Saturday, September 29, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
little egg
thanks to my friend laura for reminding me to celebrate today, as it is the fall equinox....a day that marks the start of fall and a day of balance...wherein length of daytime = length of nighttime. so as i was searching for festive ways to take in the day, i came across an ancient rumor that some believe that you can balance a raw egg on it's end today. today being a day of mystical balance. ive read it does take some patience and persistance, so stick with it if you try. if you miss it today, try it again in six months on the spring equinox. (wonder if this is how eggs came to be associated with easter??) ...there are of course some critics out there saying that this is purely 'bad astrology' and i doubt i can convince my scientist of a husband to go along with the egg balancing thing without researching the data on such an absurd rumor, but heck, i'll still give it a try.
wonder if lil' egg of a pearson is standing on his head, or his rump.
wonder if lil' egg of a pearson is standing on his head, or his rump.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
what's in a name
so johnny cash sings about a song about "a boy named sue"
who's dad left him, but not before giving him the name sue. he was traumatized his whole life, with the only choice but to become extra strong, which was what his dad wanted for him in the first place. the power of a name...
don't worry lil' pearson, we won't name you sue.
william shakespeare writes about the importance of a name between lovers; a name is what holds them apart...
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? !
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? !
don't worry lil' pearson, we won't name you Montague...
Abbot and Costello preform a routine that ends up in an argument all because of a name...
don't worry lil' pearson, we won't name you "Who"...or "What"...or "I Don't Know."
the one thing we can quite figure out is what in the world are we going to name you????
Friday, September 21, 2007
family
my friends dad died last week. at age 60, he suddenly died. a massive heart attack as he was traveling in the airport.
i've been thinking not only about my friend and his family and feeling sympathy for their grief of such a sudden loss, but it's also made me think about family in general ...about the bond between parents and children. early on in life it's such an open connection, such a dependence between child and parent-- a relationship i'm beginning to enter into, but on the other side. the dependence fades, but the bond is still there. it will be always in the debths of our souls. none of us is invincable. the one thing in life that is "known" is that some day, at some time we will all 'pass on.' we will leave and we will be left, to pass on to whatever or who ever is next. the one 'known' in life, and yet when are we ever prepared?
as i embrace new life, i want to embrace all that life brings. i work with patients every day who have experienced huge trauma in life; they and their families teach me persistance & love through such significant challenge. my hope for myself is to be a parent who can keep focused on the day at hand, and the love at hand, and to try to instill this in my child. not to fear what is next, but embrace life as it is...full of energy that is never created or distroyed, but is altered over time. family and community...will grow and change over time, but energy created by these bonds should continue to always keep us strong. i'm so glad to have you all as part of my family and my community.
i've been thinking not only about my friend and his family and feeling sympathy for their grief of such a sudden loss, but it's also made me think about family in general ...about the bond between parents and children. early on in life it's such an open connection, such a dependence between child and parent-- a relationship i'm beginning to enter into, but on the other side. the dependence fades, but the bond is still there. it will be always in the debths of our souls. none of us is invincable. the one thing in life that is "known" is that some day, at some time we will all 'pass on.' we will leave and we will be left, to pass on to whatever or who ever is next. the one 'known' in life, and yet when are we ever prepared?
as i embrace new life, i want to embrace all that life brings. i work with patients every day who have experienced huge trauma in life; they and their families teach me persistance & love through such significant challenge. my hope for myself is to be a parent who can keep focused on the day at hand, and the love at hand, and to try to instill this in my child. not to fear what is next, but embrace life as it is...full of energy that is never created or distroyed, but is altered over time. family and community...will grow and change over time, but energy created by these bonds should continue to always keep us strong. i'm so glad to have you all as part of my family and my community.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
big belly...little bladder
so my belly IS getting bigger, but not THAT much bigger, or so i think. i have noticed over the past few mos that my bladder doesn't do the 'holding' part of it's job quite as well. one of my PT friends showed me some squat exercises that seemed to clear it right up. well then the problem becomes that b/c there is no problem, the exercises cease and then the problem creeps back up. tonite it was chad and i at the farmers market, enjoying our dinner on the curb. i was laughing and drinking and ended up in quite a coughing fit...which ended up in an "every time i coughed i piddled a little"...after a few minutes of coughing the "piddle" was more like a "puddle."
