5 signs you have a new baby in the house and might be sleep-deprived:
1) You wash your baby's clothes in dishwasher detergent.
2) You send emails to yourself instead of the people you intend to write to.
3) You start a two line email at 9am and don't finish it until late that night.
4) You clumsily knock over a vial of expressed breast milk your partner has worked so hard to produce.
5) Cold lasagne that's been sitting out for several hours, without a salad, starts to seem like a good meal.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
I'm sympathetic, really I am... (Anna)
A conversation overheard between Caroline and Emma
(FYI - Mumma=Anna; Mummy=Caroline):
Caroline [affectionately, high-pitched Mummy-ese voice]]: Hiya sweetie. I'm going to burp you, yes I am. And you're not going to projectile vomit all over me, are you. Nooo. Projectile vomiting is something you do on Mumma - it's special bonding time just between you and Mumma. No, you're not going to projectile vomit on Mummy. When Mummy burps you, you just do good solid burps. Ok. Yes. Ok?
Pause.
[loudly, not-so-affectionately] Awwwgh. Yuck!!!!!!! Anna can you pass me a cloth? I've got vomit running down my leg...
(FYI - Mumma=Anna; Mummy=Caroline):
Caroline [affectionately, high-pitched Mummy-ese voice]]: Hiya sweetie. I'm going to burp you, yes I am. And you're not going to projectile vomit all over me, are you. Nooo. Projectile vomiting is something you do on Mumma - it's special bonding time just between you and Mumma. No, you're not going to projectile vomit on Mummy. When Mummy burps you, you just do good solid burps. Ok. Yes. Ok?
Pause.
[loudly, not-so-affectionately] Awwwgh. Yuck!!!!!!! Anna can you pass me a cloth? I've got vomit running down my leg...
Saturday, March 28, 2009
50 things we love about our daughter
1. Her adorable squeaking. We call her Squeaky.
2. Her smell.
3. The softness of her hair.
4. The way she strokes her hair, fascinated by its texture.
5. The peaceful expression on her face when she farts and pees..
6. The way she bobs her head when she's hungry.
7. The way she stretches when she wakes up.
8. The way she turns a fart into a full-bodied activity.
9. Her gorgeous mouth.
10. The way her hair colour seems to change daily. Auburn, blonde, brown?
11. The fact that she can be lying asleep looking like an absolute angel and then let out an ungodly, rip-roaring FART.
12. Her snuggability when she is asleep in our arms.
13. Her possessiveness over Caroline's boobs.
14. Her fury when the breasts don't do what she wants.
15. Her wide range of facial expressions. Sometimes she looks ancient and full of the world's widsom.
16. Her soft, soft skin.
17. Her beautiful blue eyes.
18. The way she gazes around her as she takes in the world.
19. The way she quacks like a duck, nays like a pony and whimpers like a puppy.
20. Her fierce clutch and strong grip.
21. The expression on her face when we burp her.
22. The fact that she thinks burping time, feeding time and changing time are all just great opportunities for a nap.
23. Her active dream life.
24. Her "spiral" belly button.
25. Her little hands and little feet.
26. The expressiveness of her hands as they flail about. She can distract herself from anything.
27. Her wriggles.
28. Her hiccups.
29. The way she cries and grips our hands when she poos.
30. The way she folds herself up in the baby sling, as if she is is still in the womb.
31. Her slow unfurling of her limbs as she gets used to life on the outside.
32. Her peacefulness and calm, even in the middle of chaos.
33. Her trusting gaze.
34. The way she suckles and licks.
35. The way she looks at us as if we are completely insane...but loves us anyway.
36. The way she steadfastly refuses to wake up no matter how much we rub her back with a wet cloth (this drives us crazy too).
