Archive for March, 2008

a few videos!

I have been having issues with Google Video so I finally switched to Photobucket. So, I present to you, three videos!

Video #1: Mary loves to color on box tops. It’s really an active pursuit.

Video #2: Conor, Mary, and uncle David having a party. David came to visit and, as said when I posted photos, brought his shiny new custom-made mandolin. (Conor is playing it in the video.) Mary is going to be the lead singer.

Video #3: This short clip demonstrates what Mary looks like to me now.

sneak peek at Wesley

Ultrasound today–they tell me that Wesley weighs about 2 lbs 7 oz and looks great. He is, however, extremely wiggly and hard to measure. But I even got a couple of pictures that I can identify! Check it out (it’s his face in profile, in case it’s not immediately clear):

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wanted: time

Okay, so I am going to be totally busting my ass on the dissertation for the next few weeks.

Any suggestions for how to create some time to do it?

It’s not that I don’t have any time. I do. I’m only in the classroom 3 mornings a week. But I have Mary with me the rest of the time and that really limits my writing. She naps usually twice and I work straight through at least one of those naps (the other nap–well, sometimes *I* need a nap and it’s non-negotiable).

Unfortunately, while she’s a really good kid, she gets stressed out–understandably enough–when I spend the day working. Sometimes I can multi-task and play with her while I’m writing, but I don’t get much done that way. So I try to break the day into smaller pieces. You know, play in the yard with Mary for half an hour, go inside and give her a snack and work for half an hour. But I really need to have some bigger blocks.

Conor can’t take up the slack; he’s supporting us so he’s not here.

I’m thinking about getting up early and working before school/before Conor leaves for work. But I don’t know whether that will help or whether I will just then collapse during her nap and sleep. Conor suggested working after she goes to bed, which is a possibility too. I’m not sure what would work the best but I don’t want Mary to melt down completely during the final phase of the dissertation, you know? Nor do I want to plunk her in front of the TV to watch movies. And I can’t afford a nanny.

Easter fun

So, I uploaded pictures from this week and realized we took a LOT of them! David was visiting so we have pictures from his visit, plus pictures from playing in the yard and Easter pictures.

David brought his new mandolin (fancy-schmancy and custom-made; please feel free to compliment it lavishly and I will pass on your remarks to the proper quarter). He and Conor played with it for a while, much to Mary’s delight:

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Then, on Saturday, we took Mary out to play catch–which was a bit hit-or-miss. She swiftly lost interest in the game. But it was a nice day so the game became, more accurately, a chasing-Mary game.

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Mary and I quickly became exhausted and had to sit down. Conor deemed it “the least active game of catch ever.” But hey, she needed a nap and I can’t take a deep breath anymore, so it’s hardly surprising. (In case you’re wondering, this is what my 25-weeks-pregnant belly looks like!)

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Sad, lonely little ball:
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For Easter dinner we went to Elaine and Luke’s. We had delicious food (in huge quantity) and Mary had prodigious pet-torturing fun:

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We went for a walk after supper–squirrel heaven out there. I’ve never seen so many squirrels. I think they actually run the town council there.

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chatter

A couple of conversations I have had this week:

Mary: More? Moooooore?
Me: More what? What do you need?
Mary: MORE!!!!
Me: More….? Do you want some milk? Some rice? Want some banana?
Mary: Mooooore! [stretches arms up]
Me: Do you want to come sit with me?
Mary: More mamamamama!

(Very cute, that one.)

Me: Mary, are you my sweet MaryBear?
Mary: Noooooooo!
Me: Are you sure?
Mary: Nooooooo!
Me: I think you are.
Mary: Woof woof.

Me: Here, Mary–do you want the cap for that marker?
Mary: Sure! [Doesn’t take it]
Me: Well, here, you take it.
Mary: No.
Me: I don’t think that word means what you think it means.
Mary: Woof woof.

As you can see, this is her answer to everything.

knitting–finished objects!

