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prego saucy: September 18 - 27, 2006
September 18, 2006
The pool was only 77 degrees today, but I didn't flinch. Usually, I would have turned blue or suffered an attack of cold induced wimp panic but I think my body has grown a mind of its own.
Okay you, I'm taking over, and you know what, I'm going to grow a little monster in your belly and make your boobs hard and turn your areolas into beer stein coasters and decide to not like salad anymore and make you sleep more than you ever thought possible AND I'm not going to get cold jumping into a frigid pool because doing these laps is good for the monster I'm incubating.
Being pregnant is the weirdest experience I've ever had.
September 19, 2006
I made reservations for my birthday weekend at Hacienda del Sol -- we have a suite, and dinner and brunch reservations. Of course the wine list in the dining room is phenomenal -- but I'm not feeling it. I've read that I could drink 6 oz of wine on a full tummy and not turn Scooter into an FAS elf, but I donÕt want to risk it.
And IÕm ok with that -- what kind of weirdness is this?
September 20, 2006 I am very curious about what pregnant ladies in other countries eat -- what they do, in general. Spicy food hasn't made me ill like the books warn -- in fact, I seem to get indigestion or acid stomach if I'm eating too bland food.
Indian and Jamaican pregnant ladies must still eat curries -- their babies must eat curries.
Years ago I read a book called Mamatoto -- all about pregnancy and childbirth around the world; I'm going to have to look for it again. Maybe some others on how women give birth in other cultures.
I want to have my hair done up with flowers and wear new good luck earrings and a kimono and lipstick when I give birth...it is a special occasion, after all.
September 22, 2006 I have a cute little tummy now; bigger than a pot belly, and finally obvious that I've got something more than just an extra few donuts in there...mmmm, I think I need to visit Le Cave's Do-nuts to-morrow.
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I am truly loving ebay. All the charming outfits that I coveted at Nordstrom maternity: mine all mine for unNordstrom prices.
And the Diane von Furstenburg wrappie dress knockoffs are so flattering to the pregnant lady physique. I am loving the wrappie dress. I am also loving this leftover posole I'm eating...and the fact that the pool was 84 degrees today. If it can be 84 degrees in January, I shall be the swimminglyest pregnant lady ever.
Feeling the love in Prego Saucy Molly Land today.
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Oh yeah, and I want to find a copy of Joyous Motherhood by the cute little bikini girl from Faster Pussycat Kill, Kill...
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The Shamrock low fat milk sold in the little plastic bottles at the lobby tuck shop tastes gross and isnÕt kept icy cold. Cow pus-y. Not loving that. I like my organic milk much better.
September 23, 2006
I had a fit of nesting today and cleaned out my closet. I made room for my growing collection of maternity wear by beginning to Sally Ann my "career" clothes.
Aah, how liberating! I'm looking forward to wearing nothing but sundresses or skirts and tanks with Birkenstocks for the rest of my life.
And JB has fantastic sweaters that I shall avail myself to this winter...heh, heh...
September 24, 2006
I had another fit of nesting today -- exterior mode.
I decided we needed more geraniums on the front porch, and a big olÕ chile ristra for the back porch. And the chiles smelled so good in my car -- they were still fresh, and bright red -- that when I got home I was overcome with a need for chile rellenos.
So we decided to go to Micha's in South Tucson for lunch, and as I was getting ready to go, I sang out: "Chil-leee rellenos, they taste so good to meee!"
And JB called back: "Chil-leee rellenos, we'll eat them won't you seeeee!"
This back and forth singsong continued in the car, all the way to Micha's, and I thought how much fun it would be to have a 4- or 5-year-old in the backseat adding to the rhyming nonsense.
And the chile rellenos rocked. What also rocked was how fantastically salty Micha's chips were and how thrillingly incendiary their salsa was.
"Man, their salsa is getting hotter every time we come here -- the chips are salty, too," JB said.
"Glar, glar, glar -- uh huh! Glar, glar, glar," I said gulping it all down.
