Lot’s happened in the past 2 years.
Peaches and Curry have a sweet lil’ side dish.
I’m not quite sure how we got here, but here we are at 32 weeks.
Friends, that is 5 weeks from full term. Baby could come anywhere from 5 to 9 weeks away.
I don’t even know where to begin really. So many thoughts swirling in my head. So many items left unchecked on our to do list.
So far, my pregnancy has been relatively smooth and for that I am very, very thankful. I have especially enjoyed it since finding out what we’re having and feeling baby move. Love the movements! Sure, there are some not so glamorous parts and I know I’m headed into the home stretch where even the most glowing goddesses have declared themselves officially DONE with sharing their womb. But despite my very slow warm up to bodily cohabitation, I have come to really love it. It’s quite fascinating.
While physically things have been going well, the emotional front remains a bit more challenging. A large part of that centers on the ole to-do list, learning to make room for baby in our already busy lives and constantly reminding myself to be patient. Patient with ourselves. With slow answers. With this unorganized mess of a house and yard, which I hope will one day be transformed into a home.
There’s so much to sort out and so many decisions to make, from the mundane (cloth or disposable wipes? what shade of white to paint the nursery trim?) to the super important (navigating health insurance, childcare and car seats) And of course in our hyped up age of social media, It’s all too easy to feel overwhelmed and inadequate.
But luckily I’ve got Somanna to keep my head straight. The other night, fueled by pregnancy hormones and a lack of sleep, I declared rather dramatically that we didn’t know what we were doing. Without missing a beat, he looked at me and said with every ounce of confidence, “And who the eff does?! Any parent that tells you they know what they’re doing is full of it.” And then he snorted in a pusshhaww kind of way, as if I had said that our cats could bark and pigs could fly, and went back to what he was doing.
His response both cracked me up and snapped me back to reality all at once. Yes, we have lots to learn. No, we don’t know what we’re doing and perhaps most disappointing to me, no we won’t get everything done on my dream to do list. But you keep trying. And you keep practicing patience. And always, you keep laughing. Here’s hoping that formula applies to parenthood.
Forgive me while I indulge in all things baby over the next several blog posts. But I want to write (type?) this stuff down so that we have something to look back on when our memories fail us down the road. If that’s not your cup o’chai I understand. But these memories have already begun to fade and that makes me a little sad. So let’s start from the beginning …..finding out your uterus is inhabited.
Friday, August 30, 2013
Labor Day weekend. A glorious three-day stretch to commemorate the end of summer and beginnings of fall. Leaving work Friday night, I swung by K-Mart ( yes, those still exist) to pick up a pregnancy test with little expectations that the results on this one would be any different. After all, we weren’t um, the best students when it came to baby making. We definitely opted for
the lazy a more organic approach.
Fast forward roughly 45 minutes and there is an unmistakable double line. This is met with a momentary sense of elation followed quickly (so, so quickly) by a resounding
“WHAT THE EFF HAVE WE DONE?!!!
All inside my head.
All alone in the bathroom.
And all 10 minutes before Baby Brother would be joining us for dinner.
So naturally, I did what any rational, modern woman who has suffered through a college statistics course does. I immediately dismissed this finding as statistically irrelevant and decided that the next course of action would be to conduct a full investigation, complete with extensive, scientific validation.
I would take another test in the morning.
Yes, yes. My scientist brother-in-law and sister-in-law would approve. What legitimate scientist blindly accepts initial test results? Psshhhawww.
In the meantime, we had dinner plans. Baby Brother had arrived. I hid the evidence. (No need to alarm the husband unnecessarily.) While waiting for Somanna to finish cat litter box duties, I invited Baby Brother to take a quick walk with me. I asked Baby Brother lots of questions, ignored his answers entirely and focused on making sure my head did not spin right off my neck.
And then we went to dinner.
I ordered shrimp.
Saturday, August 31st, very early in the morning…:
Shit! This can’t be right. OMG do not tell me this actually freakin worked?!
Yes, of course….Second test, but SAME BRAND. Rookie mistake.
Must purchase variety of brands to eliminate testing bias. Will have to figure out how to squeeze in a Target trip when our Saturday is already jam-packed with bed shopping, Somanna’s company picnic and meeting up with Raleigh friends in the evening.
When can I start drawing a bell curve?
Saturday night, very late, after drinking copious amounts of water:
Hmm…different brand, but negative result. Is that disappointment? Must consult directions.
“Drinking excessive amounts of water can dilute test results.”
Rookie mistake # 2: failure to execute experiment properly.
Sunday, September 1st, in the early, early morning hours:
Still on brand # 2, test #4 …….annddd the double lines strike again! But I can never remember…is it one or two lines? WTF pee stick manufacturers? Can’t you make it more obvious? How about a flashing neon sign that says “Pregnant Bitch!” or “Congrats! You’re knocked up!” Oh wait…there is a brand that displays words …must purchase asap.
But how? I have a bridal shower to attend today, which will be tricky given the whole drinking thing.
And oh yea….gotta figure out how to tell Somanna about this little scientific hypothesis. It will require some creativity though. After all, he did specify some requirements way back when.
To be continued…..
Nothing brings out the humor in life like big events: funerals, weddings….BABIES.
Well friends, pregnancy has brought out some great lines from my sweet Baby Daddy.
