Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Saturday, October 14, 2006

You know you are used to the tropics when...

You name the mice that are in your house...not because they live there but because they live right outside your frondoor and use your apartment as a walk through to the porch.

You have a roach the size of your thumb crawl up next to you and you think, "Oh, he's not so bad...at least he's not the size of my husband's thumb!"

You think that 75 degrees is "cool".

Your baby get's cold in the grocery store because it is air-conditioned.

Your husband comments on your tan and you get the impression he thinks it resembles a construction worker :-)

You find little pieces of poop in weird places (stuck to the ceiling, on the sewing machine, underneath ledges) and you are thankful that the lizards are living with you to keep down the mosquito population.

Loving the fun and sun down here! Hope you find the fun side of your places' little "quirks" :-)

Friday, September 29, 2006

Lady

Well, if you read Paul's blog you will already know what this post is about. Wednesday the 27th of September, Isaac, Lady and I went over to the pool across the street for a swim. We had some friends join us and Lady was a bit much for the little kids so I decided to bring her home for the last hour that we were going to be over there so that she wouldn't overwhelm the little ones. We have a 20 foot tie off chain that I had rigged up to the steel burglar proofing bars and shortened it so that when Lady was on the porch she could move around somewhat but still be safe on the porch. Not sure how it happened (I used the chain the previous day and it was fine) but apparently it wasn't as short as I thought. I came home and Lady didn't bark at us coming up the stairs. I thought maybe it was because we were all wet from the pool, making our smell and we weren't making noise so maybe she alcoveseep. I opened the front door and still nothing. Now I was worried. She should have heard that. But she has been getting more and more creative in her escape attempts, several times managing to get off her restraints and run around the yard until we get home. I called her as I lay Isaac on the bed but didn't hear her collar clinking or anything. Now I was really worried. I looked at the door to get ready to go out on the porch and I saw that the chain was taut against the bars and stretched across the porch. Now I was just scared.

I knew what was coming, as hard as I wanted it to be an empty collar at the end of that chain. I don't think I ever do that door open so fast. I should have gone slower to the rail but I couldn't. I should have stopped and steeled myself but I didn't. I rushed to the rail and looked right over into Lady's face with this lifeless expression that was frozen in a look that said, "Crud, I'm stuck!". At least I know she didn't suffer. There was no blood, no signs that
she struggled, just her hanging there limp. I couldn't help it. I screamed. The poor construction
workers must have thought the world was coming to an end. Several of them who were working
close to the house came over. One came up and put Lady up on the porch for me so I didn't have
to touch her. I called Paul and put her blanket over her and waited for him to come home.

He did eventually come home although I know it was hard for him. He also talked to our friend Grace who came and took Lady to the vet school where they can properly dispose of her or use her to teach people to be good vets.

So that is my story. I have been doing ok, I think. I try not to let myself feel too guilty or think of all the things I did or didn't do that I should have done that might have made things different. God knows it was for the best. Maybe if she'd lived there would have been something worse to come like a car accident or hurt child. Life will go on here... if just with a little less fur...

In memory of Lady

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Sunday, September 17, 2006

Fun in the pool!

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Monday, September 11, 2006

The next 100 posts...


This post is number 101. Wow. I don't think I have ever kept record of anything for that long regardless of the medium we are discussing. I know that lots of the posts have just been pictures and whatnot but I feel like this a major accomplishment for me. Almost like I am a grown-up!

Anyway, this month has brought all kinds of new things in the Isaac department. We can now add rolling over to the list of new skills along with pulling up to sit and stand with minimal assistence. Vocal development continues to improve with a few consant sounds being thrown into the "ooo, aahh, uuhhh" mix. We have completely exceeded the 0-3 mos clothes as well as most of the 3-6 mos ones as well. Thank goodness we have a few 6-9mos things that fit well but the 12mos size is also working in some things. We took our first swim last Thursday and then took a dip yesterday with friends. Isaac loves the water and doesn't even mind a dunking once in a while (this is apparently harder on Mommy than the kiddo).

Other than that life continues to roll right on through classes and research for Daddy. There is a new couple here this term that we have come to be great friends with and may start meeting every week at our house for morning worship as well as Grace who has always been a part or our Sunday church family. Hopefully we'll have some pictures to post of all of us sometime!
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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

The best parents EVER!


 

Tuesday, August 29, 2006


I know some are repeats but I just can't stop :-)
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And the cutest baby is....

Isaac Thomas-Allen Gardenghi! I know, shamelessly "new mommyish" of me.
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Sunday, August 27, 2006

She got me!


Hi Everybody! Mommy loves to try to catch me smiling but I can usually trick her by smiling until she disappears behind that big ugly black monster that flashes a bright light. She got me here though before I could stop smiling.
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Saturday, August 26, 2006

Stats


 We had our 2 month check up on Wednesday.  Boy, I wasn't kidding when I said he was getting big!  Isaac weighs 15lbs 6oz and is 23 inches tall.  We also got our first vaccination. That was about as much fun as having my heart extracted by way of my nostril.  I had to mentally steel myself against the very strong urge to break the nurse's nose with my elbow as she stuck that needle in his chubby little thigh.  Good thing my Mom had warned me about that one.  

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Surprise!

Yes it really is that short. No, it's never been this short. Yes, it is SO much cooler! Yes, I love it!

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Some of my favorite men...


Yes, I have a few. These aren't even all of them :-p Sorry about the gap in postings. The internet demons had possesed my computer once again, it would seem. Saints and ministers of Google defend us...(slight paraphrase of W. Shakespeare there :-) Posted by Picasa

Monday, August 07, 2006

Holy growing baby, Batman!

I can't believe it! Actually I can, that's what made me check on his growth in the first place. Isaac is almost 25 inches tall and is probably over 13lbs. Insanity! He is tall and thin like both of his parents at that age. As for development, he can hold his head up with virtually no lag, tummy time is going well although we don't like it for too long and cooing is here in full force. Crying has changed from "I must panic and scream uncontrollably for everything I need no matter how close someone is to me" to "Hmm...small quiet fusses work just as well as this screaming thing". He spends lots of his time smiling and cooing to himself (he doesn't mind laying around without being able to have me in direct line of sight anymore) and he now smiles when I kiss him and has the beginnings of laughter. Too much fun!

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

The "new" me.

For those of you that have known me for a while or lived in close proximity to me for any length of time you will know that I am not what would be termed a "neat freak". Actually, I probably wouldn't even be termed "neat" :-) Barring those days at in college where freakishly tidy rooms were strictly enforced by women who had nothing better to do than inspect sinks for crud under the faucet, my living space generally looks like my closet threw up on it. Another thing...I have always been pretty creative (sewing, bead work, wood work, computer generated images etc) but while I loved to do those things I seemed to not use all the time I had in pursuing those things. This used to not bother me. At all. Then I had Isaac.

