They just popped back into my head. I had two strange dreams last night, both about Lil Smudge.

In the first one, he was a small person, maybe 4 or 5 years old. He wasn’t doing anything in particular, I was just really happy to see him post-babyhood.

I was having a lovely last-minute snuggle with Jill before getting dressed and going to work when I dozed off and had the second one. He gave a major wriggle over most of my torso, and it really felt like a cat rubbing up against me. I woke up completely startled, thinking "What’s a cat doing here???" And then I realized what really happened.

I think part of it was from talking with Erik, husband of Madelaine, last night while he cared for his son Freddy (3) and niece Antonia (4 or 5). I also learned last night from Mom that c-sections for breech babies is a fairly new practice. Mom said that one of us was born head-first and the other was born feet-first. They can’t tell which way Smudge is aimed, but he’s free to move however he wants for 2 more weeks. Then we need to goad him into being head-down or it’s c-section time.

 

I’ve decided that all of these things have to be positive, ie "not getting winded from walking up the stairs" would be excluded. It isn’t something I’ll be doing, it’s the negative version of something I’m doing now.

10.  Cracking my back.

9.    Sleeping on my stomach.

8.     Drinking a whole really good beer. Or 2.

7.    Fearlessly brushing my teeth.

6.    Wearing pants that don’t have a special knit panel that stretches over my belly. Like my super-soft, golden brown cords.

5.    Bending over to tie my shoes or pick up something I drop, without even thinking about it.

4.    Wearing my favorite sweaters and sweatshirts. Or even ones I don’t especially like that aren’t the three that fit right now.

3.   

That’s all I can think of right now. What have I forgotten about???

 

This will probably be my last post until 12/26 or 12/27. We leave tomorrow after work, driving to spend Christmas with Jill’s parents and visiting our friends Erin & Kevin and their kids. The plan is to drive ~half way tomorrow evening, and the rest of the way on Friday.

That’ll be my last travel at all until some time after the baby is born. :) :) :)

And on Friday, I’ll officially have 6 weeks left until my due date. SCARY. And at the same time,  I’m getting excited.  And tired of being pregnant.

Amusing and Random Thoughts:

  • I am bringing approximately 5 lbs of organic gala apples with us.
  • This blog has converted at least one other pregnant person to my gala apple appreciation club (or GAAC!)
  • It’s a Boy: Women Writers on Raising Sons, edited by Andrea Buchanan, is outstanding.
  • I can only think of 7 positive things that I would include on my Top 10 Things I’m Looking Forward To Doing When I’m Not Pregnant. And I don’t want to list things of the "stop doing X" variety.

I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas.

If you don’t celebrate Christmas, at least you can look forward to an end of the pervasive Christmas music and diminishing frequency of the phrase "War on Christmas." I think those sound wonderful and I do celebrate Christmas!

Fruit & Veg Count, 12/21: 1 organic gala apple, 1 small handful fresh spinach, 1 baby carrot stick

 

First, sleep like crap for several nights in a row. Really deplete your energy reserves.

Second, get a little dehydrated.

Third, overdo it a little bit.

An evening at the mall during the week before Christmas is a good choice for overdoing it, especially since you’ll have to park far away from the entry, and you should have to wait in line in order to buy anything. This is especially effective if the two stores that you actually want to visit at the mall are nowhere near one another.

I suspect that this worked even better in light of my having gained over 40 lbs so far this pregnancy, and that Lil Smudge is now making frequent, large movements that generally involve at least a third  to half of my abdomen.

This technique works like a charm!* The only thing I remember after turning off the light was semi-waking up when Jill came in and kissed me goodnight. The next time I woke up, it was morning.

I don’t even remember the last time I slept through the night. May? June?

Fruit & Veg Count, 12/20: 2 organic gala apples, 1/2 cup mixed veggies (carrots, squash, snow peas).

* Of course, I can’t actually recommend doing this. Don’t get dehydrated. Don’t overdo it. You’re going to sleep like crap most nights anyway, so go ahead with that part.

 

I’ve actually been so outraged by the news that the President authorized the NSA to conduct warrantless wiretaps of Americans that I haven’t been able to blog about it at all.

Isn’t it bad enough that there’s a secret court that would normally be responsible for authorizing those warrants? Or that the standard for getting a warrant is that law enforcement says it’s related to a foreign intelligence investigation? They’ve turned down 5 of these requests — out of thousands — since 1978! And law enforcement don’t even need the warrant in advance — they can start the wiretap in "an emergency" as long as they ask for one within 3 days.