37. The way she starts at the sound of running water.
38. The way she kicks in time to music (she did this in the womb too).
39. The fact that we can't find the words to describe how we feel about her.
40. The look in Caroline's eyes when she holds her daughter.
41. The look in Anna's eyes when she holds her daughter.
42. Her tolerance and patience with us singing stupid songs to her (like "It's my farty and I'll poo if I want to" and "I love you and you love me, Now let's all try a poo and pee")
43. The way she holds her belly after a feed.
44. The fact that she drives us completely crazy sometimes but we still think it's worth every second.
45. The fact that she's going to take her own sweet time to do whatever needs to be done, and we can only go along with it.
46. The fact that within two days she had established the pecking order in our family. She is absolutely the alpha in this relationship. Good for her!
47. That of all the hours to choose as her "alert period" (yes, she does have one), she opts for around 3-4am when we are both at our lowest and have nothing left.
48. The way she sprawls in our arms as if we are comfortable lounge chairs.
49. The way that, occasionally, we see a glimpse of a fiery spirit who will scream bloody murder when she needs to.
50. The fact that she's ours and we don't have to give her back.
2. Her smell.
3. The softness of her hair.
4. The way she strokes her hair, fascinated by its texture.
5. The peaceful expression on her face when she farts and pees..
6. The way she bobs her head when she's hungry.
7. The way she stretches when she wakes up.
8. The way she turns a fart into a full-bodied activity.
9. Her gorgeous mouth.
10. The way her hair colour seems to change daily. Auburn, blonde, brown?
11. The fact that she can be lying asleep looking like an absolute angel and then let out an ungodly, rip-roaring FART.
12. Her snuggability when she is asleep in our arms.
13. Her possessiveness over Caroline's boobs.
14. Her fury when the breasts don't do what she wants.
15. Her wide range of facial expressions. Sometimes she looks ancient and full of the world's widsom.
16. Her soft, soft skin.
17. Her beautiful blue eyes.
18. The way she gazes around her as she takes in the world.
19. The way she quacks like a duck, nays like a pony and whimpers like a puppy.
20. Her fierce clutch and strong grip.
21. The expression on her face when we burp her.
22. The fact that she thinks burping time, feeding time and changing time are all just great opportunities for a nap.
23. Her active dream life.
24. Her "spiral" belly button.
25. Her little hands and little feet.
26. The expressiveness of her hands as they flail about. She can distract herself from anything.
27. Her wriggles.
28. Her hiccups.
29. The way she cries and grips our hands when she poos.
30. The way she folds herself up in the baby sling, as if she is is still in the womb.
31. Her slow unfurling of her limbs as she gets used to life on the outside.
32. Her peacefulness and calm, even in the middle of chaos.
33. Her trusting gaze.
34. The way she suckles and licks.
35. The way she looks at us as if we are completely insane...but loves us anyway.
36. The way she steadfastly refuses to wake up no matter how much we rub her back with a wet cloth (this drives us crazy too).
37. The way she starts at the sound of running water.
38. The way she kicks in time to music (she did this in the womb too).
39. The fact that we can't find the words to describe how we feel about her.
40. The look in Caroline's eyes when she holds her daughter.
41. The look in Anna's eyes when she holds her daughter.
42. Her tolerance and patience with us singing stupid songs to her (like "It's my farty and I'll poo if I want to" and "I love you and you love me, Now let's all try a poo and pee")
43. The way she holds her belly after a feed.
44. The fact that she drives us completely crazy sometimes but we still think it's worth every second.
45. The fact that she's going to take her own sweet time to do whatever needs to be done, and we can only go along with it.
46. The fact that within two days she had established the pecking order in our family. She is absolutely the alpha in this relationship. Good for her!
47. That of all the hours to choose as her "alert period" (yes, she does have one), she opts for around 3-4am when we are both at our lowest and have nothing left.
48. The way she sprawls in our arms as if we are comfortable lounge chairs.
49. The way that, occasionally, we see a glimpse of a fiery spirit who will scream bloody murder when she needs to.
50. The fact that she's ours and we don't have to give her back.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Ode to Sleep (Anna)
Oh, mighty life affirming force, giver of peace, of hope. How I long for your presence in the darkness of the witching hours.
