The Pregnant Waddle

Pre-Pregnancy Weight Just Around the Corner (It's Trying to Run and Hide)

Thursday, July 28, 2005

She's here, and she's beautiful!


Meet Ngaire:

She was born July 18 at 3:41 p.m. after a seven-and-a-half-hour labor. She weighed 8.5 pounds at birth, lost 8 ounces in her first day, and gained 5 back within her first four days of life, which will give you an idea of how much she's been eating.

Her name is a Maori word meaning "silver fern," and is pronounced "NI ree" (rhymes with fiery). We named her after an old family friend of Husbandlet's.

I have so much to write about, but I fear that the combination of baby-adoring and learning to type one-handed while nursing may cut down on blogging time for awhile. Thank you for checking in on me!

Monday, July 11, 2005

For anyone still wondering, compelling evidence that the Husbandlet and I are completely and totally stark, staring mad

We agreed to be in charge of the Bible story station at our church’s vacation Bible school every evening this week.

And yes, Squidgle’s due date is Thursday. And yes, my parents are flying out here permanently on Wednesday, and YES, their plane gets in after 11 p.m. and we’re planning to pick them up after VBS that night.

You will be pleased to know that we did have enough foresight to set up alternative VBS leaders and parent-pickers-up, though I’m pretty much stuck with giving birth to the Squid myself.

Abashed

Abashed am I. After my little week-and-a-half hiatus, there was such an outpouring of comments and goodwill that here I am, with barely a weekend’s slacking to my name, posting once again. By the way, I’ve answered the comments in the comments section of the last post. And, now that my college suitemate has delurked, I’m quite curious about who else is out there! Please feel free to leave cryptic messages with names, pseudonymical or otherwise, that I’ll be able to associate with you. Seriously, Daniel, “yo mama eats kitty litter”? (Of course, I did connect it with you eventually … not sure what that says about either of us.)

We had a great weekend. Though the weatherpeople called for rain on Friday night, the evening was beautiful and clear, so we decided to see Hamlet, the play being performed outdoors. The weatherpeople’s negativity, however, meant that the entire audience turnout was around 20 people, including Squidgle: in other words, fewer than the cast. It was an … interesting performance. The Hamlet kept dropping/inverting/forgetting lines; he skipped chunks of the “To be or not to be” speech! His dialogue with the Gravedigger was hilarious because at one point Hamlet led off with the wrong line, while the Gravedigger doggedly went ahead with the line he was supposed to say, so that their conversation went something like this:

Hamlet: Yo, how long you been digging graves?
Gravedigger: One that was a woman, etc.

I think they hired their Hamlet to go with their set, which featured scaffolding rather heavily. Hamlet, while not always saying what he should, did manage to say it all while swinging monkeylike around and over the bars.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, the next night, was a delightful contrast: clever, professional, light-hearted, all-around entertaining. Directors seem to feel compelled to re-set Shakespeare, and this one set the play in the 1950s and used oldies, played over the sound system, to introduce scenes and characters or to expand on a theme (“You Cheated”), but it actually worked quite well. I’m especially glad that the play was so well-done because we had talked Husbandlet’s new lab group member/officemate and her husband into joining us, and you know how it is when you invite semi-strangers to do something and they say yes and have to drive an hour to join you and you’re not sure if they’re just trying to be polite or even like Shakespeare in the first place because they're laid-back Midwesterners and you're garrulous grafted-in Southerners and you can't exactly remember whether you gave them a chance to get a word in edgewise to say "no"? I mean, we enjoyed seeing Hamlet make like an orangutan and flub his lines, but I wouldn’t want to subject anyone else to it against their inclinations.

As a final tidbit: the Vitamin E oil actually works pretty well on the tummy rash. At least as well as the hydrocortisone cream (OKed by my doctor), and I’m less worried about the Vitamin E causing Squidgle to come out with bulging muscles or two heads.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Yo ho ho and a bottle of Tums

I'm ba-ack! Actually, I haven't really been away ... just blog-slacking. Husbandlet objected to this last night, thrusting aside my feeble excuses ("Our home Internet connection is slow! I don't have anything exciting to write about!") with crushing logic ("You could type in Word! You made the Blue Shorts entertaining! Poor blue shorts." He misses his blue shorts). By the by, Nate claims to be able to install all new, non-sprung elastic into said shorts. I think he meant that he could instruct me in such craftiness, but I'm more inclined to mail the shorts to him for the operation. I do know how to sew, but finicky things like zippers and elastic and buttonholes I prefer to leave to the truly hard-core. Case in point: I made a beautiful quilt right before the Husbandlet and I got married ... which has never actually been quilted. I mean, the entire quilt is together, and we've been sleeping under it for nearly two years, but the little neat pattern of stitches designed to hold the front and back of the quilt together? I never got around to putting them in. I fear it's a lost cause, and I should just cave and take the quilt to a quilting store in town that has a quilting machine. Or I could mail it to Nate.

See, Husbandlet, see? I'm totally rambling.

As of yesterday, I have gestated the Squid for 39 weeks. I've been one centimeter dialated for over a week now, and I'm experiencing increasingly noticeable Braxton-Hicks contractions. I have developed favorite flavors of Tums. And my body has learned a new trick: let's take an already tightly-stretched area of skin, specifically the belly, and make it really, really itchy! Let's even get a lovely rash to break out! The baby doctor I saw today (whom, let it be said, I like tremendously) said that basically the only thing to be done for the itchy belly is to give birth. (This seems to be the answer for nearly every discomfort of pregnancy, including labor.) In the meantime, I'm pouring on the Vitamin E oil.

We have a fun weekend ahead of us. We've loaded up our Saturn, Clive, with emergency hospital-run-to-give-birth gear and a baby seat, and we're heading off to visit an aunt and uncle who live no more than the requisite hour's-drive from the hospital, and to take in two free Shakespeare plays (Two Gentlemen of Verona and Hamlet). Speaking of which, Husbandlet bought me a wonderful New Mommy Gift: DVDs of 15 Shakespeare plays done by the BBC as part of a complete works of Shakespeare series back in the 1980s. So far, we have watched The Taming of the Shrew (with John Cleese!) and the beginning of Richard II, starring one of my all-time favorites, Derek Jacobi. We are definitely Shakespeare geeks here at the House of Waddle; I must confess that I look forward to the day when we can snatch a few more moments in bed of a Saturday morning by telling the Squid (and any Squidlet siblings), "Go get some sugary cereal and watch some Shakespeare!"

I'll check back with y'all in about a decade and let you know if that actually works.

Friday, July 01, 2005

They hunt for small children, you know

This morning, driving to Husbandlet's place of work/study/getting covered with mud, we passed a middle school with a huge parking lot entirely filled with school buses. SO many school buses. School buses as far as the eye could see.

Me: Now, there's a scary sight.
Husbandlet: It's OK; they're dormant.