fire up, buttercup
On Tuesday the 26th, we went to our second childbirth class at MGH. They sure did their best to scare us into buying into the PAIN of labor and delivery. There was a lot of nervous laughter filling the room and when they showed us this natural birth video, there wasn't a comfortable face in the whole room. We got to sample the discomfort when the leader asked the women to grab some ice cubes and hold them in the palm of our hands tightly as "the contraction" wore on. Our partners tried various methods to comfort us. I just don't know if anything is going to work. I'd like to choose the option where I'm completely comatose and just wake up to a beautiful baby girl with all her fingers and toes. "Y'all go on ahead, I'll catch up later."
The other thought in the back of my head is this: maybe, just MAYBE, I'm in the small percentage of women who never feel labor and then look down only to say, "Oops, Rosa Jane, when did you get here?"
The other possibility of course is that we go into labor during our what would be a normal 31+ hour car ride to Austin. On all the web sites, they recommend pregnant women stop every hour to walk around... Good Lord... I just don't think I could handle making the journey twice as long for everyone! It seems ridiculous. But oh, what a story to tell! That is, it would be funny as long as she wasn't born in Arkansas. I think I'd have to have Don drive like hell to get us to God's country in just the nick of time. Texarkana, the Texas side, would do just fine. ;-)
We gave the moving company the date of Aug. 24 to come get our stuff. It's been a stressful couple of days as we tried to wrap our heads around everything that that means. Especially when we don't have an address at the other end, but we spent yesterday purging and I think maybe everything is going to be okay after all.
Deep Inhale, think "I AM..." exhale "...relaxed."
Deep inhale, think "I AM..." exhale "...strong."
Deep inhale, think "I CAN..." exhale "...do this."
Which is worse? The pain of childbirth or a 60 hour drive to Texas during the heat of summer?
Or should I say, which would YOU rather?? The pain of childbirth or a 60 hour drive to Texas during the heat of summer?
Too bad I'll have to suffer both. Woe is me!
Thursday, July 28
Sunday, July 24
Reply Hazy Try Again Later
fire up, buttercup
Things are really starting to take shape now! We've made a long overdue improvement to our home on Friday (got the masterbath toilet working) and come tomorrow we've got an appointment with a moving company to give us a quote on what it will take to get us and our stuff to Austin come the last full week of August. Don will visit A-town in the next 10 days and hopefully make some strong connections with some recruiters and maybe even some hiring companies and will find us a dandy place to hang our hats for the next year. As for me? You'll find me in the depths of our closets... cleaning out things that we'll never use again... can you say bye-bye artic weather coats? YEEHAW!! It's pretty exciting and maybe just a little overwhelming but we're babystepping and doing the work.
Robyna is definitely in on our move with us! We'll drive to DC to pick her up and take that funny girl with us on our big adventure. How GRAND!!!
Yesterday and today the weather has been and is a gorgeous 75 degrees. We walked all around downtown and went to see Wedding Crashers and laughed our heads off. It's a very funny movie.
During our walk, my fingertips swelled up from the pregnancy and I thought they were going to explode.
Last Thursday, we had an appointment with a midwife since our doctor was out of town. It went really well, and she was so sweet and Mary Poppins-like. All signs point to a normal, healthy pregnancy and that's so very exciting... Just 8 weeks left!
Things are really starting to take shape now! We've made a long overdue improvement to our home on Friday (got the masterbath toilet working) and come tomorrow we've got an appointment with a moving company to give us a quote on what it will take to get us and our stuff to Austin come the last full week of August. Don will visit A-town in the next 10 days and hopefully make some strong connections with some recruiters and maybe even some hiring companies and will find us a dandy place to hang our hats for the next year. As for me? You'll find me in the depths of our closets... cleaning out things that we'll never use again... can you say bye-bye artic weather coats? YEEHAW!! It's pretty exciting and maybe just a little overwhelming but we're babystepping and doing the work.
Robyna is definitely in on our move with us! We'll drive to DC to pick her up and take that funny girl with us on our big adventure. How GRAND!!!
Yesterday and today the weather has been and is a gorgeous 75 degrees. We walked all around downtown and went to see Wedding Crashers and laughed our heads off. It's a very funny movie.
During our walk, my fingertips swelled up from the pregnancy and I thought they were going to explode.
Last Thursday, we had an appointment with a midwife since our doctor was out of town. It went really well, and she was so sweet and Mary Poppins-like. All signs point to a normal, healthy pregnancy and that's so very exciting... Just 8 weeks left!