I think that before Isaac I had all this time to do what I willed and therefore always assumed there would be more time to do things (whether that be hobbies or housework) later. Now I have limited amounts of time to do ANYTHING due to a constant schedule of feeding, changing, burping and soothing. Given my previous tendencies I would predict that my house would self destruct inside of a week. However, what I have discovered is that I am now motivated to see how much can be accomplished in the small windows of opportunity afforded by nap time. Is this some kind of maternal instinct I haven't read about? Is it just a weird personality quirk (I have plenty of those :-) ? Or is it just that, all of a sudden, I can't be the kid anymore and there is an innate sense of "I must be a certain way because I am now the Mommy"?

I don't know, but I need to go start dinner.

PS. My house still isn't one for the Martha Stewart books and probably never will be but I just find that the mess gets on my nerves faster (possibly because there is nothing I can do about it even if I wanted to much of the time)

Monday, July 31, 2006

You got a what?!

Didn't think it was possible to get a cold in the Caribbean? Think again!  My Mom visited us a couple weeks ago and I came down with a doozy of a cold. I didn't think too much of it because let's face it, I just had a baby three weeks earlier and the sleep deprivation probably lowered my immune system and whammo there you go I have a cold.  Then last week Paul caught it just when we thought he had escaped.  Of course, his version went to his chest after a few days (his colds always do that).  And now, you guessed it, Isaac has it. I think I would have prefered for both Paul and I to have had colds that were twice as bad if it meant Isaac didn't have to have it.  So far it's not serious. No fever, mucus is relatively clear, he's sleeping a little more but not lethargic at all when he is awake, still nursing fine and he doesn't seem to be in any pain. Basically, I just keep him propped up so his little sinuses can drain and he sounds like a baby warthog when he breathes through his nose.  Still...can't imagine what I am going to be like if he ever gets seriously ill...

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Some favorites

These are some of my favorite shots :-) More to come...or go see them all on Flickr

Daddy and Isaac

Hear no Evil, See no...

Isaac & Grandma

Friday, July 14, 2006

What you've all been waiting for...

Labour!!

VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED: THE CONTENTS OF THIS POST MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR ALL READERS.

Total Length

18 hours 38mins (extended version, slightly debateable)
4-6 hours ("real" or hard labour)

Break down

1am: I woke up with contractions that were 5mins apart and hard enough that I couldn't sleep through them. We called Margarite.

2:30
am: Margarite came to check on me and see if I was making any progress. I wasn't. She showed me a few exercises to do during the contractions to turn Isaac's head. He was facing my the side of my hip instead of facing my back like he needed to in order for my cervix to dilate.

3:45am: Margarite left to get some sleep because she said that the baby was definitely coming today but it was going to be a while. I continued to walk around between contractions and squat during them with the help of Paul and Grace (she arrived shortly after 1:30, I think).

7
am-12pm: I was so tired from the exercising and lack of sleep that my body crashed and I started to sleep between contractions. This seemed slow things a little. I was still contracting but only the very hardest ones could wake me up.

2pm: Margarite came back and gave me an enema to make sure that my system was clean and nothing was interfering with Isaac's position in the pelvis.

3:30pm: After an internal exam we find that I am 3cm dilated. Enough to have my water broken. Margarite ruptures the membranes to try and get Isaac to fully engage and move the labour along.

4:30pm: I am started on a drip of oxytocin (we have to take it out at pm because it tissued)

6:20pm: My contractions are closer together and I am getting very tired and "somewhat distressed" according to the notes from the midwife. This means I am screaming my head off into a pillow and trying to figure out how on earth I am going to survive this experience. Margarite gives me a shot of Pithidine which allows me to relax between contractions, almost to the point of falling asleep. The medicine works for about 20mins (it's supposed to be that way).

6:45pm: The oxytocin is resited.

8pm: Fully dilated

8:38pm: Isaac is born!

Other notes:

*His APGAR was 9@1min and 10@mins.
*His blood type is the same as mine so if our blood had mixed (which it didn't) I still wouldn't have had to take the Rogram injection.
*I had a 2nd degree tear that required a few stitches.
*As soon as he was clean enough to hold without sliding around we started nursing. He latched on the first time and we have never looked back :-)

Friday, June 30, 2006

Back to regularly scheduled programming...

Sorry about the extended absence. Nursing babies, nursing stitches, trying to catch a few winks where possible, and one laptop being on the blink can put a dent in one's online presence :-) Thank you to everyone who emailed or commented and I apologize if I haven't gotten back to you yet, please be patient! I have been writing some things in a journal while Paul has had the working computer at school so I am starting with them to get everybody up-to-date. Coming soon...Labour and Delivery!

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Got milk?

Somewhere way back in my archives I posted about the colostrum that my body started producing (and hence emitting) very early in the pregnancy. It was around 20 weeks, I think. Well, let me tell you, that was nothing compared to the last three days! Holy COW. Literally. Anyway, we finally broke through the "Colostrum Torrent" and are now riding hard on the waves of the "Real Milk Express". Do you have any idea how weird this is? Anyway, first order of non-directly Isaac related business is to hop online and order some nursing supplies for my Mom to bring down. Yay! I can't wait to see her! And not just because she is bringing me stuff :-) I miss her so much!

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Quick post.

Thank you to all of you that kept up with the delivery and sent comments and email! They were very encouraging to hear when I was not swinging off the door frames in the middle of contractions. More about that later though. I know lots of you followed along on Paul's blog, which was a little more detailed and so you might have seen these pictures already. But in case you missed it...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/gardenghi/sets/72157594172396943/

...here is the link to our Flickr photo album of Isaac so far. More to follow, don't worry! I plan on posting an account of the labour experience shortly but at the moment I am just resting and enjoying my little angel (who is napping just now but will be due for a snack soon :-)

Monday, June 19, 2006

He is Here



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Sunday, June 18, 2006

Katy is in Labor... Details to come

Kate

Sensitive readers be advised.

This post is the first of many that contain details about the process of labour and delivery. If you are prone to weak stomach and/or lack interest in details regarding birth you are advised to stop reading at the end of this paragraph. Just be aware that things are moving along and there will be more information later.

For the rest of you. Last night I started having some pretty heavy and regular contractions after dinner, as per the usual occurrence to date. Around 11pm I was headed to bed and passed the smallest of red mucus (about the size of pencil eraser) and was really not sure if this was significant so I decided to go to bed and try to sleep everything off. I slept harder than I have all week. Had contractions but they didn't really make a dent. I woke up this morning with a slight headache but otherwise feeling great. I have adopted the "tailor position" for sitting because it seems to increase fetal activity and I was checking my email this way when contractions started again. I lay down because my contractions seem to increase this way as opposed to everyone else telling me they get worse when walking. Walking stops everything for me so far. Anyway, I lay down for a few minutes and something just "didn't feel right" so I hopped up to use the bathroom. What do you know? THAT was the mucus plug. No mistaking that part of this process. Anyway, I know that many women lose the plug days before delivery and can even be dilated several centimetres for long periods of time. However, since I was shut up tighter than a pickle jar on Thursday I was very happy with any notable progress at all. Margarite is due to come visit me this afternoon if I don't call her to come earlier. I'll let you know how things go :-)

Saturday, June 17, 2006

No news is still NO NEWS!

