Some of the, sometimes, worst things about this adulthood trap are the deadlines that follow us around. Some of them are smaller and less pressure than others, currently, I am under the most pressing deadline of my life: the birth of my child.
Tag: Pregnancy
Meditation on Morning Sickness
My third trimester approacheth, and with it, morning sickness. It sucks, yet in the midst of that suckage, there is an opportunity for meditation and awe. (This won’t be too gross, I promise.)
Second Trimester Lessons
This second trimester has been SOOO much better than my trimester.
1. Can we talk, again, about how much I love eating stuff I want?
Islands of Slowed Down Time
I bought Mamma Zen over the weekend and just this morning read a chapter on time, reflecting on the artificial demarkations of time (for example, day v. night, which cease to exist with someone whose stomach can only hold four oz).
Sahara’s Two Cents
A first pregnancy is a fruitful time for advice, I was soon warned after the stick turned blue.
The Art of Sleeping in Public
I know; I’m an adult. I’m not a kid anymore, and I’m actually carrying a kid right now. All of these things means that I need to go to bed earlier and gets lots of sleep.
It usually doesn’t happen, even despite my best intentions, and I find myself making it through a workday by…. supplementing that sleep in other ways.
Is Being “Mom” Cool?
I have had this crappy idea about becoming a mother. But before I confess to the Silent Priest of Public Scrutiny, please understand I do not mean any insult or disrespect with these ideas. This is my own hang up, I know.
Was That You, Little Girl?
October 23rd, approximately 3:45 pm, I felt a thump or muscle spasm way down low. But there is no reason for this spasm. Then I felt another one, and began thinking – could that be her? I poked it back. A little bit later, I felt another spasm, this time a little bit over. I poked that one, too.
My Instincts Are Sometimes Mute
How well do you trust your instincts? People say we should, but do you? It’s not something I’ve thought about very often, but knowing I’m going to raise a little girl has made me think about how I’m gonna teach her this stuff. I’m better in some areas than others.
The Daily Dose I Could Do Without
I got my daily dose of street harassment yesterday.
At 4.5 months pregnant, I’m still in the stomach phase of ‘I look like I ate too much.’ (Cohiba’s like: Yeah – if you ate a baby.) I was walking back to work from an afternoon coffee jaunt and these two young guys passed me. One of them yelled, “How far along are you?”
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 