September 25, 2006
Books I have ordered: Mamatoto; Childbirth and Authoritative Knowledge: Cross-cultural Concepts; Joyous Motherhood (by Susan Bernard, the little bikini girl -- and daughter of the famous Hollywood photographer...I forgot about that tidbit).
The Book Review yesterday featured a write up of Birth: The Surprising History of How We are Born -- among other barbaric historical anecdotes and gruesome facts mentioned, the US ranks worse than Qatar and Serbia in its rate of maternal mortality (1 in 2500). That should be a joy to read, but I think IÕll get it anyway.
ItÕs dawning on me that this is going to hurt. "Jesus fucking Christ it's gonna hurt, "I said while eating my toast and reading the review of Birth this morning. So much so that I even said a swear.
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There are no kids in the neighbourhood. OK, D & K next door are due a month after me, but still...generally, no kids in the neighbourhood. IÕm thinking I should probably join (ack!) a group for socializing purposes. Maybe there are other nonsuburban, iconoclastic, literate stay-at-home moms within a few miles of me? Set up a bourbon clatch, you know...but talking about shopping and complaining about your husbands is not allowed.
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I figured since I am Prego Saucy, I ought to go the dentist for the first time in 4 years. Hey, a much better recurrence rate than at my appointment 4 years ago, which was my first in 12 years. So today I had a checkup and look ma, no cavities. We're going on 16 years of using fluoride-less toofpaste and no cavities.
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Nonalcoholic beverages I am greatly enjoying:
Horchata (duh!)
Cranberry and bubby water over ice
Pero, Swiss instant barley beverage
Ovaltine and cold milk
Santa Cruz limeade
Appo joooz and appo cidaahhh
September 26, 2006
Wants slumbaland time now under desk yes...
September 27, 2006
JB says, "You know, you might take a big ol' poo when you deliver."
Yep, it's gonna hurt and I'm gonna take a big ol' poo.
Great.
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I finally got around to reading the Sunday NYTimes Magazine yesterday evening while I was making dinner. (Mmmm, pork roast! And swee taters!)
There was a disturbing (to me) article about how only recently doctors have begun to advise parents not to unilaterally choose a gender for their intersex newborn with ambiguous genitalia -- and chop off their clitoris or penis in the process -- and instead let the child grow and its body figure itself out over a few years.
Apparently kids as old as 7, once their genitalia have pretty much gone one way or the other have been willing to change their gender identification immediately: "Oh, IÕm a boy? Uh, ok!"
IÕm sure the kids had a sense of their correct gender all along -- we really don't give kiddos much credit for intelligence and self-awareness. It's the parents who suffer the most when the child's gender is indeterminate at birth -- social embarrassment, in particular.
So, Scooter, if you turn out to be a shortbus kid, I will love you (and make you hockey helmets shaped like robot heads); if you turn out to be an intersex kid, I won't be embarrassed, I won't chop off your bits, and I will love you. (And no circumcision either if you're a boy...bleah.)
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Mustard gives me indigestion (I can't believe this is the first time in four months that I've eaten mustard...) however: oranges! Who knew they were so exotic and intoxicatingly fragrant, so tongue perky?
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The pool was 84 degrees today. I may have even broken a sweat.
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Another book I want: Richard Dawkin's The God Delusion, so I am better prepared to argue with those who are aghast when they learn I am not bringing up Scooter with religious mumbojumbo. The write up on the book in the Economist last week was intriguing -- and relieving, especially after the previous week's articles on the prevalence of religion -- often fundamental and extreme beliefs -- in the US, not only in daily life but how it affects foreign policy.
Nope, I do not lie in fear of lightning bolts coming out of the sky to smite me, though apparently 44% of southerners do.
Oh Scooter, I hope I will not be setting you up for disaster with the no religion, limited tv, healthy attitude toward sexuality, appreciation for arts and literature, and encouragement of creative expression upbringing IÕm planning for you...
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Also, sugary stuff -- specifically, a chocolate and nut square I ate this afternoon -- tastes freakishly sweet. I believe I have become not all that interested in desserty items, oddly enough.
(Ice cream of course is NOT a dessert, but a staple.) (In emergency situations, chocolate chip and shortbread cookies could be considered staples as well.)
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