You used to creep into my bed at midnight and spoon-hug my soul, and stay ‘til after dawn. I would awake, refreshed by your presence.
On weekends, you stayed longer, gently caressing me beneath the warm, soft folds of the duvet . You left quietly, promising to return soon and often. You rejuvenated me, made me whole.
And now you have forsaken me. How I long for you, your guidance, your gentle, loving touch as I stare at my sleeping babe by streetlight in the hours before the birds sing. Without you, I am incomplete, a shadow of my former self.
Oh mighty Sleep, my muse, dear Lord I pray,
Please come back and visit me one day.
You used to creep into my bed at midnight and spoon-hug my soul, and stay ‘til after dawn. I would awake, refreshed by your presence.
On weekends, you stayed longer, gently caressing me beneath the warm, soft folds of the duvet . You left quietly, promising to return soon and often. You rejuvenated me, made me whole.
And now you have forsaken me. How I long for you, your guidance, your gentle, loving touch as I stare at my sleeping babe by streetlight in the hours before the birds sing. Without you, I am incomplete, a shadow of my former self.
Oh mighty Sleep, my muse, dear Lord I pray,
Please come back and visit me one day.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Supplies (Anna)
Aaaagh! Our fridge/freezer has broken. Again. Last time that happened, we lost $200 worth of groceries. This time, we have frozen meals cooked by friends to get us through baby-time, not to mention expressed breast milk!
We put in a horrified call to our landlord, who is now letting us use the freezer in an unoccupied apartment on the tenth flooor. It makes a casual amble over to the fridge a bit of a different proposition. Ours won't be fixed for another day or more, and we've lost a bit of food but have saved most of it. But still, stressful.
We put in a horrified call to our landlord, who is now letting us use the freezer in an unoccupied apartment on the tenth flooor. It makes a casual amble over to the fridge a bit of a different proposition. Ours won't be fixed for another day or more, and we've lost a bit of food but have saved most of it. But still, stressful.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Into the big, big world (Anna)
We had to laugh at ourselves today, our first trip into the big wide world with just the three of us. We went all the way up the big, scary hill to Shoppers. If you know our neightbourhood, you'll know that this is a long and arduous trip that takes an intrepid explorer a good five minutes to conquer and that the Shoppers is full of terrible threats to a newborn. We both felt very vulnerable and Emmy looked so small and fragile in her stroller. And it was raining! We both felt a strong need to make sure she was safe and warm and snug and protected. I must have peeped in to look at her at least every two metres, and when it was Caroline's turn to push, I had to bite my tongue to avoid reminding her not to let go of the handle so that the stroller didn't roll down the hill. Caroline pretended to be calm, but confessed at the end that it was all show and that she had an insane desire to tuck our daughter up on her chest and breastfeed her for hours to help her to overcome her terrible trauma of going out into "the world".
Needless to say, we survived. Oh the joys of being a new parent! :)
Needless to say, we survived. Oh the joys of being a new parent! :)
Pretty in Pink (Anna)
We are resigned that Emma will probably have to get her fashion sense from people other than us, especially if she has a penchant for pink. This week, we were reassured that she will indeed have fashion guidance of the highest quality.
There's a guy in our building who dances at one of the local gay clubs and has a drag queen act. He is very tall, incredibly stylish and the kind of guy who can actually get away with wearing boots that lace up to the thigh. We often bump into him in the elevator late on Fridays and Saturdays as he comes and goes from shows. Our conversations usually focus on his latest costumes, which are outrageous and incredible, and whether his audience for the evening is appreciative. Until this week, we didn't know his name.
He knocked on our door this week to give us a package for Emma - a very stylish pink outfit for her for when she is a bit older. He had obviously spent a considerable amount of energy selecting the perfect outfit for her. We were very touched. If our daughter can be half as stylish as he is, she will be on the right track.
