I'm not freaking out

So yesterday I got myself all freaked out about GBS - Group B Strep - which I tested positive for. It's a type of bacteria (totally different from Group A Strep, which causes strep throat) that routinely colonizes the intestinal tract of healthy people. When it's present, it's usually intermittent. It is not considered pathogenic in adults. The only problem is when it's present during labor and delivery.

Most of the time, even if it is present the baby doesn't pick it up on its way into the big wide world. But 10% of the time they do. And 10% of those babies have life threatening infections. GBS is actually the #1 source of infection in newborns. It causes all kinds of horrible scary things like sepsis (a blood infection), meningitis and pneumonia among others. A certain percentage of the time it's fatal, but we're not going to think about that.

Current medical wisdom is to administer a course of IV antibiotics to the laboring woman about 8 hours before she gives birth. Our hospital administers the drugs every 4 hours during labor, since there's no way really to know exactly when the baby will pop out. But the trouble with antibiotics is that you have to take enough antibiotics of sufficient strength to kill *all* of the bacteria. Otherwise, what's left is the super strong drug resistent bacteria that come back and wollop you with a doozy of an infection that is resistent to treatment.

When my midwife said I was positive for GBS I was bummed, mostly because I was worred it would interfere with my desire to have a natural birth. I didn't really know how serious it could be for the baby. And she was so nonchalant about it. She basically said you'll just take these antibiotics and everything will be fine. And she's probably right. But then yesterday I read that although the upside of the anitbiotics is that it greatly reduces the chance that the baby will be infected with GBS, the downside is that if she does get an infection it has a much higher chance of being resistant to antibiotics.

But I decided today that I'm going to let go of these worries. It really helped yesterday trading emails with Arwen's cousin's wife Nisha and his aunt Monica who went through this at the birth of Nisha & Dion's son Odin. Nisha got the meds and all was well. I'm just going to put some faith in the universe that it'll work out the same way for us.

The Latest

This has been an exciting week so far. Arwen had a lot of fun over the weekend snowboarding with "the guys" and luging like a madman. I have gotten 10 cute diapers sewn over the weekend (still have 5 more to go). We got the basement unit of our new house painted and the carpet cleaned. It's all ready for Jen when she gets here sometime Thursday or Friday. I got a massage yesterday, which was just freaking fantastic. (Although I'm already achy again...) Our upstairs tenants are set to move out of the house tomorrow. And today I got official confirmation of what I had come to suspect: the baby has dropped!

That doesn't mean we should be expecting to go into labor immediately or anything; our birthing instructor said babies drop on average about 2 weeks before they arrive. But I began suspecting she had dropped as of last Friday, when I noticed new pressure down below and ever since then I've been having a hard time just walking and doing ordinary things. I wake up in the night every few hours needing to roll over and get into a new position and find it's tough just rolling over or getting up to go pee. It's like there aren't enough muscles to move my body parts. And what muscles there are are feeling very strained.

Ever since last Friday I've pretty much been dragging my left leg around like a cripple. It's just too heavy to pick up! That combined with the sore ribs I have from last week's coughing bout has left me in a pretty sorry state. I also have a tiny bit of swelling in the ankles. Even still - and I know this sounds weird - I feel pretty good. I know it won't be long now, and although it's a fairly constant discomfort, it's nothing unbearable. I keep trying to envision adding gut wrenching contractions on top of these aches and remembering that if I'm going to have the natural childbirth I'm hoping for I'm going to have to figure out how to suck it up and deal with it. If it's hard walking down the hall now, or getting on all fours to stretch it will be doubly so then.

I think too what's adding to my chipper mood is all these happy changes that are just around the corner: meeting Roan, Jen moving up here, and getting into the new house. We have so much to look forward to.

Oh, there was one more thing. I found out at my checkup today that I tested postive for Group B Strep. It's fairly common, but about 10% of babies exposed to it during birth develop a life-threatening infection. So they take treating it very seriously. I have to receive IV antibiotics 8 hours before birth. I was really bummed to hear this news because having an IV in restricts your movement, and being stuck in a bed can slow down your labor substantially. But my midwife assured me that it's not so bad. I'll have to be hooked to an IV for a few minutes every 4 hours, but in between I will be free to roam the halls or sit in the tub or whatever I like. So it's not so bad. If that's the only hiccup we have in this birth we'll have a lot to be thankful for.

Bigger and Better

Well, as always I am definitely growing bigger all the time. (This sunday makes 37 weeks.) And thankfully I'm feeling better now. I still am hacking up yucky stuff but at least I feel human again.

This weekend some friends from Houston are in town - Brian and Xave - for a weekend of snowboarding in Breckenridge. Jay and Clover are throwing a Luge Party Redux in their honor, and this time the luge is much improved. We asked my midwife whether it'd be ok for me to make the trip up, and she cleared me to go, but in the end I decided to stick around home instead. I still need to fully recover from this cold and there's lots for me to do here to get ready for Roan. I hate to miss another great party, but Arwen could probably use a weekend with the guys anyway. He's had his hands full taking care of me sick and pregnant, managing the new house, and getting ready to become a daddy.

