tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39004692011-04-21T19:24:31.820-04:00The Once and Future Blog...shadows of the world appear...
Tricianoreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1116871642508824022005-05-23T13:59:00.000-04:002005-05-23T14:29:27.930-04:0039-week appointment today. Not a lot of progress - "a fingertip" dilated and 50% effaced. Even the doctor said that's not much. I know that it doesn't really mean anything - I could go into labor and give birth tonight, or I could have been way more dilated and stayed that way for weeks - but coupled with the fact that I barely even feel pregnant anymore, it was discouraging. I feel almost TOO Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1116446027065329112005-05-18T15:38:00.000-04:002005-05-18T15:53:47.070-04:00I feel good. This is not good.38 weeks, 3 days today, and strangely enough I feel great. Last week was tough - for some reason, last Wednesday was the worst I've felt this entire pregnancy. I was just too tired and sore and big and lumbering to even walk more than a few steps. The next morning, though, I woke up feeling fantastic, and I've been fine ever since. Sure, I feel big (hell, I AM big) Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1115215630708233892005-05-04T10:06:00.000-04:002005-05-04T10:07:10.713-04:00Note to self:36 weeks pregnant is NOT the time to rent Kramer vs. Kramer.Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1115127845388781472005-05-03T09:35:00.000-04:002005-05-03T09:44:05.386-04:00I'd heard a lot about "pregnancy brain," which supposedly makes women forgetful and absentminded. Now, Andy might tell you that that wouldn't be a big change for me, but honestly, I hadn't noticed myself losing things more than usual, or forgetting things, or anything like that.Until today.When I take my lunch to work, I always pack it in one of those ubiquitous plastic grocery bags. So last Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1115080091451883822005-05-02T20:21:00.000-04:002005-05-02T20:30:09.850-04:0036-week-appointment update:* After only gaining 1 pound between 32 and 34 weeks, I guess I got cocky. I gained 4 pounds between 34 and 36 weeks. Damn ice cream.* Had a Group B Strep swab but no internal exam yet, for which I was grateful.* The Papoose has not dropped yet - the doctor said the pressure when I walk and the twingey pelvic pains I've been having are likely the result of posture Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1115061967796828182005-05-02T15:16:00.000-04:002005-05-02T15:26:07.796-04:00I really need to update more than once a month. Yesterday I hit the 36-week mark, though! I should be happy to think I've only got 4 weeks until my due date, but I have a feeling it's going to be longer than that. I knew that first-time mothers tended to go late, but I didn't know it had actually been studied until I read this, which states that for Caucasian women in private medical care Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1112718051878912502005-04-05T12:11:00.000-04:002005-04-05T12:20:51.880-04:00Had my 32-week appointment yesterday. Shockingly, I only gained 4.5 lbs in the last 4 weeks. Between the outgrowing of the pants and the swelling of the face, I was worried that I'd put on a lot more than that. So I'm up 23 lbs total - not bad.The doctor felt my belly and determined that the Papoose is not sideways after all - he's head down. I have no idea how he could tell, because I sure can'tTricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1112372136180069012005-04-01T11:07:00.000-05:002005-04-01T11:15:36.180-05:00Luckily, Sunday night's crappy sleep was not the herald of things to come. Sleeping on my side is once again manageable - yay!I think the little guy is lying sideways. For a while now, I've seemed to feel most of the movement far to each side, often on both sides at once. He gets particularly squirmy when I lie on one side. The other night I was lying on my left side, and he started pogoing - I Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1112034592669773862005-03-28T13:24:00.000-05:002005-03-28T13:29:52.670-05:00At 31 weeks, I seem to have officially entered The Uncomfortable Phase. Just when I'd gotten used to sleeping on my side, my belly became too big to make it comfortable any more. I can't sleep on my back (for some circulatory reason it's bad for the baby, and besides, it's uncomfortable) and I obviously can't sleep on my stomach, so I don't know what to do. I have heartburn when I eat, sciatica Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1110898488038150082005-03-15T09:44:00.000-05:002005-03-15T09:54:48.040-05:00The last two days the baby's been incredibly active. If I look at my belly, it's pretty much continuously rippling and heaving now - I see fewer and fewer of the little kicks that make my stomach twitch, and more of this rolling movement under the surface. When I lie on my side at night, he likes to poke the side I'm lying on. Maybe it's because my placenta is in the front and I therefore feel Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1110212873782562192005-03-07T11:17:00.000-05:002005-03-07T11:27:53.783-05:00We finished the nursery this weekend! It's painted, the new light fixtures are installed, the crib is assembled, and the dressers are in there. We still need to order the rocker/recliner we picked out, and do decorative things like the curtains and artwork, but the big stuff is all done. It's early, but it's a relief to know that it's finished.I seem to have developed some kind of crafty gene. Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1106517348793385632005-01-23T16:49:00.000-05:002005-01-23T16:55:48.793-05:00I've heard all the stories about how insane pregnancy makes women. My "Girlfriends Guide" promised that I'd find myself weeping over the last piece of cake being gone, getting sentimental about diaper commercials, and throwing crockery at Andy's head. But for months, I felt just fine, and I was all proud that I had avoided this pregnancy cliche.
