I haven’t shaved my legs since before Claira was born.
My leg hair is long enough to braid now.
Luckily I’m still managing to feel feminine.
Of course, it’s hard not to when you’re suddenly an E cup.
I recently donated all my button-up shirts to charity.
Neil keeps wrecking my Nobly-Suffering-in-Silence routine by telling everyone when I’m having a hard time and he’s doing so GLEEFULLY. Tonight he told me that he “told the neighbour” on me and that there’s no point hiding[...]
Archive for November, 2009
Dear Fellow in the Red Pick-up Truck,
I like to be fair. I like to think that when someone whizzes past me on the road that perhaps something very, very serious is going on and I should be sympathetic rather than annoyed. But when someone suddenly speeds up because, heaven forbid, a mini-van is trying to merge in front of them, I become a little suspicious. And when that speed is of such an intensity and suddenness that[...]
Birth stories. Women seem to feel a compulsion to share them. And while the men-folk in our lives might think the driving force behind that compulsion is a sadistic desire to torture them, I think it really comes down to a need to be understood. To have what we’ve suffered acknowledged by the only people who can truly commiserate (i.e. other mothers).
Of course, it’s also fun to compete to see who suffered the most.
Competitiveness and commiseration aside[...]
Life is surreal right now. I am home but not home. Mother to my children again and yet limited in my ability to mother them. I keep struggling to do all that I was yearning to do during my time away from home and family, but there are not enough hours, not enough energy, not enough reprieve from pain.
I can oh so humbly admit to having some virtues, but patience is certainly not one of them!
There are[...]
Claira was born starving hungry. Holding her slight weight against us in the hospital, we could feel the wiggling of her tummy and hear the deep rumbling bubbly sounds of her cavernous innards. While she’s a champion nurser she just can’t get enough into her stomach before she falls asleep and as a result has to nurse almost constantly to stay contented.
And so I pump. And so there is bottle paraphenelia everywhere. And so I feel[...]
Well, I thought about phoning Eowyn and having her transcribe all the gory details here for you, but all my careful planning lacked in the phone card department. Our cell phone bill is going to be astronomical. But it was totally worth it to share the news of sweet Claira. Isn’t she purdy?
Advantage of c-section #11: No cone head or weird bruises on baby’s wee face.
Disadvantage of c-section #26: Ouch!
I’m going to be absolutely insufferable this next month or so.[...]
Eowyn here!
We got the call at about 10:00 pm MST from Neil that Claira is here!
Everything went well. It was actually Faramir doing all the talking to Neil. She is 6 lbs 8 oz, which is a good size. When we talked to him, Neil was holding the baby and waiting for Kim to get up to the suite. The C-Section happened about an hour and a half before he called us, which makes her birth[...]
I’m in a rather odd mood at the moment and this picture made me giggle so up it goes.
Last night was the worst night’s sleep I’ve had since…well…probably since I had a fussy newborn baby girl named Emma. It was the sort of night where dream images flew thick and furious and yet despite the surety that there were dreamings, little to no actual sleep seemed to transpire. I woke up groggy and sore and walked solidly into[...]
I love mail. The real sort. The sort with handwriting on the envelope and something meant for me, just me, inside. It’s a tangible expression of affection and I get downright giddy every time a piece of “real mail” arrives.
I currently have in my possession upwards of one hundred Christmas cards that I’m optimistically, possibly idiotically, planning to send out this year. The question is, who to? I sent out about fifty last year, and[...]