I plan to have a nice quiet weekend - after all it may be my last for the next 18 years or so! The main task at hand is a diaper sewing marathon. I started cutting them out last night and boy o boy are they going to be cute. I will also be checking up on the painters that are working on the basement of our new house. We went by last night at 9 pm and they were still working. It is a huge improvement already in terms of how bright and cheerful it is.

Oh, speaking of the house, we had a bit of good news this week. The upstairs tenants decided to move out early - on the 7th, this coming Wednesday - instead of the 31st. So Arwen is feeling inspired to get us all moved in before the baby comes. That would be nice. And Jen will be getting here sometime next week between Thursday and Sunday. I can't wait to have my Sissy back.

Pregnant + Sick = No Gusto

Well darn it. After what was mostly a pretty nice week I managed to come down hard with a nasty chest cold. I've been sick all weekend, and by now my body is so sore from being racked by coughing and sneezing fits that I feel like my ribs are bruised. I was hoping to turn the corner yesterday but this bug is pretty stubborn. I was up most of the night. (But don't worry, I've been in regular contact with the midwives and have been taking their advice and watching my temperature.)

This is a lousy time to get sick. Not just because it adds the discomforts of illness to the discomforts of pregnancy, but mostly because there's so much I'm wanting to get done right now. We need to get this apartment in shape to welcome this baby. I haven't washed any of her clothes, towels or blankets yet. We don't have our diaper changing station set up yet. The car seat has not been installed. And until this weekend all of her "equipment" was boxed up in closets.

I am also currently in the throes of a diaper obsession. I am almost eerily thrilled about the propsect of cloth diapering. I spent all my free time last week researching the best methods for laundering the wonderful organic cloth diapers we received at our baby shower. And then of course I made the decision to try my hand at making some of those cute, handy velcro types. After an obscene amount of time spent searching for the best diaper pattern and the optimal materials for sewing them, I got my game plan together. I scored some microfiber towels from the dollar store to be used as absorbent inserts. And then I found flannel in all sorts of adorable prints at Hancock marked down 50%!!! I was practically beside myself with elation, chest cold and all. Wait till you see the monkey print.

But this *&%$#@ cold has me too sick to actually get started with the project. All the materials are stacked up and ready to go, taunting me with their cuteness. All night long when I do actually manage to catch a little shut-eye, I am having fitful dreams - no kidding here - featuring an endless parade of diaper flannel and nail-biting dilemmas about seam allowances and the optimal use of velcro. I can't tell you how many times I've woken up and remonstrated my subconscious, "No more diaper dreams!" What a ride these nesting hormones are.

P.S. You know your husband loves you when you can send him out into the cold, dark night to bring back kleenex (because you went thru a whole box in 24 hours), cough drops, popcicles (he brought back 2 boxes!), and yes... even bendy straws. It's hard to stay hydrated when you're stuck lying down in bed, and now my struggle is finally over. What a lucky lady am I. He's my hero.

We are now the proud owners of...

... the ugliest house on the block... which we can't move into for another month! :) And we're pleased as peaches about it. It is nice to have that behind us. Closing was a freaking nightmare - it went on for 4 hours - but we both stayed cool and calm "like little Fonzies" as Arwen likes to say. At the end of it I realized I got through the whole day without crying, and without even coming close!

This week has been so much better than last week. Consciously slowing things down and acknowledging my limitations has made all the difference. I've made a point to step away from work and take a break or two, take a warm bath in the evening and drink a cup of chamomile tea. I am feeling human again.

Coming soon - I have more goodies to post pictures of. I whipped up a cute little tanktop for Roan as well as a pair of t-strap booties last weekend. I'm working on a sunhat for her now, to match the tanktop. Once that's done I think I may have to take an unfortunate hiatus from knitting in order to launch a new project: sewing diapers. I had contemplated it months ago but let Arwen talk me out of it. Now as we're looking more closely into it we're finding the convenient velcro diapers are super expensive - $15 a piece! - and you need about 30-35 to get started with a newborn. I found some patterns that claim you can make your own for $2-3/each. We already have 20 simple chinese prefolds, so that gets us most of the way there; I'd only need to make 10-15. A woman at our Bradley childbirth class brought in a couple she made and they were absolutely the cutest things I'd ever seen. So... we'll see how it goes.

A quick note

It's past my bedtime so I won't be long here... Just wanted to jot down a couple things. Tomorrow (Tuesday) we're supposed to be closing on that house so keep your fingers crossed for us. It seems like mistakes have been made at every turn on this deal so it may take a minor miracle to get us through closing tomorrow.

Also I wanted to say thanks to everyone who's expressed messages of support since my last post. It means so much to know there are folks all over the place thinking good thoughts for us.

In lieu of a belly progress photo I am - hesitantly - posting this candid shot Arwen snuck of me the other day while I was napping, propped up on the seven pillows I sleep with (or try to) every night. As you can see I'm taking notes from Sasha on relaxation techniques.