There's a guy in our building who dances at one of the local gay clubs and has a drag queen act. He is very tall, incredibly stylish and the kind of guy who can actually get away with wearing boots that lace up to the thigh. We often bump into him in the elevator late on Fridays and Saturdays as he comes and goes from shows. Our conversations usually focus on his latest costumes, which are outrageous and incredible, and whether his audience for the evening is appreciative. Until this week, we didn't know his name.
He knocked on our door this week to give us a package for Emma - a very stylish pink outfit for her for when she is a bit older. He had obviously spent a considerable amount of energy selecting the perfect outfit for her. We were very touched. If our daughter can be half as stylish as he is, she will be on the right track.
House guest extreme
Hero of the week: our friend Anna who came to visit for two days. She tidied up our home birth supplies, did laundry, helped me with a huge shop, organized our house. cooked oodles of food for our freezer, took care of us and generally made us feel human again and ready to go into the second week of parenthood. Anna - thank you!Saturday, March 21, 2009
Philosophical musings (Anna)
In a day of projectile poos shooting across the room, and projectile vomit wiping out yet another t-shirt and pair of pants, Caroline said to Emma, "Hey litttle one. This milk is warm and rich and has everything you need. It's been created just for you and it's right in front of your nose. All you have to do is find the motivation to open your mouth and it's all yours. Everything you could want."
And I wondered: maybe this a metaphor for life.
And then, as if to bring me back to Earth, Emmy spat up again.
And I wondered: maybe this a metaphor for life.
And then, as if to bring me back to Earth, Emmy spat up again.
Friday, March 20, 2009
A week in words (Anna)
Today, Emma is one week old. And it's been quite the week.
Here's the short version.
On Thursday last week, we went for an ultrasound. While there, our baby's heart beat dropped and we were told to go to Women's Hospital immediately. After monitoring, our baby's heart turned out to be fine, but the midwives were concerned about some other complications to do with "shoulder dystocia" - the potential for the baby to get stuck in the birth canal. Effects range from mild (needing help getting out) to infant death.
After long discussions with our midwives, the doctors and each other, weighing the risks and talking through the implications, we decided that the risks were too great and we decided to have our baby through a Casearean birth. Quite the departure from our hoped for home birth, but we had always agreed that our plan was to go with the flow and respond to whatever Caroline's body and our baby needed. And this, we decided, was it. Decision made, we were sent home from the hospital as we awaited scheduling for the birth.
Meanwhile, Caroline was going into early labour! What are the chances! A day of "Braxton Hicks" (practice contractions) turned into actual contractions and got closer and closer together. C and I went out to dinner (after all, we could be becoming parents the next day) and I found myself timing her contractions while she sucked on her knuckles. My job was to keep the waiters away. She even bumped into a colleague of hers who commented "Not long now, hey?" If only she knew.
We were both a bit disbelieving that this was actual labour, but the signs were pretty unambiguous. Eventually, we ended up back at the hospital, where our midwives asked us whether we wanted to reconsider our decision to have a Casearean. After all, Caroline's body was actually in labour and she was progressing well. That was hard! It had already been a difficult decision and now we had to revisit it (in between contractions). We decided that the risk factors hadn't fundamentally changed and decided - again - to have a Casearean. It then took the hosptital over 6 hours to pull together an OR and a team. So Caroline went through around 10-12 hours of labour and was well and truly in active labour by the time her "turn" came up. I'm grateful for the opportunity to go through that with her, even under less than ideal circumstances. She was amazing.
"Baby girl Rueckert" came into the world at 7.10 on Friday morning. I helped the nurses to do their checks (and fumbled my way through putting on her first nappy, all thumbs, despite having put on quite a few nappies in my time - speaks to my state of mind!) and then Caroline and I held our baby to her cheek while the doctors did their magic on her belly. We named her Emma Catherine Rueckert Lidstone and gazed at her in awe. She is very healthy Her apgars were excellent and she is flourishing.
