Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Joel is either very serious or very silly about his play. There is no in between. Here is a serious moment when he is fixing the wheels on his bulldozer. What you can't see in the picture is his expression: knit eyebrows, pursed lips, nothing else in the world exists right at the moment. This is a classic Fillian look. My dad gets it, I get it, and I imagine many, many others have gotten it, way back to the Old Country. Joel is as precise as possible for a 2 year old when doing anything. He is so fun to watch.

This pregnancy is nearing its end, which continues to be realized in both a happy and incredulous manner on my part. For months now it's seemed like I've been pregnant for, you know, months. And looking at the calendar, I see it's been just about nine. I'm beginning my every-week appointments tomorrow. I've been nesting a fair bit, with plenty of downtime in between (although a couple of weeks ago I made about 40 meals that are now in our deep freezer - I'm hoping to not cook for a couple of months once the baby arrives). The nursery is mostly finished, except for putting the tiny little clothes onto hangers. My to do lists are focusing more and more on last minute baby prep things (bring the changing table upstairs, get some tiny diapers, make every present needed from now until Christmas because I won't have time after May 30th, etc). We have a more concise list of names we're looking at. (Thank goodness.) I even started seriously thinking about the birth plan. Crazy.

I wasn't going to make a birth plan for this birth until I talked with my midwife last week. We were talking about the Hep B shot given routinely at birth, and I was expressing my not-to-keenness about it. She agrees with how I feel about it, and said to just write it on my birth plan and make sure I tell the nurses at the hospital my wishes. (With Joel, I wasn't even told they were doing it; it just happened. At that time, I don't think I would've refused it, considering I hadn't even given it a thought, but still...) Then I started researching the newborn eye drops, and I don't want anything to do with that, either. So, I've decided that I'll write a birth plan again this time. It's not too hard, and hopefully it will prevent the staff once again from asking me if I'm ready for my epidural... Why in the world is normal birth something people freak out about?! Even hospital personnel! Honestly. (I'm also hoping for a waterbirth this time, which I am totally excited about - especially after two of the midwives now, including the one who attended us when Joel was born, have allayed my fears of tearing in the water.)

My class is over next Monday! Yay! The next class I take will be an actual nursing class.

Two quick fun Joel stories:

1)Tonight we were painting. He painted a big circle, put a tail on it (the wrong side, but still), and said, "Q, Mama!"

2)We were reading a story about Noah's Ark this afternoon, and I always ask him to tell me about the animals on different pages. He told me that he saw birds, and I said, yes, those are toucan birds. He smiled and counted, "One-can bird, Two-can birds!"

I lovelovelove being his mom.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Oh, dear. My son has now been introduced to Battlebots. He is so excited that he's going to bed more than a half hour late just because he was too distracted to eat - distracted by telling us excitedly about the kind of robot he s going to build with Papa Mike. (Papa Mike has been notified and is going to scope out Fry's to see if he can find a robot kit.)

Joel has been going through my cd's lately and choosing new ones to listen to in the car. So far he likes Weird Al (he is going to be a hopeless nerd...), Cat Stevens (the more upbeat ones, at least - he likes "Peace Train" best), and John Denver (again, the more upbeat ones - "Grandma's Featherbed" and the like). He has no use for Abba or for Radiohead. (I skipped to track 8 of Kid A - my favorite on that one - and he said, "I hear noise in this song, Mama.") At home his favorite things to listen to are "The Monkeys Are Breaking Out" by Belle and Sebastian and pretty much anything by Average White Band (he asks for "AWB"). He likes most funk music once these have been exhausted during our dance parties (which are frequent...).

I am still getting a consistent A in my class. As long as I get a 67 or higher on my final on May 5th, I'll get an A for the class. And, even better, I'll be done with everything that is not a nursing class. Yay!

I am a little embarrassed that I first learned of Melpo Mene from a car commercial, but I must say that I lovelovelove him. I have been listening to his stuff a lot lately. It is completely lovely. I have only listened to him, though, when Joel is asleep, so I'm not sure if it qualifies to him as noise or music.

I have been doing some knitting lately. I'll post some pictures soon. Some fun stuff. I've also started mildly nesting, which is a very, very good thing for my house. Today I cleaned the kitchen, organized our little cabinet by the garage door, had dinner in the crockpot by 10:30 (seriously, nothing makes you feel like superwoman more than that), started a new knitting project as a present for someone on Sunday, and cleaned out my car. This is pretty good for me, considering I've been feeling crazy tired and sore lately. (I have another massage booked for Monday, which should help considerably with the soreness. Last time I had a massage, at the end of January, I wasn't sore for a full two months. If you need a good massage in Perrysburg, go to Viv at Body and Sole!)

We went to the Friends meeting last Sunday. We were so happy to be back there! It is a wonderful environment. I'm currently reading "The Quakers in America", and learning a lot about Quaker history and practice. We're digging it.

Next week I'm looking forward to my next midwife appointment. It is the last of my monthly appointments and the beginning of the 2 week appointments. We are so, so excited for this baby to arrive! I can't wait to meet him/her! Right now, it is making sure i have good posture - if I start to slouch, it starts kicking my ribs. So, I guess it's running out of room...