I finished the longies I have been working on for Mary. I love them! These are not-so-fabulous pictures (tricky lighting on the porch!) but I think you get the idea:
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I thought Wesley might feel left out, so I made these for him:
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But then Mary stole them.
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strange days

The last couple of days have been a bit odd. Thursday, I had a little bit of spotting (too much information, I realize, but you know, how do I tell the rest of the story without it?–this is your chance to bail down to the bottom where I shift to something else if you can’t handle hearing about cervixes). So I called the OB’s office and they said to come in the next day.

YESTERDAY:
So I drove to Alexandria and was examined by the midwife. She was new. She told me that she wasn’t happy with how “open” my cervix was and sent me to the hospital.

Okay, so at that point I was a little freaked out. I felt totally fine and everything else seemed fine (even the spotting had stopped). The baby was moving around fine. But I went to the hospital and they admitted me to the labor and delivery unit, took my blood pressure and put the baby on a heart-rate monitor…and then left.

I waited.

And waited.

I knitted the rest of a pair of shorties for Wesley.

I waited.

They brought me some water and a limp, sad turkey sandwich, for which I was ridiculously grateful (I hadn’t eaten a real breakfast and it was 2:00 by then).

I watched a couple of really horrible baby shows on TLC.

I cursed myself for leaving the house without a book.

I waited.

Finally the midwife from my practice who was on call at the hospital that day came in and examined me. She said, “You’re fine. Everything looks great. I guess the other midwife–who is quite new–doesn’t realize that a multiparous cervix feels different from a first-time mom.” [Multiparous=having already had a baby.] “I wouldn’t have sent you over here at all but better safe than sorry, right?”

To which I say, well, yes. At the same time, why not ask the OB who was also at the office to confirm your concern before sending me to the hospital? And is it fair, I ask you, that in addition to all of the visible parts that sag more after pregnancy, even the CERVIX is sad and droopy?

***END OF CERVIX TALK***

So I left the hospital to drive home. The road I take was closed because of an accident and I was rerouted onto a different highway–but it was no big deal, since that highway would eventually take me more or less where I wanted to go, albeit not so directly.

Then I saw a horrible traffic jam ahead…too late to bail out anywhere. The highway (three lanes) was down to one lane up ahead. I sat in traffic for AGES. The drive, which–with no traffic–is about 20-25 minutes, was two hours door to door.

But then I got home and saw Mary and Conor (Mary was happy to see me–it was the longest day she every has spent without me, I think!) and we went out to dinner with Grandma and Conor’s aunt Kathleen at a nice restaurant in Waldorf. The food was delicious and the restaurant was fun with a piano player (tipped by Mary, I believe). And then we came home and rented “The Darjeeling Limited,” which I went to see at the theater with Mary but Conor had not yet seen. (In case you’re seeking a review: it is amusing enough and it is worth seeing but there is not much story–definitely not Wes Anderson’s best, but better than “The Royal Tennenbaums.”)

TODAY:
Mary slept in nicely (I took her some milk at 8:30 and she went back to sleep for three hours). Conor got up at 11:30 to get her out of her crib, discovered that she had soaked through her diaper, and stripped her off to give her a bath.

Then he saw something on her belly. “What is that on your belly?” he asked her. “It looks creepy.”

I looked at it. It did look creepy but it was hard to see. I put on my glasses.

It was a TICK. A tick! On Mary’s belly! The horror is hard to describe. We weren’t sure what to do so (of course) Conor looked it up on the internet and they said to “carefully” remove it by pulling with a pair of tweezers, as close to the skin as possible (riiiiiight……ever tried that with a one-and-a-half-year-old subject?). So Conor held her down while I tried to pull it out. I succeeded mostly although there is still a fleck there, which the internet tells me will shed itself. (EW.)

We then washed her obsessively and now we’re paranoid that she’s going to get Lyme disease. I guess she picked up the tick yesterday playing in the yard–she was wearing a long dress so it must have crawled a long way to get to her belly.

Conor went in to work for a while, since he took yesterday off to watch Mary while I was at the hospital–not planned. Mary was a bit alarmed when he left–clearly, her world has fallen apart because a) they didn’t go get me according to schedule yesterday (which usually happens when I leave) and now b) Conor left at a weird time. She was so perturbed she ALMOST couldn’t eat her rice.