Monthly Archives: March 2009

March 24, 2009

Walking the Dog

About two years ago I got a dog. Since we don’t have a back yard to speak of, I walk him every morning, often while talking to my mom on the phone.

Two years ago we talked about picking IVF clinics. Then the tests. Then the engagement and the wedding, the honeymoon. Finally the shots. The ultrasounds. Blood draws. The hoping. THe wondering. The waiting. The Big News. The morning sickness. The weight gain. The amazement. The Waddle. More ultrasounds. More weight gain.

More Waiting.

All while walking around the same blocks. Every day. Seeing the same people. The same houses. The same yards. The dog peeing on the same trees.

Today, for the first time I walked the dog around those blocks, seeing those same houses. the same yards, the dog peeing on the same trees, all while looking down on my two week old son sleeping snuggled down in his sling.

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March 6, 2009

My Fair Ladies

Boobies + Cupcakes = WIN!

No other body part on either men or women have such high expectations as the breasts. They provide life, mold our teenage years and create much of the first impression when ever we meet someone new. At least with the cock, you can hide it in your pants. Your relationship with it is strictly between the two of you, and occasionally, when you are lucky, someone special. Or, at least, someone willing. Breasts, on the other hand, are on display, inviting comments, and innuendo.

They are expected to be a certain size, not too small, not too big. A little droop, but not too much. Nipples should be there, just a hint, nothing sticking out too far! EVERYONE has an opinion about them. Give them half a chance and they will tell you.

A girl can decide to make them bigger, or smaller though surgery and, more opinions about your body will be given to you completely unsolicited, sometimes from perfect strangers. Read more...

Tick Tok Tick Tok

As we all know, the waiting is the hardest part. (Followed in second place by the first time I had to get the 1.5 inch needle filled with progesterone in oil, jammed in my hip) but it’s one thing to know that theoretically….

It’s another to be sitting on the couch, so large your can’t move, so oddly shaped you can no longer get comfortable, forced to do nothing but wait. And wonder. Another hour? Day? Week? Was that a real contraction? Is the baby still moving enough? What can I eat now? Will my brain really rot is watch another movie? What if it’s the Sex in the City movie?

Last week when I went for my check up, I was dilated to 2, baby was at -2 station, but my cervics was still long. My midwife suggested I might not make it till my next appointment. My next appointment is tomorrow. *sigh* Maybe I will hit 3/6/09. Read more...