No such luck. I don't know exactly when it changedTricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1105126596950124042005-01-07T14:28:00.000-05:002005-01-07T14:42:23.070-05:00Make that shirts, too. I must have tried on 6 shirts yesterday morning before work. All of my button-downs are now too short to cover my belly. I still have a couple of things that work, but not very many. My officemates are fascinated by my new, all-maternity-all-the-time wardrobe. I guess this is what they mean by "popping"?
In other news, Andy is absolutely thrilled to see me getting bigger Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1104804920279514622005-01-03T21:11:00.000-05:002005-01-03T21:16:49.676-05:00I'm sitting in the armchair in our living room, and the baby has been more active than he's been in days - I keep feeling little pokes in my lower abdomen. He was awake for a while around lunchtime, too. It was like he was pounding on the wall in there. "Hey mom, let's get a sandwich down here pronto, okay? *Thwack*"
This is the coolest feeling in the world. At the risk of sounding like a huge Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1104361110304987262004-12-29T17:49:00.000-05:002004-12-31T18:39:23.300-05:00 It's a man, baby!
We learned today, at 18 weeks 3 days, that we're going to have a son. I can't believe we were both right!
Andy later confessed to me that he'd been nervous going into today's ultrasound - he was afraid we'd see that the baby had flippers, or antlers, or some other horrible deformity. Strangely, I wasn't worried about that, but it was still nice to see an actual normal-lookingTricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1102995714234785902004-12-13T22:35:00.000-05:002004-12-13T22:42:45.300-05:00Back from the 16-week appointment. Pretty uneventful, although Andy came with me this time and got a kick out of hearing the heartbeat. I met with one of the doctors I hadn't met yet, and I really liked him - he laughed at me when I corrected his timing (he said I was sixteen weeks today, not yesterday) and lectured me good-naturedly about how few babies actually arrive on their due date and how Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1102950622717575502004-12-13T09:42:00.000-05:002004-12-13T10:10:22.716-05:0016 Weeks
I can't believe it's been more than a year since I've written anything here. Obviously a lot has happened in that time. Today, I'm 16 weeks and one day pregnant.
We'd been going back and forth about when to have a baby for a long time. I was so scared of the idea, and yet I wanted it more than anything in the world. I read books about "the transition to parenthood" to try and predictTricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1073503985653317072004-01-07T14:33:00.000-05:002004-01-07T14:34:46.640-05:00I had kind of given up on this blog for a while - it's not that I was so busy, I just felt kind of dorky about it. I don't think anyone really reads it, except maybe Andy. But something interesting happened last month that made me think about it some more.
Andy's grandmother died in early December after complications from surgery. I had only met Granny a few times, but she was the undeniable Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1064417425974836112003-09-24T11:30:00.000-04:002003-09-24T11:30:25.750-04:00 Check this out.