Whew

Well I'm glad this week is over. It was a rough one. From time to time as I enter a new stage in this pregnancy I find it takes me some time to adjust. And this week we hit a new stage. For the most part, I have kept going at my normal pre-pregnancy pace. All of a sudden this week that has come to a screeching halt.

It is remarkable to me how much this is a mental/emotional thing as opposed to a physical one. Turns out carrying around 30 extra pounds that writhe with a will of their own isn't really the tough part. Don't get me wrong. I am growing more uncomfortable - sleeping is difficult, my back aches all over all the time, she kicks me in the ribs and stomps on my bladder, and I feel random aches in various places on a regular basis. It is a general sense of increasing discomfort. And as I found hiking the Appalachian Trail it's remarkable how a chronic general discomfort can be more taxing mentally and emotionally than acute pain.

Even still, so far I've found that what I've physically had to put up with in pregnancy is small potatoes compared to what I went thru on the AT. Our bodies are made for this, whereas hiking 2000-odd miles, not so much.

It's the mental and emotional part that's got me all cattywampus this week. My emotions are a helter skelter roller coaster ride that is out of my control. I've felt all week that I was seeing the world through diarreah-colored glasses for lack of a better metaphor. And I just couldn't seem to get my footing and get back on an even keel.

Given where I was at this week, it was just as rough on Arwen as on me. I really don't know what I'd do without him. At times like these he shows more patience and understanding than one would think possible. He is also great at helping me figure out what's going wrong and find a solution.

After a particularly terrible day on Thursday I stopped and took an inventory of what I can do to keep myself in a better place. I realized that it is time to slow down and acknowledge that I can't take on as much as I could before. This is especially true where work is concerned. I made a promise to myself that I won't work any more late hours or weekends or subject myself to stressful deadlines. It is time to start saying no; it's time to start delegating to others. I'm also not going to keep up with what's going on in the news for the next few weeks; it's always depressing anyway. I'm going to prioritize time to relax. And at least for the next few weeks, if it's not related to this pregnancy or to the health and happiness of our new little family, then it's getting relegated to the back burner. I am trying to accept that right now there is only so much I can handle.

The Beard Report

And now for a special report on my Dear Husband. I know I haven't mentioned him much lately, I've been so preoccupied with my nesting.

First of all, we're overdue for a Beard Report. Since he began working from home with me Arwen has been growing his beard out. This has caused him a deep and abiding sense of satisfaction. I've watched it go from Don Johnson to Distinguished Gentleman to Slightly Unkempt, and now it's beginning to enter the stage of Crazy Beard. If he remains on this trajectory, he will be at full on Garden Gnome before spring comes.

Arwen actually has a whole mysterious doctrine around The Importance of the Beard. When I asked him to enlighten me, to bestow upon me his Beard Manifesto he coyly decilned. "That's none of your business," he smirked. However he did confess that he has a superstition about the beard and our luck in labor. He believes that were he to shave the beard - or even to trim it - that Roan or I may have to suffer some inscrutable nefarious consequence as a result. "You've got to let nature take its course, and this," he motioned to his beard, "is nature taking its course.

And who can argue with that logic.

So the other thing I thought you might get a kick out of is hearing how he had all the dads cracking up tonight at our birthing class. Tonight was our unit on breastfeeding. Our instructor is big on getting the dads involved, so she started us out by having each dad blow up a balloon to the same size as their wife's breast. Talk about feeling put on the spot. You could see them all glancing nervously around the room at each other thinking, "Why not just ask me to tell her her ass looks big?"

So then she instructed each dad to wedge the breast balloon under his armpit and attempt to put the toy babies we had brought up to the "breast" to simulate nursing. The idea was to learn from how the dads positioned the babies' bodies relative to their own and relative to the nipple. Neither we nor our classmates had brought actual toy babies. The best we could all come up with was stuffed animals. So there was a wide assortment of teddy bears, silly stuffed monkeys and the like. We had brought a soft gray elephant named Snooty, which was a gift we received at our shower from Uncle Jay.

Arwen could not be content to simply position his "baby" at the "breast." Perhaps he was overcome by the absurdity of a roomful of grown men holding stuffed animals and wearing balloon boobies. Or perhaps it was the realistic way Snooty's lips are parted to perfectly mimic a nursing baby. But I looked over at Arwen and did a double take. He had the toy elephant positioned realistically but he used one hand behind Snooty's ears to subtly move the head back and forth in a rhytmic motion. The effect was to make it appear as though this plush furry pachyderm was enthusiastically suckling at his breast. I mean, it was a little spooky. The darn thing looked like it was alive! He had all the dads cracking up. I guess if breastfeeding were up to Arwen, we'd have it in the bag. Maybe he can give me a few pointers when the time comes.

Getting there

Well we're into week 34 now. Just six weeks or so to go! Roan seems to be growing faster all the time, and she is moving like crazy. I found out today she likes to dance to Keller Williams (such great taste in music, and at such a young age!) I wonder how I can go another six weeks without popping.