Sorry about the lack of information yesterday. Don't worry, it wasn't because anything happened. In fact, if anything there was LESS to tell than any other time so far. I am basically fighting off the urge to give up thinking that he is coming at all. I am sure that this is not good for the situation, especially for those that put a lot of stock in the emotional/psychological state of the mother. But never fear, I think I have faced the depressing fact that I can only do so much (which is precious little it seems) and the rest is up to God and Isaac. I am going to sit back and relax, continue to do what I have been but refuse to feel guilty if I feel too tired or hot to walk as much or sit and watch a movie. So you'll have to excuse me if I start posting about things that are unrelated to babies, pregnancy, labour and delivery until something actually happens. I have just reached a point of "baby or bust", no pun intended :-)

Thursday, June 15, 2006

False alarm.

Well, I guess a first time mother is entitled to a false alarm, right? That's what I keep telling myself to avoid feelings of incompetence and ignorance. So here's the story. Last night I started having contractions around 6pm. They were not really painful but definitely something was going on and they continued steadily through the night sometimes keeping me awake and other times allowing me to doze through them. About 5am I started timing them so that if it became apparent that this was the real thing I could tell Paul to stay home from school. They were about 7-10mins apart, lasting between 1 and 3 minutes. Sounds pretty good, right? I wish. So around 7am I call Margarite just to ask a few questions. I was really hesitant since the contractions still have not met my expectations as far as pain is concerned. She said she thought this might be something and that she would call me back in a an hour or so to check the progress.

So starts the trek around the grounds. We live on the side of a large hill so pretty much any way you go is up hill or down hill. I discovered that walking down hill increased the pressure in my uterine muscles so I continuously walked up and down the longest, steepest stretch we have. That was all fine and good until the sun came out. So I came in and alternated between walking and coming inside to cool down and I squatted instead of sitting or laying. Still nothing different. I sent Paul to school and shortly thereafter I was in front of the computer (squatting again) when I felt fluid trickling. Great! Except now I don't know if it's just the way I am positioned that has cause my bladder to leak a little, or the fact that I have been hoofing it around in 90 degrees and am sweating to death, or I actually might have broken my amniotic sac. Another call to Margarite. She decides that she will come out to see me so that we all know what is going on. More walking and squatting follow. She arrives less than an hour later and we do all the regular stuff. BP is 110/70, sample is clear, and Isaac's little heart is beating away happily (rising and falling according to activity). Then the fun begins.

Up to this point I have not had an "internal exam". Margarite's philosophy is that the less invasive procedures, the better and that is fine with me. But today we both decided that an exam was in order for the sake of everyone's peace of mind. Oh boy. That was fun. It's one thing to for everybody to talk about having a baby and the dynamics of the process and whatever, but I have to say that the concept of this exam feels like having the kid in reverse. Of course I can't make this statement definitively yet, but it works at least in my imagination. Anyway, I am not effaced, not dilated, his head is in engaged but still slightly above the ideal position but I apparently have a pelvis that "could take on a 10 pounder without a problem". That's a quote. Nice to know. The solution? I have to have an enema to make sure that the baby has all the room he needs to descend. Lovely.

This is all I am going to say about that process. Been there, done that and I am still here and he is not going anywhere. Have a great night :-)

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Life is like...

I have decided that waiting for a baby to come is like being told that Christmas has been rescheduled this year. Instead of counting down the sleeps until the 25th if December you are told that it all relies upon the weather system in Colorado. Christmas could be two weeks before the 25th or two weeks after, just depending on the snowfall. There must be at least 2 inches of snow that sticks and lasts overnight before you are allowed to open your presents. I figure this is about as close I can come to a realistic analogy of how I feel right now. I mean, the snow WILL come eventually, you just can't tell when. I know this baby will get here sometime, I just can't tell when. I just want to open my presents...

Wish I had more to report.

Sadly, my silence on my due date yesterday was the work of nefarious internet server gremlins who thwarted every attempt I made to post. I have not had a baby. I don't think I am even close. The contractions that started in earnest on Saturday have pretty much continued with only a couple that were worth sitting up and taking notice. I went to playgroup and the grocery store yesterday with the help of my friend Joanne who lives across the street. I woke up feeling a little sick this morning and had some pretty good contractions before breakfast but nothing feels different anymore. Everyone has been checking up on me, calling and writing to make sure everything is ok. Paul checks in with me often to make sure there haven't been any changes. Wish I had something to tell :-)

Monday, June 12, 2006

"Tomorrow, tomorrow...

...my due date is tomorrow, it's only a day awaayy!!!" I have been getting pretty consistent contractions since Saturday. Most of them are around a minute but a lot of them are closer to two minutes. None of them have really been painful enough to stop me from doing anything but there were a couple that I needed to walk through as opposed to just waiting them out. So, it would seem that things are progressing slowly but surely. I am guessing that it's a good thing that things are gradually working up to the hard stuff rather than just throwing my body into the most traumatic experience of it's existence so far. Good thing I was built to do this, right?

Friday, June 09, 2006

3 days to go until my due date!

Bring on the labour, I say! I have been having contractions on and off for the last few days but nothing regular and mostly at night/early morning. I decided to pretty much stick close to home for the next few days. I'll keep you posted :-)

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Gifts


This is just a representative sample if the gifts that I got at my baby shower yesterday! Thank you everyone!
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And the winner is...


Esther! For the cutest wrapping paper. Bettina tells me this was made during chants of "Kate, Kate, Kate". Thanks Esther!
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The Baby Shower Bunch


Back (L-R) Bettina, Laura, Hannalie, Hannah, Me, Elaine, Bethany, Roxy.
Front (L-R) Terria & 'Lil Will, Camilla & Jay, Tiffany.
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Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Night time excitement

Last night I was feeling particularly hormonal for some reason. I thought earlier in the day that it was just due to the fact that I had a load of laundry out on the line that got rained on. Twice. But it turned out that when Paul got home I was stiill feeling bummed (this is not normal for me) and I just couldn't seem to shake it all night. Eventually Paul decided that I needed to be "fixed" and I got some major doses of TLC that seemed to clear everything up (after I broke down in tears once, decided to take responsibility of all of the worlds maladies and beat myself up for probably not ever being able to go back to exactly the same body I had before I decided to share it with my baby). All that to say, I went to bed at regular time feeling pretty good, if not a little tired. Then the fun started. I think I woke up at least 3 times (maybe 6 but I was dozy) with contractions. They weren't all the "take my breath away" kind that I have gotten sometimes but they definitely didn't abate when I turned over or moved around. Most of them I just waited out and then fell back to sleep and a couple I could even doze back off before they finished. Must have been the taco salads we had for dinner, I think.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Ode to dryers...

There are just some days I miss things that we take for granted in the States. My most common thought is of dishwashers. You have no idea how much I hate doing dishes by hand, period, never mind the fact that here in Grenada we don't have hot water unless I crank up the gas stove and warm it (keep in mind that "cold" days here are in the mid 70s anytime of year). But today it not the dishwasher I miss, it is the clothes dryer. I am sure my neighbors await with relish the day that I do the laundry. Since our house is on the side of a very steep hill we are pretty much in plain vieew of everyone that lives lower than we do. I can only imagine how comical it is to see a full term pregnant woman fighting with a king size set of sheets in a 20 mile an hour wind trying to get them to stay on the clothesline. I am sure it must be immensely amusing. Of course it might not be quite as amusing as watching me waddle as fast I can trying to get everything off the line before it gets soaked in the afternoon down pour only to have all the rain stop just as I get everything into the basket. At least then they get to watch the sheet routine again...