ONE MOVIE NOT ENOUGH TO SLAY HULK'S MIGHTY HUNGER. NEED BLOG TOO.Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1064417121305229642003-09-24T11:25:00.000-04:002004-12-11T19:49:30.386-05:00You have a baby! In a bar!
When we got invited to Andy's 10-year high school reunion, I wasn't sure what to expect. I've been waiting for my own reunion for years, ever since I stopped being the loser I was throughout most of high school. But I had an idea that a high school reunion in Boone County, West Virginia, would be a lot different than mine in suburban New York.
I'd like to apologize Tricianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1059146951286833822003-07-25T11:29:00.000-04:002004-12-11T19:48:14.650-05:00I hear stories all the time about people’s brushes with celebrity. When I lived in New York, co-workers would come in from lunch gushing about how they just saw Michael Jordan walking down the street or sat next to Uma Thurman in a restaurant. But although I lived in what’s probably the celebrity capital of the world for more than a year, I never saw anyone even remotely famous. (Unless you countTricianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-1057154333446994422003-07-02T09:58:00.000-04:002003-07-02T09:58:53.220-04:00After months of indecision on whether to stay in Boston or eventually find somewhere else to live, we made a decision. Oh, and...we bought a house!
(Almost!)
This has all happened so fast, my head is still spinning. It was only about three weeks ago that we decided we wanted to stay in Boston after all. Having decided to stay here, we knew we didn't want to keep spending exorbitant rent for ourTricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-952845132003-06-04T10:25:00.000-04:002003-06-04T10:25:14.136-04:00More fun with urban wildlife: The Kendall Square Turkey
Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-952821202003-06-04T09:23:00.000-04:002003-06-04T09:23:48.420-04:00"shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird." - Atticus Finch, To Kill a Mockingbird
All well and good, but old Atticus never spent a night in our apartment.
Last night I was awakened around midnight by Andy's tossing and cursing. Apparently a mockingbird must be nesting in the tree across from our bedroom window, and I don't know if it Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-934176652003-04-28T15:51:00.000-04:002003-04-28T15:51:15.313-04:00Have you ever seen or read something at work that made you laugh out loud, only you don't want to laugh out loud because you're at work, so you sit there, trying to laugh silently, while tears roll down your cheeks?
I love that.
Anyway, here's the latest culprit: Weight Watchers 1974 Recipe Cards. Don't say I didn't warn you.
For even more culinary high jinks, visit the Gallery of Regrettable Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-933171112003-04-26T19:45:00.000-04:002003-04-27T13:13:02.000-04:00When the cat's away...
...the mouse stays out until 3 a.m. and wakes up with a hangover.
Oof. Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-932116092003-04-24T21:12:00.000-04:002003-04-26T19:51:54.000-04:00I stole this idea from Michelle, who stole it from someone else. I hope neither of them mind!
100 Things About Me:
1. I am a writer and editor.
2. I love my job.
3. I know basic html, which I learned from posting on a bulletin board in the mid-90s. So far it hasn't come in handy for anything except posting on more bulletin boards.
4. I work in the admissions office of a large university.
5. I Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-854378632002-12-03T13:58:00.000-05:002002-12-03T14:01:22.000-05:00The piano has been drinking....not me, not me
It was Mike's fault. Really.
He told me we would split the pitcher of margaritas we ordered on Saturday night when Andy and I went out with him and his brother Heath (Andy's cousins). So when the pitcher came, we each poured ourselves a glass - but then Mike decided he wanted a beer chaser. And at some point without my noticing he switched to all Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-851088812002-11-26T09:28:00.000-05:002002-11-26T09:31:14.000-05:00LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming Tricianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900469.post-841220722002-11-06T11:29:00.000-05:002002-11-06T12:08:01.000-05:00Whose cuisine reigns supreme?
Every evening, there's a battle being fought in my kitchen...a battle to assert culinary dominance.
Oh, I know, most women bitch that their husbands never help them with the cooking. I have the opposite problem.
When Andy and I first got together, some weird nesting instinct kicked in for both of us and we started cooking dinner together. At first, we really Tricianoreply@blogger.com0