Here’s a sampling for your enjoyment.
Somanna: So people at work are really excited for us.
Me: Aww that’s sweet.
Somanna: Yea….especially when I tell them it’s your first.
Two weeks after learning about the proverbial bun in the oven, we’re out and about running errands in town….
Somanna: Hey! You wanna grab a drink somewhere?!
Also in the early weeks of
shock pregnancy….while discussing a myriad plans for 2014…
Me: Well, it’ll depend. We ‘ll just have to see how it goes. You’ll need to save some PTO (paid time off) for May.
Somanna: What do I need to save my PTO for?
Somanna, very emphatically: You are carrying my CHILD!
Yea, I’m glad it’s you. I mean, that’s cool.
Me: What do you want the baby to call you? Daddy? Papa? Pop?
Somanna, deadpan in a deep Indian head bobble accent: Father.
Upon walking into Babies R ‘Us for the first time last weekend:
Somanna: Wow. Shit just got real, son!
Me: Perhaps we should take baby CPR. You know, so we don’t kill the baby.
Somanna: Nah, we can just Google it.
So. Happy New Year. As in…Happy 2014!
2013 was a record setting year for the ole blog.
What can I say? Ambition
overwhelms underwhelms us. Pathetic it may be, I take comfort in knowing that we were out living our lives and not just writing about it from behind a computer screen. Like all years, 2013 has been full and busy, with highs and lows.
But what you really need to know about 2013 is that life pleasantly took a different turn.
We’re going to have a baby.
Yup, Peaches & Curry finally decided to join the procreation bandwagon.
It should be interesting.
And extremely humorous.
I would stay tuned if I were you. There’s no way I’m not documenting these antics.
It’s official. WE SOLD OUR RALEIGH HOUSE.
Ever since we decided to take this crazy plunge and move back to Asheville, it has been one wild (and costly) ride.
I’m trying not to dwell on the money lost. (OMG – nauseating.) But sometimes that’s hard to abide by. It’s also hard to ignore the doubts.
Was this the right decision? Should we have held out? Why did we buy the house to begin with? Etc.
In those delightfully enchanting moments of self-doubt, it requires tremendous discipline to make the voice of calm compassion reassure the voice of hysterics. We made the best decisions we could at the time. Perfect decisions? Maybe not. But they were not poor decisions. And really, who could have predicted a national housing market crash way back in early 2008? Certainly not these two young kids:
But now it is done. The decision has been made. The deed has been signed and the keys handed over.
I hope the new owners enjoy the home. We did during our time there and for that I’m thankful. We have some great memories, despite the struggles since moving. And I am incredibly, incredibly grateful to our fabulous neighbors who looked out for us from day one.
So you live and you learn. And while that money could have done a lot (A LOT) of other fun things….at the end of the day, it’s just money. And that is no substitute for good health or lots of love. My bank account balance is significantly lower…but my cup runneth over in the other departments.
I’ll take it.
I love New Year’s. Love, love, love it. A clean slate. A fresh start. An “insert your cliché of choice” here.
And really, what’s not to love? Goals AND list making?
SIGN ME UP SISTER!
You could say I’m a little excited.
In the past, I may have been known to make the usual
10,20, err 30 New Year’s resolutions. Ambitious, much?
I struggle with narrowing my scope. Just ask Somanna when I plan out our weekends.
SOO this year, I am limiting myself to five goals / intentions. “Intentions,” by the way, is really a hippie speak for goals. Ssshhh!! Don’t tell the hippies!
So here are my 2013 Resolutions…in all of their shiny, New Year glory:
1.) Eat locally sourced meat. That is of course, organic, hormone free, free range and all of that other good stuff. We plan to phase into this goal. First, eat all of the meat in our fridge and freezer…replacements must adhere to the new rule. Then after mastering the home front, we move on to eating out. Hmmm….that will be the hard part. Not even going to lie. We could very well end up like this. Should be interesting.
2.) Read Three Classic Pieces of Literature. I feel like my brain is rotting. And this is my feeble attempt to revive it with some life, art and intelligence. Want to hear a sad fact? I’ve never read an Ernest Hemingway book. Or Tolstoy. Or Jane Austen. I’m not sure what this goal says about me. My education failed me? I’m a total dork? I’m reverting back to high school?
3.) Do a race. I know that sounds vague, but I’m currently feeling this one out. Not sure if I want to do another half marathon, a 10K or a mini-tri….as in triathlon. Mini-tri or sprint tri sounds significantly less scary than “TRIATHLON.” (dun, dun, dunnhhh.)
I’m looking into races now, evaluating training plans, time commitments (biggest factor), costs and race timing (i.e. when in the year is the big event.) The point is to really get me back into running. And in shape. Because I, along with half of my closet, miss both of those things.
4.) Blog More.
Annoyingly Redundant? Check. BUT! This is my list and my blog, so I’m afraid I get to exercise unchecked power on this one. You understand of course 😉
5.) Quit living in fear of scarcity by practicing more Gratitude and Joy.
This principle is brought to you courtesy of Brene Brown. For more explanation, you can read this . That’s just a beginning. I highly recommend her books if you want to know more. It’s really good stuff. Very inspiring.
So that’s the plan for 2-0-1-3!
What’s on your resolutions list or do you scoff at New Year’s resolution makers? Happy New Year Y’all!