4 of the world is starving

My first thought was "I don’t think that’s true." I’m sure the number is horrifying, but I just don’t believe that 75% of the world is starving.

Without any intent to belittle hunger or people who are fighting to reduce starvation and malnutrition, like the awesome people at The Hunger Site, I think it hurts the cause to exaggerate the numbers.

A little googling turns up some interesting information:

An undated page in the ThinkQuest library says: The World Health
Organization estimates that one-third of the world is well-fed,
one-third is under-fed one-third is starving- Since you’ve entered this
site at least 200 people have died of starvation. Over 4 million will
die this year.

Bread for the World also quotes the World Health Organization, but suggests a slightly less severe impact than ThinkQuest suggested: Poor nutrition and calorie deficiencies cause nearly one in three people to die prematurely or have disabilities.

I couldn’t find hunger or starvation stats on the WHO site.

And in case anyone is worried, I am most definitely not starving. In fact, I am doing my "eating for two" with a vengeance*. Although Smudge weighed in at 11 oz, according to the ultrasound on Tuesday, I have gained approximately 13 lbs so far.

* Typepad’s spellchecker suggested "vegans" as a possible correct spelling for my original attempt to spell vengeance. I don’t think I could do my eating for two with vegans; I think 30-40% of my diet may be dairy.

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