Sadly, I didn't manage to get that last blanket finished over the weekend yet. I got some work done on it, but I decided to get a few other more practical things out of the way instead. I put together a list of pediatrician interview questions, and I also compiled all the numerous handouts, brochures and hand-scribbled notes into a tabbed notebook. We have all kinds of handy information, but I figured if it's not organized we'll never find it when we need it.

Here's the farm scene blanket, as it currently stands:


Here's a detail:


I plan to embroider her name on it, back it with some soft yellow fabric, and attach this ruffle to the edge:


Hopefully I'll get it done here soon and will post the photos. Then the question is WHAT TO MAKE NEXT?!?!?!

Another one bites the dust

Woo hoo, I got project #3 for the weekend behind me today. This is what I started with: a thin blanket with 28 cross stitched squares.



Here's a detail of one of the squares. I for Iguana:



I added some cotton batting and secured it in place with french knots between each square. Then I backed it with satin and mitred the edge.



I'm really happy with how it came out. And the best part is it's DONE!

So Cute It Hurts

It's waaaay past my bedtime, but I was on a mission tonight. I had lost steam on finishing up the apricot bonnet & booties set, so I cheated on my knitting with a new project: these cute little red mary janes. I just happened to have the perfect pearly vintage buttons to finish them off. In real life they're not quite the garish color you see here; they're some happy place between crimson and fire engine red. They came out so quick and so cute I'm tempted to make her a pair in every color of the rainbow.

Getting those done gave me the boost I needed to power through the bootie and bonnet set. It's a very traditional pattern, and its lacework makes it one of the most challenging I've tackled. I had envisioned putting her in this to take her home from the hospital, but I'm afraid it's a size too big for a newborn baby. Before I realized this problem, we found a cute little dress (with matching bloomers not pictured) to pair it with. It's trimmed in a similar apricot color. It'll be adorable on her at some point, even if it's not when we take her home from the hospital.




So this gets me halfway to my goal this weekend. Two projects down, two more to go. I have two cross stitched baby blankets that I made literally about 10 years ago. The cross stitching is all done, but they both need to be backed and trimmed and all finished up. I made a trip to the cloth store last night and made some great finds. I got some baby blue bridal satin to back and edge one of the blankets with. And I got some yellow and white striped seersucker for a ruffled border on the second one, to be backed with some fun, fuzzy yellow fleecy terrycloth craziness. Like I said before I am not the best seamstress. Sewing stresses me out a little, as opposed to knitting, which I find very relaxing. But it's exciting to finish up these old projects that have been hanging around for ages. And it's absolutely mind blowing to think that there is going to be a new person in our house drooling all over them soon.

Ok, this is starting to suck a little

There's no doubt about it - I've been pretty darn lucky through this pregnancy. I never had true morning sickness, the aches and pains have been manageable, the acid reflux has been minimal, and I haven't had any swelling in my hands or feet. So don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for all that.

But this week we seem to have entered a new stage of minor discomforts and sleeplessness. My low back keeps getting kinks in it, I sometimes feel a persistent achey pain across my lower abdomen - not cramps exactly, but something like that - and I now require exactly seven pillows - one of them being a six-foot body pillow - arranged *just so* in order to steal a few hours of sleep.

Last night was actually a pretty good night. But earlier this week we hit a rough patch and I got almost no sleep for two nights in a row. I found out real quick it doesn't take much sleep deprivation at all to turn me into a real cranky b*tch. My midwife says she thinks it's the body's way of preparing you for the sleeplessness you'll endure after the baby comes. I have this dreadful suspicion she's 100% right.

This week I finished yet another book - this one on the Bradley Method of childbirth. Like it's not enough to take a 12 week class on the subject; I had to check out every book at the library too. I've lost count of how many books I've read in preparation for Roan's arrival. Everything from curing colic to managing labor pains to breastfeeding to general baby care. But this week I think I've finally decided it's time for the madness to stop. I've taken in enough information. From this point forward I think it's important for both me and Arwen to trust our own judgement and just do the best we can. I want to have a sense of confidence when she comes into the world, and not find myself running to my books every time she cries.

Party On

Roan went to her first wild party over the weekend. Our friends Jay & Clover in Breckenridge hosted a luge party at their luxury mountain cabin. They made their own incredible luge in the front yard - it must've been 2 and a half stories tall with six foot walls. (A luge, for those of you who don't live in Antarctica like us, is a big ol' ice slide you go down in sleds.)

Next to the luge they set up a fully stocked ice bar they made with packed snow and topped with a shot block. And next to that was a fire barrel, so partygoers could alternately cruise the luge, and then warm themselves up by the fire or with a shot. And let me tell you, it was cooooold out there - about 5 degrees with blowing snow and wind.

Even for someone like me - not drinking and not luging - it was a blast. People were flying down that thing, I tell ya. Even with six foot walls lots of people flew right out lots of times. And Arwen was one of the craziest of all of them. I'm pretty sure he went airborne more times than anyone. At one point I was standing near the end of the luge when he came cruising down, hit a bump, flew up over my head and landed - thump - in a snowbank 10 feet away. He was having a blast.

