There is still far too much grass growing in inappropriate places in my garden, but that’s at least one clump of daffodils that has some room to breathe now!
call her green, for the children who’ve made her
Archive for February, 2010
From an email newsletter I’ve signed up for, which tells you every week what your baby is up to. This is the update for week nine: Your new resident is nearly an inch long — about the size of a grape — and weighs just a fraction of an ounce. She’s starting to look more [...]
My next doctor’s appointment is next Wednesday, and it is all I can think about. What’s the deal, baby? I know you’re trying to take over my body, but do you have to take over my mind as well?
It was such a gloriously warm afternoon that I went outside and drew chalk patterns on our front walk. There are three kids living in the house on the corner, and they had set up a card table on the sidewalk and were yelling, “Bake Sale for Haiti!” at every passing car, so I went [...]
The mountains today are the same color blue as the sky. Only the sun hitting their edges sets them apart.
I had a million reasons to feel crummy today, but I can’t really say that I did. The bus ride took an hour because there was a wreck on the bridge, work was frustrating and my boss was stupid, and I was more or less constantly hungry, but somehow, it was all ok. I don’t [...]
I promised I would go hack at the roses today, so hack at them I will, despite the fact that it is raining rather persistently at the moment. This just means that doing the taxes this afternoon becomes that much more attractive, because at least then I can be indoors and wrapped up in a [...]
Today in Baby News: My parasite is half an inch long (compared to a quarter of an inch last week) and is growing flippers, which will eventually be hands and feet if everything turns out ok. Right now though, flippers. And it has a tail! Babies are weird.
So. I’ve been trying to come up with a clever way to break this story, but the more I think about it, the harder it gets to say anything, so I think I’ll just skip the preamble and get straight to the heart of the matter: I’m pregnant. There is a bun in my oven, [...]
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