Can I also just say I'm so glad Nate picked such a flattering picture of "us" (read: "me") to post. We definitely have lightened up on the pictures in the past year or two... I guess we were just saving up for the picture-heavy parenting years ahead of us.
Okay - a FRACTION of my dreams in the past few days:
* My sister Leigh told me she was pregnant; that she got pregnant right around when I did but didn't want to say anything "to take away from my special time". I remember wondering, but knowing it would be rude to ask, "What happened to you guys not planning on having kids? Were you trying?" So I just exclaimed that it was exciting, big news.
* My sister Emi's wedding day had come, and there was so much that still needed to be done that she was paralyzed and speechless, unable to speak to give directions for those of us who were asking what we could do to help. (I did send her an e-mail the next day to ask if there was anything I could do to help. She has since shared quite the extensive list of completed and well-under-way wedding tasks and projects - so rest assured it's under control in real life!)
* My family, friends and hundreds of neighbors had been rounded up and herded into a gymnasium during some kind of war-time conflict in which Jews and people of French heritage were to be executed. A few of us devised an escape plan, which consisted of excusing ourselves to the guards at the doors, telling them we had been mistaken for Jews or French people, but that we were in fact neither, and planned on them taking our word for it. It worked, but then my dad realized he forgot a camera case to a new camera he had just gotten himself for Christmas (See? That rules out Jewish!), and said he needed to go back in to get it. I figured that I, an innocent looking young pregnant woman, would be less likely to get questioned by the guards. So I told him that I would go in and get it - HOWEVER I had no intention of going that far. I was just going to pretend that I looked for it, and tell my father that I couldn't find it, knowing that in the end, he'd be more thankful that we were all alive vs. someone dying over the camera case.
* I should state that the subtitle for any of my dream postings should be: "I Couldn't Make This Stuff Up if I Tried".
And don't worry, other friends and family - you will at some point be included in my dreams as well. It's just a matter of time.
Okay bac
k to pregnancy - "We'll" be 8 weeks tomorrow - image included.Yes, people, those are webbed-paddle type appendages, and alien-looking eyes. Aren't they adorable??
I had an appointment with the OBGyn office on Wednesday - got a bag of free stuff - coupons for all the things we MUST have to be good parents, and Clorox wipes for all of those scary germs out there just waiting to infect our little Chester. And, I am not making this up, a personal razor for women with the shaving gel included in the handle of the device - because, presumably, moms don't have time to pick up a shaving gel bottle, take the lid off, squirt the gel onto their legs, and THEN shave. But it's enough of a priority to this company, and my doctor's office, that I still shave my legs, no matter how sleep deprived I may be. Well, I guess an OBGyn sees a lot of legs.... etc....
Oh yeah - the doctor's appointment. So I peed in a cup and had blood drawn to make sure I don't have syphilis, etc. Keep your fingers crossed on that one!
Did you feel the personal connection in that re-counting of my first prenatal appointment? No, me neither. Which is why I still consider myself to be shopping around for a provider. I had an appointment scheduled with a midwife that day as well, but she had to reschedule due to attending a labor. I guess I'll forgive her - goes with the territory. So, I'll see her next week instead.
Okay - I don't know why I thought for a second that I would maybe, just MAYBE, keep this entry shorter than the last one.... but for anyone who knows me, you know that short on words is just not my style. Just be glad this isn't a phone message on your answering machine. I'm the first to admit - I'm bad. I'm wordy. I'm out of control. I apologize to those of you who have been affected by my condition.
But hey, I mentioned earlier that I'm in "making-the-most-out-of-pre-baby-life" mode... and even a non-parent like me can see the writing on the wall (or the computer screen - groan) to know that I should not anticipate the amount of free time it takes to write blog entries of this length once I have little Chester attached to a mammary or asking for an eleventeenth bedtime story...
So - look away if reading these entries will be too painful for you. But for those of you who are intrigued enough to check in with the Sylvestieu Times, I think it's a realistic prediction that my entries will not be daily, but they will be comprehensive once they are posted - maybe once a week.
And as for Nate... well, he had the idea of starting a blog in the first place, did so, posted the ultrasound picture, and showed me how to make posts. I'm sure he's just holding back because once he gets started expressing his thoughts and feelings on such life-changing events as the one we'll be going through - you just can't stop him. Talk about flood gates.
I'm estimating that approximately 87% of you knew that that last statement was 100% sarcasm.
Okay, it's 8:16 and time for this pregnant lady to hit the hay.
Hope you got some chuckles.