we couldn't get our flowers at the market, we had to head straight home. jeez.
we couldn't get our flowers at the market, we had to head straight home. jeez.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
shirt stains and toilet drains...
so with this whole being pregnant thing comes quite a bit of clumsiness. i've been told this before, but really...it's true. i had the first tip off when i borrowed some maternity clothes from various friends and found that most of the shirts had stains. i wasn't quite sure what to think....as i've never really seen so many stains in my life. and it's consistent across the board, not just one clumsy friend or another...stains from strangers, stains from friends. i've gotten a lot of 'gently used' clothes in my life time, but never so many stains. well...now come to find out there are even more personally created stains. it seems to be a daily occurrence that i look down to find toothpaste on the stomach of the shirt, tonite it was a peach stain on my left breast. good thing i've cut out the beer and caffeine so that my drinking consists mostly of H2O as i spill at almost every meal. good thing there's a blow dryer at home and a hand dryer at work b/c they are getting a lot of use. is there some pregnancy related 'hole in the lower lip' syndrome i wasn't told about.
speaking of clumsy, i had a presentation in denver last week. i was rushing off (i've always been a little late, so i can't blame that on the pregnancy...or at least i haven't tried to yet) to beat rush hour and stopped off at the bathroom on the way. it was the patient bathroom that is often used for showers that time of day. i had my purse on and was concentrating on not letting it fall in the toilet, while in the meantime my pants are 1/2 way down and 'blurp,' there falls my pager into the toilet drain. i immediately went for the grab, and just then realized i'd forgotten to lock the door. pants, 1/2 way down, toilet water on my hands, slippery pager going deeper in the drain, and there's the unlocked door. i'm reaching to and fro and trying not to drip on my nice new pants (maternity pants at mimi maternity are $78 freakin dollars- good thing these were on sale, but still...)....just envisioning a well intentioned nurses aide opening the door with a patient awaiting their shower. luckily, i acted quick and got the lock engaged before my mishap was discovered. it took a while to sanitize the toilet water out of my pager. poor pager wouldn't stop vibrating my whole way out of the hospital and took a break for about 24 hrs. now it's back working, but i wouldn't be surprised if i hear a little 'blurp' next time i get 'beeped'...
speaking of clumsy, i had a presentation in denver last week. i was rushing off (i've always been a little late, so i can't blame that on the pregnancy...or at least i haven't tried to yet) to beat rush hour and stopped off at the bathroom on the way. it was the patient bathroom that is often used for showers that time of day. i had my purse on and was concentrating on not letting it fall in the toilet, while in the meantime my pants are 1/2 way down and 'blurp,' there falls my pager into the toilet drain. i immediately went for the grab, and just then realized i'd forgotten to lock the door. pants, 1/2 way down, toilet water on my hands, slippery pager going deeper in the drain, and there's the unlocked door. i'm reaching to and fro and trying not to drip on my nice new pants (maternity pants at mimi maternity are $78 freakin dollars- good thing these were on sale, but still...)....just envisioning a well intentioned nurses aide opening the door with a patient awaiting their shower. luckily, i acted quick and got the lock engaged before my mishap was discovered. it took a while to sanitize the toilet water out of my pager. poor pager wouldn't stop vibrating my whole way out of the hospital and took a break for about 24 hrs. now it's back working, but i wouldn't be surprised if i hear a little 'blurp' next time i get 'beeped'...
bring it on...
carter is pretty darn excited about all of this baby stuff. "stuff" being the key word. for a cat who loves small places and gets into most everything, we keep finding him curled up in the hand-me-down car seats, sleep positioner, and atop of the onesies we've started to collect. he keeps getting locked in the closets as we don't always realize he's curled up in something baby related, until the scratching and meowing begins. not sure if he's going to feel quite the same come another few mos when the actual baby joins all of the baby stuff. and...not quite sure how we're going to keep him off the baby, as i'm thinking he may see it as one more thing to snuggle on.
jed on the other hand...oh poor little jed...he's been the baby for 5 years now. i'm already feeling sad for him as his little world will change. no matter how much we promise him it won't, it will. the pay off will come 6 mos later when table food begins. hope he can hold off that long. oh, sweet little jed...