Monday, June 05, 2006

On the way?

Well, I can't say that there is anything too substantial to report but boy, am I ready to have this baby! I pretty much go to bed with contractions, wake up with contractions, and "exercise" with contractions (that just means I get them when walking for a good period). They seem to subside when I get up in the morning after I get up to go to the bath room and start to move around. Sometimes they are really strong and other times they are just slightly uncomfortable, like someone hugging you too tight around the middle. So far I haven't had more than 4 in a row so I know I am not in real labour. Hopefully it means real labour is on the way :-)

Thursday, June 01, 2006

No doubt.

We had the sonogram yesterday. There is now no uncertainty that it is a boy. He is a boy and proud of it, if the scan is any indication. OK, so maybe his current position and lack of space may have something to do with it but still...

Anyway, Paul still wants to wait until we actually have him out of the uterus and in our arms before he believes it but I just don't have that much will power :-) But if that's how he wants to think about it, I don't mind. I just can't help getting excited that I can use all this awesomely cute boy stuff that we have and not have to worry about putting bows on things to prevent gender confusion (for the rest of the world, not the kid that won't remember any of it :-)

Only 10 days to go!!

Monday, May 29, 2006

Perks

In the last couple weeks, catching the bus has become a bit of a ritual. Since it is getting hard for me to climb in and out of the back of the little buses they use (which are 12 passenger vans) I usually get into the front seat where the bumps are fewer and I can pull myself up on the handle. The Lance Aux Epines (pronounced "lance" "e-peens") that takes me into the school has the same driver from 7:15am-2:pm and then another from 2pm-9pm. This means that I have developed somewhat of a relationship with the bus drivers (I had one before these last few weeks it's just that now everytime I get on they ask me how many days I have to go before the baby comes).

Anyway, last week there was a substitute bus driver for the afternoon shift since the regular guy has been sick. The substitute was very friendly and he is younger than the guys that normally run the route. He was very interested in the baby and pregnancy and asked lots of questions about everything. His main interest was how his driving affects the baby. He asked lots of questions about how fast he was going or how bumpy the road was and if it was jostling the baby too much. It was so cute! He actually started dodging pot holes and going really slow over some sections of road to make sure he was doing all he could to keep me comfortable. The biggest surprise came though when I got to my stop. As we were approaching he started to ask me how far I live from the stop. I told him it was probably a little less than half a mile and he was horrified! He has seen me get off the bus with a big wheeled duffel bag of groceries and trundle off home plenty of times. He said he always wondered how far I had to go but never had a chance to ask. So as he approaches my stop he says, "You cannot walk! You must stay in the bus." And he drove me right to my front steps. I was afraid he might get in trouble or something and I protested a little (I didn't have anything to carry that day anyway) but he wouldn't hear it. His answer was, "What are they going to do? Fire me?".

So the next week, Bruno comes back to run the afternoon shift. I have taken to only using the buses in the mornings to stay out of the heat but on Thursdays I swim with the SOs and get back home a little later. Anyway, I was happy to see he was better and asked him how he was doing etc. He did the same for me and we chatted about babies and kids in general, being parents and grand parents (he has a little grandson). Unbeknownst to me, I think that Leon (the sub from the last week) had either talked to Bruno or Bruno just took it on himself to bring me home again! I think I like these "perk in pregnancy" :-)

Saturday, May 27, 2006

All baby

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Well, here I am. I had a check up on Friday. Margarite says I am "all baby" and there is nothing making me look this big except my little one. She also thinks that I might go into labor a little early but I won't hold my breath, just in case :-) Everything was great for the checkup. Blood pressure was great, baby's head is engaged, my system is clear and the heart beat was really strong. We went over when to call her as far as when labor begins and the name of the pediatrician that I need to go see before the birth. Since I have a pretty rare blood type (O neg) I need to go get a perscription for medicine that will prevent my body making antibodies against my baby's blood (if his rheus factor is positive). Hopefully, it will just be a precautionary measure and I won't really need it but better safe than sorry.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Baby shower and Mom

Some of my SO friends informed me that they want to throw me a baby shower! I thought that was really sweet. I am not sure of the details and stuff yet because they said they would send me an email telling me what to do but I am excited. A little bit of home away from home. I am also excited that my mother has decided to come visit me after I have the baby. She has time off in July and I can't wait to see her! She will be a huge encouragement, I am sure. Plus, I inherited a lot of my habits from her (my husband tells me I act more and more like her every day :-) so if things aren't absolutely the way I would like them to be when she gets here she will understand. I have the bast Mom in the world, I am telling you. I especially love it now that I have grown out of the junior high stage (a while ago, I like to think) and realize what a wonderful friend and awesome person she is :-) Besides, if I look as good as she does when I get to be her age...I'll be more than happy!

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Pregnant celebrity

While waiting to meet my friend Camilla I sat in the playgroup room where she was coming to bring her son. The SOs get together on Tuesdays so that the kids can play and the moms have a chance to chat and do mom stuff (whatever that may be). I knew most of the moms and their kids that were there today, but this was the first time the kids had seen me in this setting, obviously. It was really funny. When I walked in there were two "older" (4yrs girl and 7yrs boy) that were alone because Mom had gone to take 2yr old sister to the bathroom. So I said "hi" and they immediately invited me to play with them. So I heaved my 5'10, 170 something frame onto the play mat and commenced to strategizing a battle field made of of everything from dinosaurs to aliens and cowboys while simultaneously analyzing why the Barbie piano was on the fritz (I think we established that the batteries had gone the way of the dodo).

Shortly, everyone started showing up for playgroup. Camilla was about 20 mins late but I didn't even notice until she showed up. Why? Well, Miss 4 asked me to read to her and the first book she picked was about a teacher that has to stop working so she can have her baby and the 2nd grade class surprises her with a present on her last day. Upon being informed by her mother that I had a baby in my tummy just like Mrs. Parker in the book, Miss 4 announced to the entire room that I had a baby in my tummy and she could feel it! (I had let her poke around and shown her where the baby has his bottom and feet). This brought looks of awe and wonder from all present under the age of 9 and they proceeded to want to experience this for themselves. So I spent a good 5 mins with many little hands on my belly feeling for different parts of the baby and many verbal encouragements for him to move. Unfortunately, he wasn't in the mood but they didn't seem to mind. I think touching the big tummy was on a par with petting Shamu at Seaworld :-) Needless to say, a good time was had by all!