Anyway, I won't bore you with a play by play, but suffice it to say there was lots of drinking, foul language, a craps table, naked luging, some harmless violence, and vomiting. A successful party indeed.

After all that revelry we needed a full day to recuperate. Arwen and I got up early the next morning, fixed breakfast for all the stragglers who slept over, then proceeded to lay around the house like slugs for the whole rest of the day. I spent the *entire* day watching movies and knitting. It was beautiful.

Speaking of beautiful, I knitted up a bonnet for Roan that may possibly be my best creation yet. I started with some hand-dyed yarn. It was my first try at dying yarn myself, and to be honest I'm still a little ambivalent about the color. I was hoping for a pale peach but instead it came out more like a light salmon. But because of the gentle dye process I used the color has these slight variations to it that give the finished piece almost a luminous quality. And the traditional lace design that makes the bonnet is wonderfully delicate. I plan to make some booties to match, naturally. I'll post a picture when the whole set is done.











I also finished that blanket from last week, as well as the Bambi pillow. If I keep up this pace I might actually finish all the baby projects on my list before Roan gets here. As my sister Jen pointed out to me recently, yes I am a freak. I don't pretend that there is any logical, rational reason for making all this stuff. Maybe it's genetic or maybe it's some defect in my lizard brain. I don't question it. It's just what I do, and I love doing it!

Eew, that is just WRONG!

I typically do not like to use this blog as a forum to harass my dear husband, but I just can't let another day go by without getting something off my chest. Although there are many areas of life in which I may be willing to defer to his judgement - matters of technology, finance, and home repair, for instance - I must say that matters of the culinary arts are clearly not his forte. Case in point: The boy puts KETCHUP on his RAVIOLI. That is just not right. Not only do I have to endure in the knowledge that he is befouling his ravioli, but I also have to listen to the undignified ketchup squeeze bottle farting sound as he drowns the poor helpless pasta. Not to mention the ketchup-ricotta breath he has for hours afterwards.

Oh the things we put up with for love.

Ok, that was fun. Thanks for indulging me in a bit of silliness. I thought you might like a recap of what's been going on lately. It looks like we are going to get this house. We've had a few close calls this week, between the results of the inspection and issues with the downstairs tenant. But it seems like it's all going to work out and proceed to closing.

Also my friend Molly (the one I knit the booties & hat below for) who was 5 weeks ahead of me in her pregnancy had her baby yesterday morning, 3 weeks early. And IT'S A GIRL! So Roan will have a playmate. Very exciting.

This week we took a class called "Babies, Baths & Bundles" which went over basic newborn care. We learned the essentials of keeping the little one alive, at least for the first few weeks. Beyond that, all bets are off.

Arwen was really cute. He insisted on holding our toy practice baby for pretty much the entire 3 hour class. We learned about all the crazy rashes, bumps and other oddities they can get that are all normal things, so hopefully that'll save us a few trips to the emergency room.

We still have so much to do to get ready. The next major thing is to find a pediatrician. That's a whole process of course. They do interviews now apparently, to help neurotic control freak parents determine whether the doc is a good fit. So I guess that means I have to come up with a list of questions. Lord have mercy. Thank gawd for the Internet.

Honestly I have little interest in attending to the practical matters such as these. I am in an all out panic to finish up the zillions of sewing & knitting projects I've been meaning to get done for this child. You know, cutesy little things that I'll spend hours and hours working on, that our precious darling will either spit up on, poop on or outgrow in the blink of an eye. But hey, it's not like I have a nursery I can decorate right now. All that nesting instinct has to be channeled into something.

So here's a photo of one project that is *almost* completed. It's meant to be a pillow that hangs on the door to indicate whether the baby is napping. On one side is awake Bambi, on the other side is sleeping Bambi. I did the cross stitched design about a million years ago (I have since sworn off cross stitching entirely, since KNITTING RULES). Last night I whipped up a lavender ruffle for the edge - my first attempt at this - and did the main pillow assembly. This was a thoroughly nerve-wracking experience, as I am a fairly competent knitter but a pretty lousy seamstress. But it turned out so cute! Now I just need to stuff it and sew up the last little bit by hand. I'll post a picture of the finished product when it's done.

Only 7 1/2 weeks to go!

The House

So yesterday was the inspection of the house we put an offer on. A few big things came up - like the fact that it needs a new roof and that there's a major gas leak in the basement! But we were at least glad to know that it has a sturdy foundation and is a solid place. Today we sent our inspection objections to the seller, and now we have to wait and see what concessions she's willing to give. Hopefully she's willing to bargain.

While I was there I took a few pictures. I'm only going to bother posting the exterior shots because the interior is so pitifully cluttered by the current tenants' crap you can't even see the house behind it. But I think it'll be a good place. It's 2 bedrooms and 1 bath upstairs with wood floors, about 950 sf. It also has an oversized laundry room and two exterior storage units. The basement is 2 more bedrooms, a large living area and a smaller kitchen and bath, about 800 sf. It has tons of storage - linen closet, hall closet, pantry, and good closets in all the bedrooms. It has a large backyard (plenty of room for a swing set) and two covered parking spaces. It's in a great location - from there we can walk to the gym, the park, the library, the yarn store, yoga, two grocery stores, and lots of restaurants & bars. It is by far less expensive than any other duplex in comparable condition in this neighborhood. I mean, waaaay cheaper.



