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prego saucy: October 9 - 17, 2006
October 9, 2006
Despite the plug for Oprah on their website, I'm still quasi- interested in picking up a few copies of Mothering. Maybe used back issues from Bookmans.
Of course, once I start looking, I may find something I like better than Mothering – like this – or I could just read all the good articles online for free and no clutter and call it a day.
Excellent article on crap toys.
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I still can't get over all the plastic crap at the Stork Sale this weekend. I guess I had stuff like that when I was a kid, but my favourite toy was always my beanbag frog.
Elsewhere, I saw a reproduction of the toy phone with the googley eyes I had – Fisher Price I think – and I was immediately charmed and made a mental note to return to the store to pick one up. So, I'm sure Scooter will have some plastic stuff…but not a yard full. The kiddo can play with wooden spoons and pots the first year…
Have:
2 Ugly Dolls
extra Domokun
Radio Flyer wagon
Want:
Repro googley eye phone
Radio Flyer tricycle
Wooden push wagon as mentioned in Your
Baby and Child
Bilibo – plastic, ok,
but not crap
I should probably stick with European toys – Europeans generally live in smaller spaces than Americans do and therefore might have fewer, but higher quality toys. I need to research this more…
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OK, I researched it more: Eurotoys rock. Doudou!
http://www.moolka.com/pub/main/index.jsp
http://www.oompa.com/
http://www.maukilo.com/
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Here we go – my official birthplan (as of today):
natural birth, no drugs
me, JB, midwife
at Birth Centre, in room w/ tub
low light – either candles, or red light bulbs (I will bring), or
silk scarf over lamps
as little talking as possible – no "go girl, you can do it"
music of my choice (I will bring selection – Higher Intelligence
Agency, Buddha Bar stuff…)
incense – premier Shoseido selection
coconut oil for massages
Moet-Chandon, and steak (rare!) sammiches for snacks or Jamba Juice peachie
w/ protein powder
walk around during labour, or sit in tub
no monitors or technology; no picture taking
no being completely naked – wear kimono or lounge dress, or bikini
top if in tub
water birth or standing, leaning over
me or JB catch Scooter along w/ midwife
do not immediately cut cord – lotus birth?
no separating me and Scooter – cleaning out nose etc. can be done
while I'm holding kiddo
spend the night at Birth Centre
eat banana pancakes for breakfast
no going to hospital unless absolutely necessary – as in kiddo will
die or have brain damage, or I will die or hemorrhage my innards out
I should probably create a Plan B birthplan if I have to be hospitalized. Bleah.
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I just ordered Birth Reborn and The
Scientification of Love by Michel Odent.
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Bald baby girls in dresses look like old men in drag.
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Man, people get their noses outta joint when you tell them you don't need a baby shower. I'm a grown woman and my husband makes a good living; save it for the babies having babies. JB says just give it to them, do the baby shower – we can always give the stuff we don't need or want to the Birth Centre.
[sigh] Ohhhhhkaaaaay.
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My female coworkers have been thankfully refraining from the unsolicited advice. However one girl suggested thongs instead of maternity / granny panties. Duly noted.
October 12, 2006
I had to take my belly ring out (after nearly 20 years…gah – I look naked!) for the ultrasound yesterday.
So, it would appear that Scooter is a girl – the technician was certain, but I had no idea. I didn't see a little johnson waving around in there, but what the tech identified as labia just looked like glowing macaronis to me…
This ultrasound was a little creepy – we got to see the skellington version of Scooter, no cute blob like the first time. She's got a good skull and spine and a thumpa thumpa heart, but the images the tech printed for me are weird: woo – it's skellington baby! Just in time for Hollerween!
JB surprised me by taking the entire afternoon off, and suggested we go shopping to celebrate the Scooter viewing. We began with baby gear shopping at Macy's – while I made a beeline for stripy pj's and rompers printed with frogs and monkeys, JB was taken with the violets and the ruffles. She'll be daddy's little girl, I can tell already.
And since layette is next to lingerie at Macy's, we moseyed over and JB picked out some lacey thongs for me. He issued a boycott against granny panties. I said, no problem – I'd rather go commando than wear granny panties.
And since it's my birthday on Sunday, we visited a jeweler and JB bought some lovely sparklies for my ears and my wrist…yay! He's given me so many lovely sparklies.
And we finally found Roma Imports in a funky neighbourhood that was cut in half by the expressway – we circled the area, up one street and down another for about ten minutes and ready to give up, I noticed a red & white awning and JB noticed a Italian flag about two blocks away. We pulled up as they were closing but they let us in and we rummaged around the store for yummies – canolies, mozzarella di bufala, olives similar to what we had in San Gimignano, dried wild mushrooms, some homemade Bolognese sauce…
And we registered for their Harvest Feast – a big BYOB Italian family-style dinner on the 21st…fun! JB is going to break out some of his 1995 super Tuscans. Should make the people sitting next to us very happy….
And then we saw Hollywoodland (wow, Ben Affleck – who knew??) and went out for sushi. I ordered the spicy salmon tempura roll, thinking it would be cooked, but there was an enticing mound of spicy raw salmon dolloped on each piece.
So I ate it.
And as I ate a little sushi last night and am still here to type about it, I might have a little wine this weekend at Hacienda del Sol, and I might have some of the super Tuscans on the 21st…no more than 6 ounces though. Maybe just 4.
And so there we go. That was my day, yesterday. And I stayed awake until after 10pm!
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The pregnant lady swimming costume took its maiden voyage today; rather billowy and dangerously loose, but my modesty is intact.
October 13, 2006
Listeriosis symptoms generally appear between 3 and 70 days after exposure, most often within a month. But that spicy salmon was fine. Mmmmmm-mm!
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I'm several chapters into the God Delusion. So well reasoned; I wish I could articulate my thoughts as well as Dawkins. Great interview at salon with him today…
Like Dawkins I could never get my head around the concept of religion and a supernatural god; it just never made logical sense. I remember asking my dad if Adam & Eve lived with the dinosaurs...
I love this quotation from the article:
"What's wrong with being elitist, if you are trying to encourage people to join the elite rather than being exclusive? I'm very, very keen that people should raise their game rather than the other way around."
Scooter, I am committed to helping you raise your game, kiddo.
October 16, 2006
We spent Saturday night at in a suite at Hacienda del Sol, a lovely little getaway.
I drank a swallow of JB's Grey Goose martini, up, two olives and a swallow of his Cristom pinot noir with dinner and a taste of his Sandeman tawny port, apres... I also had half a mimosa at brunch...oh so yummy...if it had been a bellini, I'd have had to drink the entire thing.
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Before I was pregnant and we were contemplating the concept, I would stand
in front of the mirror and suck a bunch of air into my tummy to
pop it out as if I was pregnant. Pop it out, deflate it, pop it out, deflate
it – I'd do a little yogi breathing exercise. So now, I'm pregnant,
and my tummy is popped out – but I can't deflate it, it's stuck!
October 17, 2006
We had our first "centring"
or prenatal class at the Birth Centre this evening, with 8 or 9 other
couples. A nice cross section of Tucson as
JB put it. Working class couples, grad students, professionals, anglos,
hispanics. I was not the oldest woman there – not that I got
her age, but there was someone who appeared to be older. Or maybe I have
an unrealistic self-image, and I look that old too!
Since he's more social, JB
found it less of a chore than I did – but I got to hear Scooter's
heartbeat and have my burgeoning fundus
measured, so it was worthwhile for that alone.
Oh, and I've gained three pounds so far. No risk of a 60 pound weight gain for me, thank goodness.
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The convertible highchair – Domo-approved:
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