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prego saucy: November 1 - 20, 2006
November 1, 2006
Very few monsters came by this Hollerween to partake of our gummi eyeballs and body parts. We had joined forces with D and K next door and spent a pleasant evening on the front stoop waiting for the few monsters who did visit. Mostly they were toddler monsters, half asleep, accompanied by their mothers.
I partook of K's Atomic Fireballs -- ooooh, good.
November 2, 2006
It is official: I look cute with my round tummy. Everyone says so.
Still, never ever thinking in a million years that I would never ever have a baby in a million years, glimpsing my round (cute!) reflection as I pass a storefront window takes some getting used to. Hey, that's me! I'm a pregnant lady!
And there were parts of me that I could see and reach three weeks ago that I cannot see or reach today.
November 3, 2006
My Montgomery glands are growing Montgomery glands.
November 6, 2006
My costume got a lot of great comments during the All Souls Procession on Sunday. JB and I were stopped for photographs several times.
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While I am now regularly receiving many smiles and unsolicited positive comments from people on the street (one new mom stopped me to say Wow, you look fantastic!) I have not been sparechanged once since I started showing.
November 8, 2006
Salad has resumed being successfully and enjoyably consumed! However, whether I see or eat cottage cheese ever again is irrelevant. I am now feeding that to the dog. Go figure.
November 9, 2006
I felt Scooter move last night. Usually if it's tummy gurgles, it's audible. But this was definitely a little person inside me, silently wiggling, and rubbing their bum against the inside of my tummy, swishing side to side.
Funny! Tickly, made me laugh.
Baby butt rubbins.
November 12, 2006
More baby butt rubbins. Scooter isn't a kicker yet -- just lots of wiggling. It feels like somebody polishing my tummy from the inside...I feel it when I'm sitting at work, and when I'm lying down to sleep.
November 14, 2006
We had our prenatal class last night. Scooter's got a good heartbeat, and my blood pressure is normal. I lost one pound since my last visit, which puts me at a net gain of two pounds for the pregnancy. Which is basically nothing -- it could all be in my feet or my hamburger patty sized areolas. I am lagging in the weight gain department. I'm supposed to gain 1 pound every two weeks during the last two trimesters -- I should have started back in September.
Fortunately the holiday season is upon us and the reason for the season is eatin. Yessir! Eat lots of wild rice and Silk soy nog and turkeys and hams and Trappist Monks from Gethsemani Farms cheese and shortbread cookies and don't go to the gym: pow! 15 pounds.
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At the beginning of the class, we reintroduced ourselves and volunteered an issue with our pregnancy that was troubling us. I have it pretty good -- I get a headache if my blood sugar drops, and that's it. No acid reflux that keeps me up all night, no round ligament pain, no back pain, no hurting when I walk. JB says I'm built for it.
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Operation Pack 'Em On has begun: I bought a frisbee-sized chocolate chip cookie for snack this afternoon. It has eggs and wheat, and, and chocolate has antioxidants, yes, yes it does...those are vitamins.
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OK, I managed to eat about a third of my cookie.
November 15, 2006
According to the midwives, I need to do 100 kegels a day. I think, holy cow -- that's a bunch, I'll do ten kegels every time I powder my nose.
By 10:30am, I've done my kegels for the day.
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I had a good case of the gurgles this morning. I'm not sure what it was that I ate that would result in such gurgling, but it offered definitive proof that my tummy and innards are now right below my rib cage.
It used to be if I ate too much or got bloated, I'd feel the pressure under my bellybutton -- now, it's waaaaaay over my bellybutton.
Not only that, in the next few weeks I can expect my rectus abdominus to separate.
November 16, 2006
I've become quite obsessed with makeup lately. And perfume of course, seeing that I am now Miss Bionic Schnozzle Monster.
I still can't find my Shiseido Geisha Lip Suppository, and my Le Regard de Chanel Eye Essentials (in Taupe) finally ran out several months ago after more than a dozen years ($50 very well spent).
