Wednesday, February 03, 2010
love belly.
the belly has finally gotten to a good place. firm, not so doughy; full of squiggling baby that other people can feel, at least occasionally; visible, but not uncomfortable. this was the week i was sure the students could tell. although, they're not very observant. but i bet some of them have figured it out.
the squiggling is something else. the ratio of serious thumps to minor flips and squirms is pretty low, but i'll take what i can get. mom was here and we went to see the monkey's show (Carousel is a cancer on the american theatrical tradition, but he was good), and himself thumped quite a few times during the overture and the louder numbers.
we're talking about names. and it's good. i feel like we're going to name this baby something good. and we're both doing well, despite the monkey getting hit-and-ran in hollywood last night. i can't pretend like the thousand bucks (whose idea was the high deductible? um, mine) won't be missed, but i'm pleased with how good it feels that . . . we are okay. we are okay.
and, my mom is making us a crapload of diapers. like, thirty. herself! i can't believe her. she is also okay. okay.
the squiggling is something else. the ratio of serious thumps to minor flips and squirms is pretty low, but i'll take what i can get. mom was here and we went to see the monkey's show (Carousel is a cancer on the american theatrical tradition, but he was good), and himself thumped quite a few times during the overture and the louder numbers.
we're talking about names. and it's good. i feel like we're going to name this baby something good. and we're both doing well, despite the monkey getting hit-and-ran in hollywood last night. i can't pretend like the thousand bucks (whose idea was the high deductible? um, mine) won't be missed, but i'm pleased with how good it feels that . . . we are okay. we are okay.
and, my mom is making us a crapload of diapers. like, thirty. herself! i can't believe her. she is also okay. okay.