Baby shower and Mom

Some of my SO friends informed me that they want to throw me a baby shower! I thought that was really sweet. I am not sure of the details and stuff yet because they said they would send me an email telling me what to do but I am excited. A little bit of home away from home. I am also excited that my mother has decided to come visit me after I have the baby. She has time off in July and I can't wait to see her! She will be a huge encouragement, I am sure. Plus, I inherited a lot of my habits from her (my husband tells me I act more and more like her every day :-) so if things aren't absolutely the way I would like them to be when she gets here she will understand. I have the bast Mom in the world, I am telling you. I especially love it now that I have grown out of the junior high stage (a while ago, I like to think) and realize what a wonderful friend and awesome person she is :-) Besides, if I look as good as she does when I get to be her age...I'll be more than happy!

Someone noticed!

I really had a rough night sleepwise last night and woke up feeling very tired and "blah". Then I got to the SO meeting and only 2 other people showed up so that was disappointing. However, the two people that did show up are some of the most helpful, dependable and competent people that I get to work with so we got pretty much everything taken care of between the three of us. That made me very happy. Then I went to meet my friend Camilla who gave me a bunch of cloth diapers that her son grew out of and she never used so that was "happy thing number 2". I also got to read and play with some of my friends children while waiting to meet Camilla so that was "happy thing #3" and I will have to do a whole separate post on that because it's so cute. After I got the diapers and we had a good chat (the contents of which you will also see another post about :-) I went to my favorite sandwich shop to grab a bite of lunch. I was already feeling pretty good. I walked into Nick's Donut World (it's a bakery) and Lisa said, "Oh, look at you, Honey! You've dropped!". You have NO idea how excited that made me!! Oh, my goodness. You'd have thought she told me I won the lottery. She and her husband (Nick, duh) have been following my progress very closely but I never expected that anyone would be able to tell that I have in fact, dropped. YAY! Anyway, it was just one of the many things that made my day today. More about the other things coming soon...

Monday, May 22, 2006

37 weeks!

Hard to believe we're here already. Next week I am going to go for a final sonogram to have the baby measured and checked out to make sure everything is on track for delivery. I have been having some pretty consistent Braxton Hicks contractions in the mornings and during the night. I also can predict what will bring them on (there is a certain point on my way to the bus stop that they almost always start). A little swelling in the ankles some days but usually can be relieved by putting my feet up or walking around. I actually painted my toes this morning, which I was very proud I can still do :-) Other than that just waiting for things to move along. Today marks the day that I can officially deliver at home without having to go to the hospital. I don't expect to go into labor this week or anything but I can't say that I would object. I am getting more and more excited about meeting my baby. Boy, that feels weird to say. My baby. My baby. Whew. Some days it seems all too real and other days I feel like I am just going to go on being pregnant forever, with things always changing but never really coming to a climax. I know that they will though, so that is something to look forward to. I'll let you know if anything exciting happens :-)

Friday, May 19, 2006

Engagement

No, don't worry, this has nothing to do with sparkly diamonds or romantic stories. I am talking about the baby's head settling into my pelvic cavity. He has been in the "head down, facing my back" position (also called occiput anterior) a few weeks now and the last time Margarite checked he was "almost fully engaged". That means that she could only feel a small portion of his head above my pubic bone and that he only had a small amount of space before he was actually touching/resting on my pelvis. All that to say, I think that he fully engaged yesterday. I cannot be totally positove about this, of course, sine I have never done this before but I have a hunch. I was walking with a friend to go swimming and all of a sudden I got a really strong kick and the next thing I knew I felt like my hips were being forced in two directions. It was like someone was standing below me pulling down on the muscles between my legs/thighs while someone else was pushing a knee into my tailbone and pulling back on the sides of my hips. I stopped walking for a few seconds and promptly got a Braxton Hicks contraction but after catching my breath, I was pretty good. Now I just have this pretty constant feeling of carrying a large melon clamped between my thighs. An interesting concept, let me assure you. Anyway, I guess this means that we've hit another milestone. Hard to believe we only have 25 days to go!

Thursday, May 18, 2006

The best compliment so far...?

Some of you will know that one of the things about me being pregnant has ben the lack of "looking pregnant". That is, no one can believe at any given stage that I am as far along as I am due to the fact that I don't look as big as they think I should. No big deal, right? Fine. So recently, I have been getting more and more unavoidably pregnant looking and people actually feel comfprtable asking me when I am due without the fear of thinking that I might have just packed on a few extra pounds in the last couple months. This has made me feel pretty good for the most part, kind of making the pregnancy seem more real and validating my changing shape to myself (not that this is a huge problem for me, but the feedback is nice, we all love feedback). Anyway, yesterday Paul came home and one of the first things out of his mouth was a compliment that had me laughing hard enough to give me a wicked Braxton Hicks contraction. He said, "You know, Babe? You look really pretty. Your tummy's gotten so big it makes your butt look tiny!"

Now that's progress ;-)

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

The Internal Review Board

Thank you to evreyone that was praying for Paul's exams and his proposal defense for his MSc thesis. He made the presentation before his committee yesterday. It was GREAT! He did an excellent job (I knew he would ;-) communicating his aims, objectives and methods. All the board members LOVED him, with the exception of one professor who is notorious for being consistantly on some other planet culturally, academically and personally. I don't know that she understood what exactly was going on. So that was wonderful. He now just has to send out the final copy of his thesis to be graded and he can start his research.

Monday, May 15, 2006

All kinds of special.

This weekend was really special. Not that we did anything fantastically out of the ordinary or anything, but all the same it was very nice. Friday, Paul was home from his exam by lunchtime (he did fine, thank you to everyone that prayed for him :-) We watched a bunch of House, MD episodes all afternoon, had a great dinner and turned in early (he has been working so hard, he needed as much sleep as I do!).

Saturday we got up and headed to the beach. Paul and Lady explored the whole length of the bay while I alternated between hopping into the water and getting some sun. I have a serious tan deficency on my back due to the fact that is rare that I can get sun exposure back there for any length of time. I solved that by digging a hole in the sand underneath my towel so that I could be supported my hips and upper body but my tummy didn't get any pressure. That was fun. I got some really funny looks when I would get up though. You could just see people thinking, "Doggone it, how did she do that?!". Very amusing.

Sunday was my first Mother's Day. Yay! It was kind of a weird feeling to have both my Moms wishing me Happy Mother's Day when I called them. But I like it. Grace came over and we had one of my favorite meals and watched a movie. Basically just a fun lazy weekend. Back into the crazy class schedule for Paul today. It will allow him to be off in the afternoons though, so that is great because he won't have to cut class to come to the last sonogram. Yay. Well, must go retreive the laundry before it tears itself free from the clothesline. It's super hot here but that breeze keeps things bearable :-)

Friday, May 12, 2006

The Final

Paul has his last exam of this term today. It's Biochemistry, his least favorite subject. He's been having a hard time staying focused although he's been sucha trooper for the last two weeks, studying late every night and going into school to help him stay focused. So if you think of us today, pray for him and that the Lord will bless the hard work he's put in for this thing :-) We're planning a celebratory trip to the beach after he gets home so maybe there will be some fun things to post about later!