The President does not get to ignore the law. He’s the president of the GOVERNMENT for crying out loud! The legal structure!!! And it is insane and ridiculous and un-FSUKING-believable that he claims "Congress authorized me to use force in Afghanistan, therefore I could ignore the US CONSTITUTION and other legal civil liberties protections."

No.

Mr. President, Afghanistan and Al-Queda were how you convinced Congress to pass the Patriot Act. I may not think it’s a good law, but it IS a law. If you wanted warrantless wiretaps, you should have asked for them. At the time, you probably would have frigging gotten them!

But you didn’t. Now you’ve broken the law. And you’ve broken it in a massive and outrageous way.

In an IMPEACHABLE way.

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On the personal side, Smudge is bigger and so are most of his movements. They’re starting to feel extremely strange. And I’m working on a Top 10 Things I’m Looking Forward to Doing When I’m Not Pregnant list.

I’m also researching cool, high-tech cloth diapers. Fuzzi Bunz, Happy Heiny’s pocket diapers, Wonderalls, and StarBunz (for special occasions) seem to get the best reviews. Our intent is to use a mix of cloth & disposable, but the cloth will have to be pretty convenient and easy or we’ll wind up giving up on them.

Fruit & Veg Count, 12/18: 1 organic gala apple, 1 cup organic butternut squash. (Thinly sliced and sauteed so it caramelizes. YUM!!!)
12/19: 2/3 cup mixed veggies (beans, peas, summer squash, carrots).

 

While we have a few minor format/pedogical complaints about the childbirth class yesterday, on the whole, it was good.

The instructor was a Labor & Delivery Nurse at the hospital where we’re having our baby, and she has been doing that for 14 years and teaching this kind of class for 10. She mostly used the terms "Mom" and "Coach," and none of the other couples in the class seemed to have much of a reaction to us being there. As I would expect, they seemed pretty focused on their own experience, concerns, questions, fears, etc.

The "real life birth experience" video was more current than a lot you hear about, and while the birth moms all seemed to be managing their pain ok, the actual babies looked more yucky than I expected. Post-video, we have new reasons to hope that the baby will NOT be born early.

For me, the most useful part of the class was on the pregnant woman’s anatomy. Now I understand why my heartburn and other GI processes seem to be so much worse than they’ve been. My stomach really is trying to escape from my uterus by way of my throat, and my poor intestines have been flattened along my back.

It looks like this actually gets better 2 or 3 weeks before delivery, when the baby "drops" and starts squishing the heck out of my bladder instead. But frankly, I’m looking forward to it. I’d rather be able to eat and have to pee every 10 minutes than not be able to eat without heartburn — and right now, EVERYTHING gives me heartburn — but be able to hold it for an hour or two.

I did think there would be more info about pros and cons of different decisions around the birth — epidural, natural, etc. On that, all I really learned is that it takes ~half an hour from when you ask for the epidural until the pain goes away, and that ~80% of the birth moms at this hospital have them.

The other really useful thing we learned was that I’m not limited to ice chips once we arrive at the hospital. I can’t *eat* but I can have clear liquids and popcicles if we bring them. And it’s probably a good idea to eat during early labor, before coming to the hospital, since the whole process will probably last 18-36 hours and include at least 2 hours of intense physical work towards the end.

Speaking of eating: Fruit & Veg Count, 12/17: Large strawberry smoothie, 1/2 cup butternut squash. Mmmmm. Squash.

 

You might have noticed that Typepad was totally F(@#$&d up yesterday. It claimed to me that it was showing a 2-day old version of the blog, but since the "most recent" entry showing was actually from 12/7, I think that was unrealistically optimistic. It still appears to have eaten my December booklist.

It also, at one point, let me in to write a post which it appeared to save, but which has melted away into the ether. Of course that post was much funnier than this one!

Wish us luck at Birthing Class "boot camp" today. It runs from 9-5 and after reading about Emilin and Brooke’s experience, and listening to the Breastfeeding Class instructor joke about women calling the "football hold" the "baseball hold" and the fathers being better at remembering all this information about breasts, I’m a little nervous.

Universe, please let the instructor try to use inclusive language. She doesn’t have to be perfect about it, I just want to feel like she’s trying to include us. It would be faboo if we weren’t the only same-sex couple in the class, but that’s just icing if the instructor has us feeling comfortable.

And THANK YOU Sean, for telling me that I can refer to Macbeth by name if I’m not in a theater. I’ve observed that theater people tend to be fairly superstitious and I hate making them nervous, especially by accident.

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