The Chanel is an easy replacement -- man, those black lacquer Chanel compacts are sexy. I usually don't go for logo badging of any kind -- I'll remove it or hide it -- but the white double C on black is killer. The double C and the Montblanc logo suck me right in. Rowr!
Additionally I've been trying different cake and cream mascaras and cake or powdered eyeliners; specifically, middle eastern or middle eastern styled liners.
I've started wearing the powders close to the eye, applied with a tiny, slender glass rod, as eastern women do. I think I'm embracing my remote north African roots. On a whim I purchased several inexpensive eyeliners from Morocco that look flat out gorgeous. The inky black liner is stunning with my light brown eyes.
However a little research revealed that most middle eastern eye products, even the "all natural" ones are toxic: full of all natural lead or antimony. So I'm on the hunt for a lead free Indian liner by Biotique because I'm into the ritual of applying liner in the eastern fashion. Yes, I can do it with a brush and my other western non toxic powders, but there's something about the packaging and appearance of the eastern products that's very appealing. Fetishy and primeval. The Guerlain powdered kohl in the Arabesque packaging comes close..and it is deliciously inky.
I wonder if I'm so taken with the act of applying makeup lately because I won't have time once Scooter comes along? Will I really not have 20 minutes to myself every day? Am I doomed to a sallow face, front butt, and mom hair?
November 17, 2006
Scooter's squirmings have become strong enough that JB can feel them when he rests his hand on my tummy.
It feels funny -- like a persistent case of the butterflies. I just want to lay in bed with my hands on my tummy all day.
Miss Jumpy Squirmsalot.
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Aaaah, the old cowboy who sings old country songs is down on the corner in front of the library plaza today. He's incorporated an echo / delay effect into his set up -- sounds like there are two or three of him for some songs.
I'll miss that guy.
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I bought Scooter a little wooden recorder, painted (non toxically, one hopes) in bright pastel colours, and put it away with the funny Terrance-and-Phillip-looking maraca clacker thingies I found at the Chicago Store a few months ago.
November 18, 2006
Today I woke up and thought, "Whoa man, am I ever bloated this morning."
I pause.
I realize.
"Oh, yeeeaaaaah."
This being pregnant stuff is a walk in the park.
November 19, 2006
Totally, totally excellent article in NYTimes Styles section today on little kid rock bands. I'm going to cut it out and save it for li'l Scoot.
Ada's not pictured in the article online, but I love how she looks: jumper and stripey stockings and Converse All Stars, intently playing her bass..
I hope I'm not projecting on Scooter already. She might be a little tomboy soccer player or sparkley fairy princess girl -- who rawks out occasionally..maybe..?
November 20, 2006
The other night JB and I discussed how to approach the Santa thing with the kiddo(s).
I'd really like to mark the change of all seasons, with perhaps the winter season being the most special -- it's certainly the most conducive to nesting and snuggly warm hearth fire yummy treat goodness -- and thererfore warranting the exchange of gifties.
I have no issue with presents and gifties, but why let some imaginary old fart take all the credit for those kickass presents? The whole Santa deal leaves me cold. Santa is an old bum with rum on his breath -- Santas and clowns can keep away.
However, a great multitude of North American children will be encouraged to believe in Santa. So, what to do:
Tell the kiddo there is no Santa but encourage her to not ruin the deal for her school chums who believe in Santa?
Go into avoidance mode and homeschool her through 2nd or 3rd grade?
Put her in a school that doesn't encourage a belief in Santa? Does such a (non-sectarian) school exist? I should call the local Waldorf and Montessori schools and see...
I think all the seasonal holidays can be more fun and special for the kiddo if she actively participates in the activities -- and it would certainly be a bonus to learn about holiday traditions in other parts of the world and even incorporate them into our festivities.
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I can picture Scooter in 5 years:
Little friend: "Don't you believe in Jesus Christ?"
Scoot: "Sure, he's the imaginary guy my dad yells at whenever he breaks something."
As JB so often is wont to say, "That's ma girl."
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