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Prenatal Visit

Margarite came to visit me today.  I was a little nervous after the events of the last visit. Thankfully, everything was all clear. Literally. Absolutely nothing in the urine  and my blood pressure was 110/65.  Great stuff.  The baby is in the head-down position with his back lying along my left side and feet across my rib cage extending to the right side and back.  The head is still not fully engaged although she said he's still less than an inch away.  I am supposed to schedule a sonogram for next week or the week after to have him measured to make sure his growth is all on track for the delivery date. After that happens I will have another visit at which Margarite will be dropping off the "delivery pack" and reviewing the sonogram report.  The delivery pack includes various things for me and the baby from oxygen to anesthetic, sterile instruments and suturing materials.  Basically, she will be bringing all her equipment so that if I call her and she's in the supermarket, she can hop right over here and have all her stuff on hand.  I am pretty excited about this.  Everything just keeps bringing me closer and closer to when I get to meet my baby! 

Learning the lingo

When I was 9 years old my family moved from southern California to Whyalla, South Australia (pronounced why-allah and South Australia is the name of the state).  At the tender age of 9, I never realised some of the things go with that kind of move that were involved for my parents.  For example, my mother had a few mishaps with terminology and slang that we still tell whenever the subject of Oz comes up.  I won't go into them here because that's a whole other ball game.  Anyway, now that I am in a foreign country on my own and not in elementary school (which is the cure for "learning lingo" in strange lands) I understand my Mom's plight much better. Which brings me to the main point of this post.

Since I am progressing in my pregnancy to the point where it is really unavoidable to notice my condition there has been some interesting changes in people's behavior.  Women look sympathetically in my direction as I waddle down the sidewalk, some guys will help me lift things onto the bus and small children ask me "what do you have in there"?  One thing I haven't quite gotten used to yet is the way Grenadians ask about my delivery.  In the US there are a couple things you might say like, "Are you going to have the baby in Grenada" or "Are you planning to deliver in Grenada".  What you probably wouldn't say would be, "are you going to MAKE your baby in Grenada?"  My first thought when asked this question is always "Pretty sure the making part has been taken care of, buddy, now I just have to have the kid!"  But as you might imagine, confusion is sure to reign supreme if such a reaction were to take place.  So, I nod and smile and say, "Yes I am going to make my baby here in June". 

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Flower
This is just a picture of some flowers that Paul gave me a while back. Hadn't seen this picture in a while and decded to share it with you all. Did I mention I have the best husband in the world?

Thank you Dr. John Braxton

We're at the 35 week mark this week (for an exact count, see the counter on the top of the blog). New things to report include less sleep at night, increased feeling of waddling (although I really try very hard not to), smaller stomach capacity and BRAXTON HICKS CONTRACTIONS. Not that I haven't been having these for a while now, don't get me wrong, but these are Braxtons with attitude. They are starting to last longer and come more frequently and there are certain things that are a pretty sure bet to bring one on. Sitting up from a laying position without assisting myself with my arms, for example, or attempting to roll over without bending my knees and pushing with my feet for leverage. Hopefully in 2 or 3 weeks time , when I am considered full term they might actually start being productive and make me dilate. Here's hoping. Pretty exciting stuff (especially when I have Paul around to rub them away :-).

The Grenadian Way

Here's the thing about communication.  You need to have some. Period. Not only does it need to actually exist but in order for it to benefit anyone it needs to actually mean something.  I was supposed to meet two ladies yesterday to get into a room on the Grand Anse Campus that is for storage of SO stuff.  After visiting the supervisor's office I found that the lady who has always had the key is on holiday and of course her stand in has no idea what I am talking about or even a clue how to find out.  She sends me to the security department, where an equally clueless lady makes several phone calls to the True Blue campus (the main campus) and gets varied responses. One is "why is that room even locked, there's nothing of value in there, call Person A". Another is "Oh, that lock was changed and the room given to another department and now the key is kept in X building".  So we go across town to find that that department knows nothing about said key or the fact that they are in charge of that room (oh, and the building we were told they were located in was really building G instead of X).  More time is spent calling other people and we are finally told to go find the director of security who is supposed to have a key to apparently every door in the SGU universe. Of course when I get there he is "helping out in another building and won't be available until after 1pm".  So needless to say, we decided that the best corse of action would be to just wait until the supervisor is no longer on vacation and start this process all over again. Here's to the Grenadian way!

Saturday, May 06, 2006

A taste of things to come?

I think Lady has somehow taken on the responsibility of getting us ready for the future. Not that she is doing it on purpose, of course, but nonetheless she is acting like the stereotypical two year old. Friday I came home and she was gone. We normally keep her on the porch which is 6-15 feet off the ground (each side is a different height due to surroundings, of course I would never leave my child at home :-). She usually is pretty afraid to go near the edges and seems to have a fear of heights. Not Friday. I came home from my meeting and she was no where to be found. I called and walked all over the property and was about to start going over the rest of the neighborhood when she came running. I have no way of know which direction she came from because she knows that if she always approaches the front door from a certain direction that we have a hard time knowing if she was "out of bounds". Smart little booger. Anyway, I am also suspicious that she might be coming into heat for the first time because ever since Friday she has disappeared at every opportunity (I got smart and she only has had one other chance since the porch incident) and the other time I found her she was coming from across the street! This is definitely not normal. So now we have a system where she has to go outside on a long tie off rope that keeps her within 20' of the front door. Lovely.

All this led me to think about the future things I will have to deal with in my kids. Allowing for the fact that the children won't be left home alone on the porch or tied to the front door as a punishment, there are certain similarities that are bound to eventuate. The sneakiness, for example. Or the consistently doing that thing he knows is wrong but the risk isn't as big as the reward kind of thing. These are things I am going to get from my kids. How do I deal with that? Based on a lot of prayer and hopefully some effective behavioral management techniques I am hoping that the child's ability to reason and communicate are going to make my job easier to tell when someone just wants to go outside to play as opposed to "I'm going to pee on the floor if I don't get out soon". I guess we'll just have to wait and see, huh?

The available shall inherit the presidency...

... This is the 1st law of bureaucracies. I posted earlier about the SO organization and my involvement for the next term. We had our first meeting on Friday to hand over information from the old officers to the new ones. Since we STILL do not have a candidate for the President position, guess who gets to "hold the torch". You got it. Moi. Can't help feeling I am going to end up setting some serious fires this way, but apparently there isn't much of an option. So far I just have a whole bunch of binders from previous presidents and vice presidents and a bunch of notes that I have started taking on things that need attending too. Like the running of meetings, for example. Boy is that going to have to undergo a little tweaking. Picture 9 women on a committee, 6 of which are mothers or prospective mothers, trying to have a decision making meeting about the calendar for the coming month, which topic of the last month is the most important to discuss and resolve right THEN in the meeting, at least half of those present weren't involved with the issue in question and finally trying to explain to 4 new officers that they are actually taking on two offices apiece due to the lack of nominees. Fun, crazy stuff, let me tell you. First thing going down for the next meeting is a PRE-PLANNED agenda to which everyone can contribute BEFORE the meeting. Heaven forbid.

Actually, overall I am pretty excited about the opportunity to get involved with new people and the other officers look like they are going to be great to work with. One of them has already made some comments that make me think we are thinking along very parallel lines an another has said some things that make me think she will be great to work with. So basically, you'll be hearing more about this in the future. Should only get more interesting from here on out!