Caseareans are not exactly minor procedures. The last week has involved a lot of nursing Caroline through some hard pain, our share of frustrations with hospitals and medical procedures, some scares with Emma's health (now resolved), a lot of pumping breast milk while Emma figures out her "latching" challenges, settling in at home after our discharge from the hospital, and, yes, staring adoringly at our beautiful, amazing, fantastic, little one.
And today, she is one week old.
Here's the short version.
On Thursday last week, we went for an ultrasound. While there, our baby's heart beat dropped and we were told to go to Women's Hospital immediately. After monitoring, our baby's heart turned out to be fine, but the midwives were concerned about some other complications to do with "shoulder dystocia" - the potential for the baby to get stuck in the birth canal. Effects range from mild (needing help getting out) to infant death.
After long discussions with our midwives, the doctors and each other, weighing the risks and talking through the implications, we decided that the risks were too great and we decided to have our baby through a Casearean birth. Quite the departure from our hoped for home birth, but we had always agreed that our plan was to go with the flow and respond to whatever Caroline's body and our baby needed. And this, we decided, was it. Decision made, we were sent home from the hospital as we awaited scheduling for the birth.
Meanwhile, Caroline was going into early labour! What are the chances! A day of "Braxton Hicks" (practice contractions) turned into actual contractions and got closer and closer together. C and I went out to dinner (after all, we could be becoming parents the next day) and I found myself timing her contractions while she sucked on her knuckles. My job was to keep the waiters away. She even bumped into a colleague of hers who commented "Not long now, hey?" If only she knew.
We were both a bit disbelieving that this was actual labour, but the signs were pretty unambiguous. Eventually, we ended up back at the hospital, where our midwives asked us whether we wanted to reconsider our decision to have a Casearean. After all, Caroline's body was actually in labour and she was progressing well. That was hard! It had already been a difficult decision and now we had to revisit it (in between contractions). We decided that the risk factors hadn't fundamentally changed and decided - again - to have a Casearean. It then took the hosptital over 6 hours to pull together an OR and a team. So Caroline went through around 10-12 hours of labour and was well and truly in active labour by the time her "turn" came up. I'm grateful for the opportunity to go through that with her, even under less than ideal circumstances. She was amazing.
"Baby girl Rueckert" came into the world at 7.10 on Friday morning. I helped the nurses to do their checks (and fumbled my way through putting on her first nappy, all thumbs, despite having put on quite a few nappies in my time - speaks to my state of mind!) and then Caroline and I held our baby to her cheek while the doctors did their magic on her belly. We named her Emma Catherine Rueckert Lidstone and gazed at her in awe. She is very healthy Her apgars were excellent and she is flourishing.
Caseareans are not exactly minor procedures. The last week has involved a lot of nursing Caroline through some hard pain, our share of frustrations with hospitals and medical procedures, some scares with Emma's health (now resolved), a lot of pumping breast milk while Emma figures out her "latching" challenges, settling in at home after our discharge from the hospital, and, yes, staring adoringly at our beautiful, amazing, fantastic, little one.
And today, she is one week old.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Emma Catherine Rueckert Lidstone
Born on Friday 13 March, strong, healthy and absolutely gorgeous.
Mums and bub doing well.
Mums and bub doing well.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Global Parent (Anna)
Good news!
With 9 days to go before our baby is due, Australia now has federal legislation recognizing same-sex parents!
This is a huge deal for us. Prior to a few weeks ago, I would have been recognized as a parent in Canada and then flown back to Australia and lost all of my parental rights. It's like a crazy game of peek-a-boo. "Here's your Mum! Where's she gone?" One minute a legal parent, the next a legal stranger. If we were ever back in Australia and something happened to Caroline, I would have had to hightail it to the Canadian embassy to reassert my parental rights (which I would lose again outside the gates).
Which doesn't seem like a huge deal (after all, it's the emotional stuff that matters, right? Right?) until you count up all the ways you can get screwed if you are not recognized as a parent. Everything from giving permission for medical procedures, to being allowed to travel with the child, to being allowed to make schooling decisions...not to mention custody rights in the case of seperation, etc, etc. The kinds of rights you completely take for granted...until you don't have them.
