I can’t coast forever on the fumes of my resurrected ‘new’ posts showing up en masse this week, I suppose, so I’ll take the lazy mom’s hack and join Jen for a few.
1. I had the craziest conversation with my fantastic masseuse tonight, who may or may not have started JP’s labor last time around. This time around? I didn’t beg her to pull out the big guns yet, but I definitely feel closer to the finish line after a good 60 minute pummeling. If you have a Chinese reflexology place in your vicinity, I implore you to go check it out. A-mazing. And 30 bucks. For an hour. I would literally pay somebody 100 for the incredible work she does, but I don’t have to. So I just tip her ridiculously well and send aaaaaaall my pregnant/stressed/injured/breathing friends her way as referrals. Eastern medicine for the win, at least in this arena. But her story … just stay tuned, because it’s worth an entire post – hell, an entire book.
2. John Paul is so adorable this week. And so snuggly. Actually it’s borderline obsessive snuggly.
In my bed, inches from my head, no better place to be.
I think if he could, he would crawl back into hotel uterus, grab his sister by the scruff of her neck, toss her into his crib and settle in for the winter. He wants to be lying on me all the time, nuzzling my neck and breathing up my nose and I honestly think he would ingest me if he could somehow figure out how to. He also has a sweet, sweet devotion to Mama Mary and points her out at every possible opportunity, going so far as to sleep with a little figure from one of our nativity sets in his bed. I can only presume that baby is indeed imminent, and he senses it, and that he is most likely going to be Pope one day. Nicely played, John Paul Franics. You needn’t even take a new name. Though Benedict XVII has a nice ring to it…
3. So many carbs. I can’t stop eating, and the scale is recording my every transgression. I always forget about this last 2-5 week period where all bets are off and even if I’ve managed a very reasonable 30 something increase up to this point…well, de nada. Because the last month of pregnancy for me is like the fatty fall round up of all of nature’s hibernating beasts. And I’m the one eating all the acorns and drinking all the honey and you just never know when you’re going to need that extra burst of energy so yes, I will eat that peanut butter sandwich at 3 am. And then I’ll wonder why my belly enters a room 4.3 seconds before I do.
I’m giving these credit for 33% of my November/December weight gain.
4. My dad casually mentioned to me in conversation the other day that my mom was, quote, “reading your blog in bed last night and laughing so hard that he was concerned,” and that “he was just trying to finish ‘Mockingjay’ but she kept interrupting him to read him excerpts.” I honestly just, don’t, … no words.
5. I took the plunge and moved all my kids’ toys (except for a single basket of books and a small ottoman full of a few select items) to the basement today. My main level looks amazing, and I spent at least 23 cumulative minutes going up and down the basement stairs breaking up fights/checking for the blood that must surely be accompanying that gawdawful noise/resetting the damn Curious George episode to minute 1. So I think at this rate, I can plan on having a much less cluttered and beautiful living space, and possibly canceling my gym membership also. And maybe having a home birth on the basement stairs.
6. We had a local tragedy today that ended about as well as something like a school shooting could have ended, but is still cause for great sorrow. Arapahoe high school is about 2 miles from our house, so we were effectively on our own lockdown all afternoon from the resultant traffic of the emergency response at the school. Please pray for all the students involved. And please don’t think Colorado is some batshit crazy cowboy country filled with crazed gun-toting teenagers out for blood. I know our reputation is not super stellar, but I wish I could convey the reality that this is a safe place, a good place to live, and that a few lunatics do not a society of bad apples make. I do think our public schools could benefit from a little good ‘ol fashioned catechism and discipline, however, because if they’re not getting it at home and they can’t have it at school, then when exactly can we expect character formation, personal responsibility, basic moral instruction and a rudimentary explanation of good vs. evil to take place in these kids’ hearts? Are we hoping the hours of daily media intake coupled with absentee parents will do the trick?
I’ll never forget the day Columbine unfolded. I was a sophomore in high school about 50 miles south of Littleton (ironically we live about 5 miles from Columbine, now) and our gym teacher pulled us into the wrestling loft to tell us the news. I remember her very seriously explaining that something like that would never, ever happen to us at our school, and that if anybody did try to hurt us, she would die before letting them get past her. It was both traumatizing and deeply moving, and it stuck with me. I hope the kids at Arapahoe High School today had a similar encounter with the heroic faculty and staff who helped to keep them safe by following the unfortunate protocols we’ve developed and perfected since that dark day in April 1999.
7. Ending on an insipid up note – meet my new bff:
When I was pregnant with JP I won a Timi and Leslie bag at a fancy baby store open house, and it was the cadillac of diaper bags. Sadly, it met its maker in bella Roma, but only after being schlepped across multiple borders of many countries, enduring blistering heat, freezing rain, and sweltering trips to the beach, and carting the worldly goods of mama +2 all over the US and then Italy. I vowed that one day I would again own a diaper bag that didn’t look like a diaper bag, and then, clicking around the inter webs on cyber Monday, I found my new partner in crime. My favorite part of it is the cross-body strap. My least favorite part is the unstructured-and-kind-of-a-cellphone-and-keys-black-hole-main-compartments. But really, I could buy a diaper bag organizer insert. Or I could just put my keys/phone/wallet in the same place every time like a responsible adult instead of vomiting the contents of my center console into the bag whenever I exit my mom chariot. Only time will tell.
Now that you’ve digested thee most random of the week’s takes (I’m taking liberties and bestowing that honor upon myself) head over to Jen’s for more coherent lists. Or endless examples of holiday gift giving guides and gingerbread recipes. It really could go either way…
p.s. Did you see, Baby Lily is going home tomorrow, sans feeding tube! She even nursed successfully during two of her feeds today – praise God! Our Lady of La Leche is coming through for this little lady big time, keep your prayers coming.