We like it because it'll give us the flexibility of having quite a bit of room with the baby and Jen & Micah and working from home, but it also has a built-in contingency plan. If anything drastic happened to us financially, we could always retract to 1 unit and rent out the other. Which hopefully will not happen. And then some day down the road it will serve as 2 more rental units for us when we decide to move into a more glamorous place. :)

Once we get a few must-do repairs out of the way, the next order of business will to cuten it up a little. Maybe some shutters in the front, definitely some paint and landscaping. It certainly has lots of room for improvement in the curb appeal department, but that's always the fun part of making a place your own.

Another healthy checkup

We had our Week 31 checkup with the midwife today. Everything's looking good. My blood pressure is still nice and low, baby's heart is beating at a good rate, and my weight gain isn't too crazy. I've already gained 25 lbs. so far! The target gain is 25-35 lbs. for someone with my starting BMI, so my guess is I'll be on the upper end of the target range. They say between now and the end you pretty much gain a pound a week. That might explain why I feel and sound like an elephant clomping around the house. The whole floor seems to shake at my every step.

I got one piece of very happy news. The baby has turned, so she is in position for birth. I'm proud of the little darlin for being so on top of things! There's no guarantee she'll stay put between now and showtime, but somehow it puts my mind at ease. If you're baby is breech they pressure you big time to get a C-section, and I would really like to avoid that.

The midwife shared with us another interesting tidbit. She said first babies tend to be late, especially in moms whose normal cycles are longer than 28 days. (I have very long cycles.) She said don't circle your due date on the calendar and think that's when baby will show herself; pretty much add two weeks to your due date. We'll just have to wait and see.

If she is a little later, that might give us a chance to get settled in a new house before she comes. The seller of the duplex we put an offer on accepted our offer! We go Thursday for the inspection, and I plan to take some pictures then. I warn you, it ain't much to look at right now. But it has good possibilities.

Oh and the other nice thing that happened at my visit today was the midwife gave the birth plan I wrote 2 thumbs up. What, praytell, is a birth plan you ask? They're all the rage these days; it gives control freak first time parents like us a chance to put our two cents in with the medical staff before they come after you with the pitocin and the forceps. Birth plans are supposed to convey your wishes for the birth; they have, however, developed kind of a sour reputation among many medical people who get tired of hearing "don't do this" and "don't do that." I tried to write a plan that conveyed our preferences while at the same time acknowledging the expertise of the medical staff. I'm just glad our midwife liked it!

Weekend Roundup

Ah, what a nice weekend we've had. Friday night our friend Amanda invited us to go up to her mom's condo in Winter Park. Saturday Arwen snowboarded with her and some of her buds all day - "shredding the gnar" as the kids around here say - while I hung out with her mom Ruth and her mom's friend Judy. Ruth and Judy had planned a nice quiet weekend of knitting, reading and taking in the mountain views, which was just what the doctor ordered for me. It's kind of funny to hang out with people that are quite a bit older than yourself and think, "This is just my speed!" I even managed to squeeze in a much-overdue nap.

Arwen returned from a productive day on the slopes sore and exhausted. At my prodding we went down to enjoy the condo's hot tub and pool. Don't worry Dear Reader, I only dangled my legs in the hot tub. (Hot tubs are banned during pregnancy.) Mostly I swam in the heated pool. It was so nice. And yes, I found myself far more buoyant than normal.

It was my first time to go for a swim since getting pregnant, partly because I never managed to procure a proper maternity swimsuit for myself. We have a nice heated pool just down the street from us at our gym, but I've felt a little funny about baring the belly for all to see in my bikini. That swim was so nice though - and it's one of the few things on the approved list of physical activity - that I have resolved to put modesty aside and go for a dip regularly.

Let's see... what else. Oh yes, I finished a cute little hat & bootie set for my new friend Molly, who is due 5 weeks before me. And I started in on a blanket for Roan. You can't tell from the picture, but it's incredibly soft. I also have a hat going for Arwen, but since we're down to only 9 weeks left it's time to switch it into high gear on the knitting for baby.

I also baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies this afternoon, in an attempt to satisfy my neverending craving for chocolate. And then while Arwen put together Roan's car seat and looked over its instruction booklet, I dug all the baby boxes out of our closet to put into them the gifts we've received over the past month or so. And tonight I plan to tackle the Baby Book.