It hasn't just been a problem practically (and, after all, we do live in Canada and so would have been much more protected than couples living permanently in Australia, and many other places around the world) but also emotionally. I've never been able to understand how Caroline and I can go through this process so much as a team, with every decision a joint one, and then somehow she ends up with full rights and I end up with nothing. It just doesn't make sense. And it has also left me completely vulnerable - if Caroline and I ever broke up and she moved back to Australia, it would have been her good will and ethics that would have protected me, not the law (and, of course, good will is usually available in spades between couples after a break-up!)
But now Australia has come aboard!! Now, when I go back to see my family, I don't have to sacrifice my family to do it.
A beautiful case of the political having huge implications for the personal.
With 9 days to go before our baby is due, Australia now has federal legislation recognizing same-sex parents!
This is a huge deal for us. Prior to a few weeks ago, I would have been recognized as a parent in Canada and then flown back to Australia and lost all of my parental rights. It's like a crazy game of peek-a-boo. "Here's your Mum! Where's she gone?" One minute a legal parent, the next a legal stranger. If we were ever back in Australia and something happened to Caroline, I would have had to hightail it to the Canadian embassy to reassert my parental rights (which I would lose again outside the gates).
Which doesn't seem like a huge deal (after all, it's the emotional stuff that matters, right? Right?) until you count up all the ways you can get screwed if you are not recognized as a parent. Everything from giving permission for medical procedures, to being allowed to travel with the child, to being allowed to make schooling decisions...not to mention custody rights in the case of seperation, etc, etc. The kinds of rights you completely take for granted...until you don't have them.
It hasn't just been a problem practically (and, after all, we do live in Canada and so would have been much more protected than couples living permanently in Australia, and many other places around the world) but also emotionally. I've never been able to understand how Caroline and I can go through this process so much as a team, with every decision a joint one, and then somehow she ends up with full rights and I end up with nothing. It just doesn't make sense. And it has also left me completely vulnerable - if Caroline and I ever broke up and she moved back to Australia, it would have been her good will and ethics that would have protected me, not the law (and, of course, good will is usually available in spades between couples after a break-up!)
But now Australia has come aboard!! Now, when I go back to see my family, I don't have to sacrifice my family to do it.
A beautiful case of the political having huge implications for the personal.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Belly Love (Caroline)
I'm on mat leave so finally have time to breathe!
We went for a long walk today along the Sea Wall. Anna wanted to take photos of the belly before it's too late. Lo and behold, it turns out that our old trusty hand-me-down camera is no longer so trusty! Result: mad dash to camera shop to buy replacement. You can guarantee that the minute we don't have a camera handy I'm going to go into labour. And then of course we had to try it out!
These photos are extracts from the belly series....
As you can see, my profile has changed somewhat...
I love these photos the best. A snapshot of Anna having deep and meaningfuls with our little one. She's going to make an incredible Mumma!
Of course, the camera also brought out the playful side of us both. So here's us being the true goofs that we are!
Friday, March 6, 2009
To see or not to see (Anna)
My glasses snapped the other day. Right in half. An hour with a bottle of glue got me no closer to fixing them.
I reverted to an old pair, literally held together by thread so the arm doesn't fall off. They slip off my nose when I wear them. The prescription is a little old, so my view of the world took a turn for the worse.
And then this morning, from the bathroom, I heard Caroline say "Oh shit". When I appeared on the scene, she said "I'm really sorry. I stepped on your glasses." Now I am notorious for leaving my glasses in bad places, so I sighed, and rolled my eyes (at myself) and said "Oh well, they shouldn't have been on the floor anyway. Serves me right." Caroline replied "Well, actually, I knocked them off the sink with my belly, and then I couldn't see where they had gone and I stepped on them while I was looking for them." Which of course made me melt, because any reference to the beautiful belly has that effect on me.