Sunday, September 9, 2007
this kind of has to do with babies...
this is a really funny clip from a musical group Flight of the Conchords called Business Time
it's good for a laugh, but be forewarned...lyrical content is "R" rated...
...chad the dad...(to be)
some of you may know about my husband's tendency to sleep walk, sleep talk, sleep argue, and sleep rearrange. i've gotten to know this through the years, beginning with chad waking me to tell me about a fox in our backyard (no where to be found) or about a neighbor (we didn't have) at our back porch, and so on. i've learned, not to jump up from my sleep state and react, rather how to remain calm and encourage him to fall back asleep...not that this always works, rather he typically feels he needs to be even more convicted to the fact of whatever it is that really isn't.
so i've also learned to accept it and fall back asleep.
the dreams come about once a month, but have been more prevalent ever since we found out about lil' pearson to be. it started at the beginning with chad's dream state being convinced that we were having triplets. he'd wake up in the middle of the night and stack the books from the night-stand into piles of three, making sure there was the same amt for each of the babies. he'd rearrange some of the artwork on the wall and one nite i awoke to find him carrying around the wrought iron candle stick looking for the right place to put it so it wouldn't fall on the babies.
some mornings i'd wake up wondering where my books were, or where our framed artwork had gone. we began to wonder if these dreams continued when we actually had the baby, we may wake to find him outside of the crib, who knows where. we decided maybe we should register for a "baby locator" vs. a "baby monitor." luckily, now that we've found out for sure that there is only one little fetus in there and no chance of triplets, the dreams subsided...at least for a little while.
they restarted a few weeks ago, as chad was embracing his "care taking" roles during sleep. we were having a heat wave and it barely got below 80 degrees at nite, but chad would awaken to find me a bit uncovered and felt convinced that it was part of his care taking role to keep me covered. he'd cover me and whisper "i think you're all right now"...or "stay covered up in case 'they' come in"...i'd try to convince him that the down comforter was a bit too warm, and he'd "shhhush" me back to sleep saying "it will be allright"..."it will be allright"...
good think we're having the lil' guy in the winter, at least he'll stay warm at nite...even if we don't know exactly where in the house he is....
so i've also learned to accept it and fall back asleep.
the dreams come about once a month, but have been more prevalent ever since we found out about lil' pearson to be. it started at the beginning with chad's dream state being convinced that we were having triplets. he'd wake up in the middle of the night and stack the books from the night-stand into piles of three, making sure there was the same amt for each of the babies. he'd rearrange some of the artwork on the wall and one nite i awoke to find him carrying around the wrought iron candle stick looking for the right place to put it so it wouldn't fall on the babies.
some mornings i'd wake up wondering where my books were, or where our framed artwork had gone. we began to wonder if these dreams continued when we actually had the baby, we may wake to find him outside of the crib, who knows where. we decided maybe we should register for a "baby locator" vs. a "baby monitor." luckily, now that we've found out for sure that there is only one little fetus in there and no chance of triplets, the dreams subsided...at least for a little while.
they restarted a few weeks ago, as chad was embracing his "care taking" roles during sleep. we were having a heat wave and it barely got below 80 degrees at nite, but chad would awaken to find me a bit uncovered and felt convinced that it was part of his care taking role to keep me covered. he'd cover me and whisper "i think you're all right now"...or "stay covered up in case 'they' come in"...i'd try to convince him that the down comforter was a bit too warm, and he'd "shhhush" me back to sleep saying "it will be allright"..."it will be allright"...
good think we're having the lil' guy in the winter, at least he'll stay warm at nite...even if we don't know exactly where in the house he is....