Oh... I forgot the most important thing about this weekend. It looks like we may be getting a house! I hate to get too far ahead of myself, but we put in an offer and the seller actually countered! We countered again and hope to end up somewhere in the middle. If we actually end up getting it, I'll post some pictures. It doesn't have the gingerbread charm I was hoping for. Far from it - it's a square, flat looking ranch style. But it is also a duplex on a good sized lot in a perfect location with ample parking and a sturdy foundation. We plan to live in the whole thing - 2 br/1 ba upstairs and the same thing down. It'll be handy to have 2 kitchens. My sister & Micah are moving out here soon, so it'll be nice to be able to give them a place to stay until they're ready to get their own place. And then someday when we're ready to move into that wonderful gingerbread, we'll have 2 more rental units.

The only bummer is that even if all goes as planned, we probably won't be able to move in until after the baby comes. We have to give the tenants 30 days to vacate, and then at that point we still have some renovations to do. But that's alright. It'll just be nice to have a home again.

Week 30 photo

Thought you guys might want to see the latest belly pic. I'm really getting huge now, and loving it! Not feeling overly achey these days, even with all the added girth. I wake up most mornings with a stiff back and sore hips, but a few stretches and a hot shower take care of that. I feel lucky - I think I've had a pretty easy pregnancy so far.

I don't know what got into Roan last night, but she was kicking up a storm! This morning she seems to be sleeping in, but last night she was either disco dancing or doing aerobics. Sometimes it seemed like she was beating on my belly like a drum. Other times there would be this ocean-like wave across my belly. Wish I could've seen what she was up to in there!

Time for a poll

We're overdue for a poll dontcha think?

I've been thinking about getting my hair cut, and thinking about going for more than my usual trim. I've enjoyed having long hair for the last few years, but I'm starting to think that it may not be the most practical choice for after the baby comes. It takes a long time to dry and - when I get really industrious - fix. It also requires a lot of brushing or else it gets dreadfully tangled.

I'm thinking that rather than go months looking like a haggard new mom who hasn't had a chance to look in the mirror much less work on her coiffure, perhaps I'd be better served with a "wash 'n go" type hairstyle. Those of you who remember when I shaved my head know I'm not scared of making radical changes hair-wise. But my hair's been the same for so long I'm sort of at a loss for what to do with it. I'm leaning towards something shoulder length and layered, but maybe that's not realistic. Perhaps I should go back to something more pixie-ish.

Obviously I need some help here. Which is why I'm calling on you, Dear Reader. I thought it'd be cool to try out one of those virtual hairstyle web sites to figure out my new 'do. As you can see below, that proved to be an exercise in humor more than anything else. But I thought you might get a kick out of some of these...

How should I get my hair cut?
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Week 29... again

Arwen & I are spending a long weekend in Breckenridge. Not only did he want to get some more snowboarding in, but it's also time for Ullr (oo-lur) Fest, Breck's homage to the Norse god of snow. There's a parade down main street in which some people wear little more than viking horns and fur bikinis in 10* weather. It's pretty cool! Here's a web site.

I am actually working today and tomorrow, but I'm not complaining. I've got a beautiful view out the window of snow, pine and aspen trees. This whole working from home thing defintely has big benefits.

Oh so I should mention that contrary to past reports I am merely 29 weeks along not 30. I briefly lost control of the facts when I threw out my '06 calander. So as of this coming Sunday, we still have 10 weeks to go.

In the past few weeks I've noticed that I've gone from feeling completely terrified of birth to feeling ready for it, and even looking forward to it. Just a few more weeks and we get to meet our little peanut live and in person. I've been feeling strong and healthy and prepared. Reading books and taking classes has helped, as have the group midwife visits. I'm reading a really good book on birth right now by Ina Mae Gaskin, a now famous midwife who helped deliver thousands of babies on The Farm, a well known commune in Tennessee.

Even though I've been feeling good and strong, I am noticing - well really *Arwen* has been noticing - that my emotions are running higher again. Often when I open my mouth the "nice filter" that softens what I'm about to say has been removed, so I have been rather blunt lately. Maybe the hormones that prepare you psychologically to feel strong for birth turn you into a lioness all-around. I hope I can find a way to stay soft & sweet with my honey and yet still feel strong for birth.

Arwen has been wonderful lately. He is so protective, not wanting me to drive on the ice, cautioning me to watch my step going up and down stairs. At our birthing classes, he has been conscientiously taking notes and making lists. The Bradley classes are doing a good job of explaining all that he can do to help throughout the birthing process - and I know I will need him every step of the way. Things like what to feed me at what stages of labor, how to time my contractions, when to drive me to the hospital, and my personal favorite: how to rub my back!

The baby is kicking a lot more. She is amazingly strong. She also seems to have a personality already. When we try to feel around to locate her head or hands or feet, she usually moves away from us, as if to express her independence. Even still, Arwen distinctly felt her head and her hand a couple days ago. (He was pretty impressed with himself, and so was I!) Last night was the first time she kicked so much and so hard that I found it difficult to fall asleep. Her strong kicks have a strangely calming effect on me. I don't feel worried anymore about something going wrong. She seems so determined to be here in the big bright world.

Guess What: We Live in Frigging Antarctica

When we first moved to Denver we were puzzled by how often people from back home in Texas would ask us "How cold is it there?" "Are you buried in snow yet?" and other such questions. We puzzled at what the heck they were talking about as we relished in the many bright sunny days and the cool crisp weather. We laughed to each other, "What do they think this is, Antarctica?!"