Monday, July 18
$@?! Floats
fire up, buttercup
Yesterday on our afternoon walk with the dogs, we ran into our friend, a Townie. She's lived in "concrete city" (as she referred to it) for 58 years and finally sold her place to a multi-millionaire and bought a small place in Revere on the beach. She's leaving next month. As we parted ways, she said "$@?! floats" and I think she was referring to all her worries and how things will seem better once she's got her harbor view. I tend to agree.
Yesterday on our afternoon walk with the dogs, we ran into our friend, a Townie. She's lived in "concrete city" (as she referred to it) for 58 years and finally sold her place to a multi-millionaire and bought a small place in Revere on the beach. She's leaving next month. As we parted ways, she said "$@?! floats" and I think she was referring to all her worries and how things will seem better once she's got her harbor view. I tend to agree.
Saturday, July 16
Color Me Done
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Well, my days as an official full-time class-takin' New England School of Photography student are over. KDogg and I celebrated with fancy smancy pedicures and manicures -- Melon of Troy, please.
Tom made me go first for presentations. I played the weepy girl and several classmates said, "You almost made me cry!" which my first reaction felt like -- "You almost won the Oscar!" But when I think further about who these 'mates are -- stone cold pure blooded Bostonians -- I guess it's about as high as a compliment as you can get. Right now, I find the images are hard to look at because I feel so emotional about them and they feel very raw and powerful to me.
We had the realtor come last week -- the same day I dyed my hair back to its original roots -- and she recommends we move out, get hardwood floors and then put the house on the market right after Labor Day. Whew, that's a tall order and a lot to think about, but with no more school and nothing to do in the days ahead, why not start throwing stuff out and getting more organized for an adventure that is sure to have us on the edge of our seats?
I like the thought of being in Richland for Labor Day.
Nevermind all the inbetween drama I just skipped over to envision that sweet time with family as a Texan on native soil again.
Well, my days as an official full-time class-takin' New England School of Photography student are over. KDogg and I celebrated with fancy smancy pedicures and manicures -- Melon of Troy, please.
Tom made me go first for presentations. I played the weepy girl and several classmates said, "You almost made me cry!" which my first reaction felt like -- "You almost won the Oscar!" But when I think further about who these 'mates are -- stone cold pure blooded Bostonians -- I guess it's about as high as a compliment as you can get. Right now, I find the images are hard to look at because I feel so emotional about them and they feel very raw and powerful to me.
We had the realtor come last week -- the same day I dyed my hair back to its original roots -- and she recommends we move out, get hardwood floors and then put the house on the market right after Labor Day. Whew, that's a tall order and a lot to think about, but with no more school and nothing to do in the days ahead, why not start throwing stuff out and getting more organized for an adventure that is sure to have us on the edge of our seats?
I like the thought of being in Richland for Labor Day.
Nevermind all the inbetween drama I just skipped over to envision that sweet time with family as a Texan on native soil again.
Wednesday, July 13
Texas, My Texas, What Big Teeth You Have!
fire up, buttercup
The big wheels are starting to roll as we talk to a realtor later today. I've been a big emotional mess for the last three days, but I am starting to see the light again and I know everything will be fine. Sometimes though, when you're 7 months pregnant, you'll find it's real fun to get all worked up about being without a nest (temporarily, even) and just trying to wrap my head around all the change that will happen as soon as Rosa Jane starts making her move outside the womb. You should see my belly with all the weird and wacky "shifts" it makes at odd times as I'm clearly not the one in control. Rosa Jane already has my number. Watch out, world! Don't say I didn't warn you!
So at the end of the day, or at the wee hours of the beginning of a new day, like it is now, I've got the love of my life sweetly holding my hand, two precious pups and just these two buckets full of hopes and dreams.
We're hoping that Robyna will get to join us as we all make the epic journey down South. That would really be something if it all works out. It's the stuff good novels are made up of and I don't know why really, but Larry McMurtry's Lonesome Dove comes to mind...
The big wheels are starting to roll as we talk to a realtor later today. I've been a big emotional mess for the last three days, but I am starting to see the light again and I know everything will be fine. Sometimes though, when you're 7 months pregnant, you'll find it's real fun to get all worked up about being without a nest (temporarily, even) and just trying to wrap my head around all the change that will happen as soon as Rosa Jane starts making her move outside the womb. You should see my belly with all the weird and wacky "shifts" it makes at odd times as I'm clearly not the one in control. Rosa Jane already has my number. Watch out, world! Don't say I didn't warn you!
So at the end of the day, or at the wee hours of the beginning of a new day, like it is now, I've got the love of my life sweetly holding my hand, two precious pups and just these two buckets full of hopes and dreams.
We're hoping that Robyna will get to join us as we all make the epic journey down South. That would really be something if it all works out. It's the stuff good novels are made up of and I don't know why really, but Larry McMurtry's Lonesome Dove comes to mind...
Sunday, July 3
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