Saturday, September 8, 2007
birthday guests
we' had friends in town right around my birthday. the cake was decorated, possibly by someone new to the cake decorating position, but with the best of intentions it read:Happy Birthday Mama Juli
...pretty crazy if you ask me...
thanks to becca and tell for the great birthday cake, and paul and amy for the fancy birthday dinner. i'm guessing my birthday will be a bit different come next year.
Pregnancy Tip #283
energy isn't something i've had a whole lot of these days...especially in the evenings. some people tell me they feel the need to eat for two, but more than that, i've been feeling the need to sleep for two. it can be a drag when there's so many things i'm feeling like i want to be doing. one of these many things had to do with making a batch of cookies for two of the sets of new neighbors who moved in. they both moved in over a month ago, but hey, it's taken me a while to get enough energy to get the baking force together. so earlier this week, i finally decide to muster up the energy to make my infamous carlee cookies, which i've ad libbed over the years. ad libbing and baking isn't always a good combo, but it is what i do. so instead of all crisco butter, i add 1/2 peanut butter....butter is butter right? we only had the natural kind, so that was maybe part of the problem, but it still wasn't that far off the mark. we get to pregnancy tip #283 when i brilliantly decided that coarse sea salt would be just as good, if not better than finely crushed mortons salt. it's better on edamame after all. well, let me tell you what i've learned. coarse sea salt is in fact NOT a good alternative in baking cookies. the cookies turned out bland, but then with the occasional crunchy, excessively salty burst of flavor. i had decided 1/2 way through the DOUBLE batch of cookies i made that i could at least fix the "bland" problem, by salting the batter and continuing on. do i need to say, it didn't fix the problem. now we're left with 60 some tempting, but not so good cookies, that chad and i keep eating b/c they look so good, and still nothing for the new neighbors. maybe i can pop them some "welcome to the neighborhood" popcorn...i can blame the baking problems/cluelessness on pregnancy right?!
Friday, September 7, 2007
We're half-way there...What a kick?!?!?!?
20 weeks and counting.
this whole pregnancy was such a romantic notion...that is when it was happening to someone else. the first few months i spent a bit weepy, pukey and sleepy. while i was either sleeping or puking, chad was wondering what happened to his wife, and we both were thinking...is this what we really signed up for?! the weeks have passed, and there's been some pay off along the way. chad listened to the baby grow with my stethoscope from work. we'd oooh and ahhh when he could hear "the baby move" and would spend a bit of time each evening, just listening away. it was one of our last dr. appts that we confessed to our efforts, only to be told that chad was not really becoming intimately involved with the baby, rather was just getting to know my g.i. tract really really well. who knew that you cant really hear the baby?! ...just all of the extra flatulence that pregnancy brings on. boy is it something. i have always blamed it on the altitude (at least in the last 3 years, living at high altitude and all), now i can blame it on being "pregnant in altitude." we've been anxiously awaiting to be able to feel the little guy kicking, and he's started to become more and more active. i keep grabbing chad's hand having him try to feel the little guy kick. He thought he felt him kick once, but now that i think of it, it may have just been some gas.
this whole pregnancy was such a romantic notion...that is when it was happening to someone else. the first few months i spent a bit weepy, pukey and sleepy. while i was either sleeping or puking, chad was wondering what happened to his wife, and we both were thinking...is this what we really signed up for?! the weeks have passed, and there's been some pay off along the way. chad listened to the baby grow with my stethoscope from work. we'd oooh and ahhh when he could hear "the baby move" and would spend a bit of time each evening, just listening away. it was one of our last dr. appts that we confessed to our efforts, only to be told that chad was not really becoming intimately involved with the baby, rather was just getting to know my g.i. tract really really well. who knew that you cant really hear the baby?! ...just all of the extra flatulence that pregnancy brings on. boy is it something. i have always blamed it on the altitude (at least in the last 3 years, living at high altitude and all), now i can blame it on being "pregnant in altitude." we've been anxiously awaiting to be able to feel the little guy kicking, and he's started to become more and more active. i keep grabbing chad's hand having him try to feel the little guy kick. He thought he felt him kick once, but now that i think of it, it may have just been some gas.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
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