Oh the error of our ways.

Oh sure, the first few snows we got melted off the very next day in the beautiful Colorado sunshine. But things started to change around Thanksgiving. When we returned from our Turkey Day road trip to Houston, we arrived in Denver in the middle of a blizzard. Three weeks later we found ourselves in the midst of another blizzard - this one being the doozy that everyone heard about in the news. A week after that, you got it, another blizzard. And this morning, we woke up to another snowstorm, this time getting about 8 inches!

Everyone we know who lives here says "This never happens!" And from the City's response to cleaning up all the snow, you would really think they're right. Roads haven't been plowed, sidewalks are icy and dangerous, there's a run on milk and bread, and hungry cows are stranded all over the state. People around here are in complete denial of the severity of the situation. When we were looking for a place to live here, one of the things I considered a "must have" because of the snow was covered parking. But so many local Denverites assured us, oh no, it almost never snows here. So we didn't bother with the covered parking. And wouldn't you know it, this winter we find ourselves out there sweeping a foot of snow off the car every time we turn around.

Truth be told though, we love the snow. It is so much nicer than the frequent rain we got in Houston. It's nice the way it brings a hush over the city and slows life down. It makes the whole city look sparkly and magical. It's lots of fun to snowshoe in. Arwen especially loves the cold, and I think just as much he loves having an excuse to be a homebody.

But we couldn't help laughing today as we were running errands, scuttling around like penguins on an iceberg. Arwen just blurted out, "Oh my gawd, we DO live in Antarctica!!"

What's New

Boy I'm getting sloppy about posting the "weekly" belly shots. This one is from this past Monday. I think we're 29 weeks now... We're really getting there! I am still feeling good and staying active for the most part. Although all the snow and ice on the ground has discouraged me for getting out and taking my walks. Don't think I mentioned it, but I had a little whoopsee the other day. We went out to try our new snowshoes out (super cool dude!) and one minute I was standing there and the next minute I was on my rear. It stung my pride more than anything - didn't come close at all to bumping the belly. But ever since then I've taken more care on the ice, Arwen points out every remotely slippery patch, and I've been known to take a walking stick with me.

I must say the City of Denver has not exactly done a stellar job of removing the snow and ice. All the major streets are clear, but most of the neighborhood streets require 4 wheel drive to navigate, and it's so bumpy it's rather unpleasant. Plus not all the sidewalks have been cleared, and even where they are clear there are big piles of snow at the curbs so crossing the street is a bit of an event. I'll admit that we haven't done our part either. I did shovel the front and back walk after the first snowstorm (and was mighty proud of myself!) but didn't bother with the last snow. Now that's partially melted and refrozen so it's pretty treacherous for our poor mailman, and I think the forecast is calling for more white stuff tomorrow or friday.

Anyway, like I said the cold and snow has not exactly been conducive to taking nice strolls through the park. So yesterday Arwen and I went to the gym to try to get back into our regular routine. For me it seemed a little pathetic. I felt I was really pushing myself just to do 20 minutes on the bike and 30 minutes walking on the treadmill. It's funny. I've seen a gradual decline in my ability to be active over the past month or so. A few weeks back I went snowshoeing up and down hills for 2 hours and didn't break a sweat. Compare that to last weekend when I could barely make it across the park and back without taking a million breaks.

Breathing has definitely gotten to be more difficult. Sometimes I find myself out of breath just from walking across our little apartment or even - if you can believe it - standing still! There have been times I've just been sitting here on the couch and suddenly feel like I need to catch my breath. It's an odd thing, but seems pretty common for at this point in pregnancy. More and more, baby encroaches on your diaphragm and lungs.

She has also been making her presence known more often and more forcefully. I'm not to the point yet where she's waking me up in the middle of the night, but it is beginning to feel a bit like that scene from Alien where the creature makes it's debut. An active baby is a healthy baby, and it always makes me smile to feel her moving.

Happy 2007!

What a year it's been. Arwen and I catalogued our favorite moments of 2006 over two big plates of food at our new favorite neighborhood Mexican restaurant. This year Arwen learned how to snowboard, we moved to the greatest city on the planet, we finally got knocked up after 2 years of trying, and he finally gave himself permission to make a change in his career for quality of life.

And we have so much to look forward to in the coming year. Micah and Jen will be joining us here in Denver, we will (hopefully!) be buying a house, we will cross over the threshold into parenthood together, and there will be a special new person in our lives. It doesn't get much better than that.

I love the coming of the New Year because it always makes me pause to appreciate what's come to pass and what lies ahead. It makes me take stock of where I'm at and where I want to go. Both Arwen and I are filled right now with a sense of contentment and optimism and security about where we are. Life is good right now. There is the sense that all hell may break loose in a little less than 3 months, and that is just perfectly ok. For everything there is a season. Now is a time of happy calm, come what may in the future.

May the coming year bring you much joy and many new beginnings.