Monday, December 01, 2008


I don't know why, but 32 weeks feels like a good milestone to me. I think maybe Dr. Google told me that it was a big one to make -- or maybe it was 34 weeks, but let's just go with 32 so that I can feel good about it.

I'm just coming off about three weeks of a cold that really ended up kicking my ass. Being a hypochondriac, I began to think that perhaps I had lymphoma or something, or that maybe I had abruptly become geriatric and would always feel this way. Like, walking up one flight of stairs made me seriously winded. Or even just holding for five minutes would make me feel faint. Cooking Thanksgiving dinner felt like hiking Mount Whitney in a day (not that I've done that, but I know people who have). And then, yesterday, I started feeling better, just like that. We went on walks; we ran errands; I stood up for long stretches without feeling woozy. Outstanding!

I've finished up my various consulting projects, so I now have a couple of months before F.ranz arrives to do whatever, as long as it doesn't involve spending money, since the end of my projects means the end of my own income stream until I look for a real job in the spring, when there are not likely to be any, it appears. Wasn't that a wonderfully constructed sentence?

F.ranz's debut, incidentally, is scheduled for 1/21/09. I was hoping for 1/22, the start of Aquarius, but my OB is busy that day, and I guess 1/21 is nice in that it'll be O.bama's first full day in office, and all of our problems will be solved. Also, that date turns out to have been my grandmother's birthday. Of the three grandparents I knew (one died long before my birth), I was probably the least close to her, but, oddly, after she got Alzhe.imer's, she became much warmer, so now I think of her fondly. Strangely, I have many more fears this time about a c-section than I did the first time, though I still think I'd rather go that route than a VBAC. I also asked to have my problematic, endometriosis-afflicted right ovary removed at the same time, but I may decide not to have that done -- it seems like asking for trouble somehow.

Very boldly, I've begun assembling the contents of's room. I still feel as if I am tempting fate by doing so. But we've got all the big items, including a hand-me-down crib, a cheery IKE.A changing table, and even diapers. unwittingly gave his glider to in exchange for the ubiquitous I.KEA Po.ang chair. I think Fran.z will have to have a Scandinavian name, not just to match his brother's, but also to coordinate with the IK.EA palace we've assembled around here.

OB appointment tomorrow; will report in with any exciting or shocking developments. Now that I'm back to being a housewife, I hope to blog more regularly, perhaps even with thematic, well-thought-out posts. I know.


Jess said...

It sounds like things are going well for you! Not too long now!


Anonymous said...

I am glad you are doing ok! Pictures of would be nice . . . ;)

TLB said...

Um, yes, pictures of, please!

T-bone said...

I've always been fond of Glamor.os or IV.AN! Mong.stad has a nice ring to it.