Snips and snails, and Puppy Dog Tails
We visited my co-worker over the weekend who just gave birth to a healthy baby boy. We've been acquaintances of theirs for years - long before a I started working here. I dragged The Husband along and I think it was good for both husbands to shake hands, grunt and do whatever it is that men do. I held the baby while we were there and he slept the entire time. He was very squirmy and I couldn't help but imagine that his jerky movements were the same types of movements that I feel in my belly. I tried to keep the visit brief. I got the birth story: an emergency cesarean with general anesthesia which must have been terrifying for both of them.
Last night during our weekly Bradley class I kept obsessing over the fact that I MUST make them dinner one night.
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I like our weekly classes if only because it's a time for me to unapologetically immerse The Husband into baby stuff for at least two hours. We only have three more classes to go. I'm going to miss our instructor and the cookies.
The more videos I see of childbirth, the more I wonder how it's physically possible. I'm starting to think that a scheduled cesarean might not be so bad after all! Just knock me out and wake me a few hours later.
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I'm counting down the hours until I get to fly above the Mason Dixon. I'm going to eat loads of Cabot cheese, Ben & Jerry's ice cream and clams.
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Dog Update:
I couldn't stop myself from going to the LA/SPCA website the other day to see if Bertha is up for adoption. She is and because I didn't list her given name on the form, they've re-named her. She looks very happy and healthy.
Last night during our weekly Bradley class I kept obsessing over the fact that I MUST make them dinner one night.
I like our weekly classes if only because it's a time for me to unapologetically immerse The Husband into baby stuff for at least two hours. We only have three more classes to go. I'm going to miss our instructor and the cookies.
The more videos I see of childbirth, the more I wonder how it's physically possible. I'm starting to think that a scheduled cesarean might not be so bad after all! Just knock me out and wake me a few hours later.
I'm counting down the hours until I get to fly above the Mason Dixon. I'm going to eat loads of Cabot cheese, Ben & Jerry's ice cream and clams.

Dog Update:
I couldn't stop myself from going to the LA/SPCA website the other day to see if Bertha is up for adoption. She is and because I didn't list her given name on the form, they've re-named her. She looks very happy and healthy.
"Hi, my name is Shorty. I'm a 1-year-old, female, Terrier/Lab mix. I'm a very gentle dog and I was brought in as a stray. I have a microchip, but my previous owner never registered it, so they can't find me (ed. note: yeah, whatever). I'm great on a leash and I'm very calm. I would be a great addition to any home."

1 Comments:
Ooh an emergency cesarean..scary.
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