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Not too long...






Can't wait to see those little toes of my own baby!


This was originally uploaded on Flickr.com by Cataldo1977.

So THAT'S what they meant...

I wondered if this was going to happen to me. I have always heard pregnant women (either current or already moms) talk about the painful kicks in the ribs. For a while there I wasn't even sure that I was going to get kicked in the ribs at all because everyone that is about as pregnant as me or even less was talking about it (I have a group of "pregnancy and mommy blogs" that I check regularly). So when I got the first kick in the ribs I posted but the kicks seemed to be pretty much like all the other movements I had been getting, just in a different location. NOT ANY MORE! Isaac is over 5 pounds now and even though he has a little more wiggle room than others his age (due to the freakishly tall Mommy he has with the "mile high" torso) he is managing to wedge his precious appendages up under my bottom ribs. So far we have a pretty acceptable system of communication worked out. I don't do certain things (lie on my stomach, slouch when sitting or standing, and don't eat too much too fast.) and he keeps his feet pretty much within the general area of the uterus and avoids trying to explore the uncharted territory of my upper thoracic cavity (lungs, stomach, heart etc). For the most part this is working for us and anytime either of us deviates we can remind the other of the status quo. Usually this means I get a kick that feels like he's attempting to puncture my lungs and he gets a bit of a coaxing nudge downwards on his foot when he tries to hook it around my skeletal structure. So basically, good times are being had by all. It's hard to believe I will have a little person in the house in a few weeks. It's hard enough wrapping my brain around what's going on now inside me and then taking on the thought of afterward....Whew. I just hope I'm tough enough for the transition, you know, that thing they call "labor". More on that in future...

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

My husband the photographer




I think this photo might just be the best picture that Paul has captured so far in his amatuer photographer's career. Just thought I'd share it with you so you can appreciate why I am so proud of him! :-)

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

The curse of a willing spirit...

There is an organization associated with the university here that is called the Significant Others Organization. I haven't really gotten involved at all for a variety of reasons. It's funny really. In college I was outgoing and pretty much involved as much as I could be. When I got here to Grenada I felt like I lost that part of my personality. Now those of you that know me will be snorting with mirth right about now because you know this could not possibly be true, but nonetheless this was the way I felt. I think part of this was being recently married (let's face it, there's nothing that kills an outside social life like being a newlywed that was separated almost immediately for 5 weeks :-). Additionally, I got pregnant within a month of arriving, which of course had NOTHING to do with that 5 week separation I mentioned, and slept for the better part of the next 3 months. Finally, although I might have overcome all this, I think I just felt really insecure and unfamiliar with anything to do with my situation and it felt safer to sleep and keep to myself than risk trying to put myself out there and get involved (which is unusual for me since insecurity normally pushes me in the more "uninhibited" direction, for better or worse).

I say all that to bring you to this. A few weeks ago I got my very pregnant self on the bus and there were a bunch of women with kids all going swimming. The SO (Significant Others) organization has a monthly calendar and regularly scheduled events to keep people in touch with other families and friends here at the university. Anyway, these girls were discussing pregnancy (there is an baby due every month until the end of the year in this group, including me) and I was drawn into the conversation for obvious reasons. This led to a few of them asking how it was that I had been here this long and not gotten to know them and they invited me to the next beach day (every Thursday). So the next Thursday rolled around and I didn't go because I had to grocery shop and didn't really think that anyone would care or notice my absence. The next day I saw a couple of the girls that had been on the bus and they actually mentioned that I hadn't come and that they had been looking for me. I thought that was really sweet, so this past Thursday I went to my first SO beach day. It was really fun and I felt like I was back in college at Rush or something. I met a bunch of really nice people (and their kids) and generally enjoyed myself.

But here's the funny thing.
On the way to the beach I was talking to the Treasurer of the organization. All of a sudden she was like, "You would make a great officer! Would you be willing to run for Vice President next Term?". I, being caught up in the moment and sure that there would be someone to run against thus negating my services, said that I wouldn't mind if she put my name down. Well, Saturday we had a BBQ as a kind of celebration for the impending end of term. During this the President came to me and said, "Hey, we are planning to have a meeting on Friday at 9am to hand over all the officer info and stuff that you will need for next term. Will that time work for you?". What could I do? So that's my Friday morning booked. The next Term too. The next morning there is an email sent to all the SO members that says who the officers are for the upcoming term. I thought this was great because now I can see who I'll be working with. Turns out I am the highest ranking officer on the board and there are only two others with me, one of whom is as new at this as I am! So needless to say I am now thoroughly involved in recruiting 6 other officers, one of whom I hope to be an experienced veteran to be President before it gets thrust into my very willing but inexperienced hands! ACK!

Monday, May 01, 2006

Surprise! Thanks everybody!

I had to get a picture together before I posted this so that's why it hasn't been sooner. When Grace went back to the States she offered to bring back stuff that we might need whether it was for the baby or us, just whatever. She's so sweet! What I didn't know is that she and my husband conspired (along with both mothers and a huge group of ladies in our church) to throw me a surprise baby shower! Grace brought everything over the day after she got back and she and Paul surprised me with everything. I was so overwhelmed!! I cried when it happened and everytime I wrote about it for the next week! I can't say how much of a blessing it was. I really had just gotten settled with the idea that I would be missing the parts of pregnancy where I get to share it with my friends and family, letting them seee how big I am (and boy do I feel BIG), shopping at huge baby stores etc. and then the Lord sent this. Thank you to everyone! I packed all the stuff into the pack-n-play for a big picture. I am sure you will see things more individually as Isaac gets the use out of everything. Thanks again everyone!

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Caught with a hand in the Easter basket.

Friday I had a prenatal visit. First time anything out of the ordinary has shown up. Don't worry though, it all turned out OK. I tested positive for a little protien and sugar in my urine. This could mean a couple different things if I had also had high blood pressure (it might have meant pre-eclampsia or gestational diabetes) but my blood pressure was low and there's no problem. I just have to stay out of the Easter candy :-) No more chocolate bunnies for a few weeks. Anyway, Margarite said that she was very happy with the way everything looked/felt. Isaac is in the head down position and almost fully engaged. I was very happy to hear this, although it hasn't stopped him from lodging his feet in my rib cage and attempting to use it as a set of monkey bars when he gets restless. Kate

Back in action!

I have finally gotten back online :-) When my friend Grace came back from the States last week she brought a new laptop with her that we purchased with a little of out tax refund. This means that I HAVE MY OWN COMPUTER NOW!!! YAY!!!! I am a little excited, can you tell? Anyway, Paul spent lots of this weekend transfering data and reformatting so that I can have a "clean slate" and now I have it all up and running again. I will be posting soon about lots of things that have been going on in the last week. I have some fun stuff to share ;-)

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Birthday presents!

Here is a pic of some of the wonderful things I got for my birthday! There were other gifts too not pictured here (one, because I ate all the chocolate and two, I received money and other intangibles :-) Thank you to everyone for such a great birthday!