So, I learnt two things today.
1) Apparently, I'm not meant to see much this week.
2) Kids break stuff. Even before they're born :)
So I guess there's a new thing on my list. Buy glasses.
I reverted to an old pair, literally held together by thread so the arm doesn't fall off. They slip off my nose when I wear them. The prescription is a little old, so my view of the world took a turn for the worse.
And then this morning, from the bathroom, I heard Caroline say "Oh shit". When I appeared on the scene, she said "I'm really sorry. I stepped on your glasses." Now I am notorious for leaving my glasses in bad places, so I sighed, and rolled my eyes (at myself) and said "Oh well, they shouldn't have been on the floor anyway. Serves me right." Caroline replied "Well, actually, I knocked them off the sink with my belly, and then I couldn't see where they had gone and I stepped on them while I was looking for them." Which of course made me melt, because any reference to the beautiful belly has that effect on me.
So, I learnt two things today.
1) Apparently, I'm not meant to see much this week.
2) Kids break stuff. Even before they're born :)
So I guess there's a new thing on my list. Buy glasses.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
38 weeks (Anna)
38 weeks. Ergo, two weeks to due date. But first babies are usually late.
The phone calls have begun. "Any news?" "Has the baby been born yet?" I suspect we'll get more of them before we have anything to tell.
And we're both getting very curious about our baby. There's the obvious "Is it a boy or a girl?" question, which everyone is very interested in. There isn't a single person in our extended family/friends network who thinks we're having a girl; everyone has guessed it's a boy. (Now's not the time to get into discussions about the limitations of binary oppositions.) I'm curious about other things, too. There was a conversation at work the other day about personality types. I want to know, is our baby an INFP, an ESTJ? I'm not my Mum's daughter for nothing :) Someone was joking about writing a book called "What colour is your baby's parachute?" Alas, I don't think that our baby's personality type will be part of the birth announcement; we may have to wait a while for that one. But, yes, curiosity is building.
And we're at the stage where everything might be a sign. Caroline says she's got a slight cramp or a bellyache or even a sore toe, and we both think, hmmm, maybe this is it. And one day, in the not too distant future, it will be.
The phone calls have begun. "Any news?" "Has the baby been born yet?" I suspect we'll get more of them before we have anything to tell.
And we're both getting very curious about our baby. There's the obvious "Is it a boy or a girl?" question, which everyone is very interested in. There isn't a single person in our extended family/friends network who thinks we're having a girl; everyone has guessed it's a boy. (Now's not the time to get into discussions about the limitations of binary oppositions.) I'm curious about other things, too. There was a conversation at work the other day about personality types. I want to know, is our baby an INFP, an ESTJ? I'm not my Mum's daughter for nothing :) Someone was joking about writing a book called "What colour is your baby's parachute?" Alas, I don't think that our baby's personality type will be part of the birth announcement; we may have to wait a while for that one. But, yes, curiosity is building.
And we're at the stage where everything might be a sign. Caroline says she's got a slight cramp or a bellyache or even a sore toe, and we both think, hmmm, maybe this is it. And one day, in the not too distant future, it will be.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Heroes (Anna)
Last weekend, our friend Jay came to stay. Jay is a trained chef and cooked oodles of food for us for after the baby arrives. Now that's what I call a welcome house guest.
This week's domestic hero was our friend Anna who came to help us sort out our kitchen! We could now eat off the kitchen floor...or give birth on it? Anna has said that any time she comes to stay after the baby's born, she's going to do something like scrub the bath, clean out the fridge etc and that that's one of the conditions she has for visiting. She was so assertive, I guess we have no choice but to agree...:)
This week's domestic hero was our friend Anna who came to help us sort out our kitchen! We could now eat off the kitchen floor...or give birth on it? Anna has said that any time she comes to stay after the baby's born, she's going to do something like scrub the bath, clean out the fridge etc and that that's one of the conditions she has for visiting. She was so assertive, I guess we have no choice but to agree...:)
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