Visual Aids


Here is the pack-n-play all assembled and in place. I threw in one of the bed too. The blanket over the crib was a Christmas present from Aunt Melissa. Isn't she talented?!
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Monday, April 24, 2006

Dad 101- The Next Generation of D.I.Y.

Saturday started out kind of slow. We slept in late since Paul had been busting his tail over his presentation all week. When we both surfaced to full consciousness, we lay there talking about things we wanted to shift around in the apartment before the baby comes. So we roll out of bed and get to work. Our first thing was to shift the beds a little and rearrange the mosquito net and fan configuration to accommodate the pack-n-play that we anticipate putting at the end of the bed. I should explain that our “bed” is actually two single beds pushed together resulting in a “kingsize” bed. As Paul was restringing the supporting ropes for these things he went to get off the bed (he had to stand on the beds to set everything up) and put his foot straight through a weak spot in the supporting slats in one of the beds. Now we knew this spot in the bad was getting weak but in closer inspection we found that the main reason was an infestation (seems to be clear now) of termites. So that meant we were going to have to take a trip to the store to get stuff to repair the bed. While we were at the hardware store I remembered that I had seen a pack-n-play at a second hand store not too far from the mall. So we stopped there so I could show it to Paul and we ended up purchasing it (and saved about 200 ECD which is about 75 USD). We just made it to the bus that we needed to get back home (the buses only run about every hour on the weekends) and got home to a very excited Lady.


By this time it was about 3:30 and Paul got straight to work finding, measuring and sawing the wood. He finally found or made all the pieces from a scrap pile that we have left over from “Hurricane Ivan damage” and he got everything sorted out and assembled. Then we decided to try our hands at the pack-n-play. Oh, boy. We have both set these things up before but it’s been a while since the babysitting days and we were a little hazy. Additionally, the directions were in something like Swahili so if you couldn’t get the idea from the picture you were on your own. This might all have been ok except that I began to have some misgivings about the place where we got it when it didn’t go up so easily and I was thinking “Oh great, I’ve been duped and there’s probably no getting my money back and I am going to be stuck with this thing and not be able to use it…”. You get the idea. So we both fiddled around with the sides and tried to get them to lock in the straight position so that it would stand up. Nothing seemed to be working. No matter how we jerked, what order we tried, or how we positioned it would get it to stand. This is when I decided to start dinner in hopes that I wouldn’t break down in tears and cap off Paul’s already “wonderful” day. The next thing I know I hear a “POP” on the tiled floor and I turn around to see it up! I looked at Paul and couldn’t get the smile off my face. “What did you do?!” He looked at me and said, “I googled it”. Welcome to Dad 101.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Tummy bumps

I have gotten to the stage in my pregnancy where I am no longer able to make adjustments for my size. I don't think I have opened a single door in the last week when I haven't bumped myself in the tummy. Even when I am aware of it and try to compensate I still manage to hit it sometimes. Nothing traumatic or painful, mind you, just a brush of the fridge or counter as I walk past or trying to squeeze through a space in the grocery store that would have been double the needed space a few weeks ago! Anyway, at least people are aware that I am actually pregnant these days (although convincing them that I am due in less than 8 weeks is a completely different story). Apparently my 5'10" frame holds 20 or so extra pounds with out looking like the rhinosaurous they expect at this stage of the game :-) I try to tell myself that that has no reflection on how big I must look when not pregnant! Must be the hormones...now, where'd my chocolate get to...?

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Happy Easter!


Hope everyone had a blessed holiday! My birthday was Good Friday and Paul surprised me with tons of chocolate! It's great since I never buy it for myself, now I can squirrel it away for a little while :-) He also spoiled me all day Friday since he was out of school for the holiday. We had pancakes and italian sausage for "lunch" and an AWESOME spaggetti for dinner. He really outdid himself on the sauce that time. Saturday he took some pictures for the family to see the pregnancy progressing and I chose some that I liked for the collage here. While I was putting it together I had an interesting thought, so let me know what you think :-) If I believe that life begins the moment a baby is conceieved (which I do), does that mean that this was Isaac's first Easter? :-) Food for thought! What do you think? Posted by Picasa

Monday, April 10, 2006

Weird dreams and mustard

While I can't say that I have had any wild cravings during pregnancy (like wanting to lick paint or anything) I have had some very particular desires for certain things. I think mustard has been the most consistent. I want it on everything... grilled cheese sandwiches, pretzels, chicken. Not spaggetti, though. I have to have sour cream with my spagetti sauce...don't even get me started on taco salads...

So after starting off with a topic like that, the next topic might seem clearly linked but somehow I can't really confirm it. I have had some of the craziest, weird dreams since I got pregnant. They tell me this is normal during pregnancy (for various reasons, depending on who's theory you hear). Sometimes they are funny, sometimes scary and sometimes just bizaare. And I seem to remember them more clearly than before too! They can be so realistic that I wake up crying/laughing/looking for someone specific to talk to...it just goes on and on. I guess I should be glad they give me something to think about when I wake up at 3am and can't go back to sleep...

Well, anyway, I am going to go make some grilled cheese for lunch...where's that mustard gotten to? :-)

Friday, April 07, 2006

Somersaults

Isaac is now big enough to include me in his daily exercise routine. Mornings start out with a warm up that goes into a vigorous program of wiggling and stretching. During the day, I am apparently active enough that he just likes hanging out for the ride. Unless I sit down and happen to slouch. That is definitely not allowed. Must cramp his style :-) Night time is definitely playtime. Ususally this means, Daddy is home working hard on his thesis and Mommy is cross stitching or knitting. We get a full complement of motion then, the most recent being full fledged somersaults. I can even discern body parts at times! Good times being had by all :-)

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

One more vote for the boy?

Margarite was here yesterday. Did all the usual stuff, blood pressure, urine test, dopplered the heartbeat, measured the fundus, told me where his head was :-) That was fun. He actually had just flipped over that morning. Also, when she was taking the heartbeat, she said that her guess is that it's a boy. Apparently, in her experience, she has found that boys have a slightly lower heart rate than the girls. "Lower", meaning around 130-140 beats per minute as opposed to more than 140bpm. Our little guy has been a pretty consistent 130-135bpm when she's taken it and also when I measure it myself from time to time. My in-laws have lent us a doppler that has been so nice to have around. I think my Dad Gardenghi picked it up at a garage sale or something years ago. It's a hand held little thing with ear pieces (they look just like the ones on a stethascope) that army medics used who knows how long ago. It still works great!

Monday, April 03, 2006

The wonders of technology...

Since we live here in Grenada there are obviously some differences in lifestyle and culure that are mandated by our location. Bet you couldn't figure that one out. However, I have to say that the internet is an amazing and wonderful connection to the world at large. We watch the church services from our home church live on Sundays, all communication home is via email or Skype (a way to make phone calls through the internet), and most recently my husband has introduced me to live radio! Yay! We have a pretty extensive music collection anyway, but the variety of radio is a nice change and you also get the news/weather for back home :-) It's the little blessings, you know? :-) Weird to think that my Daddy and I are probably listening to the same station hundreds of miles apart!

Friday, March 31, 2006

It's a ...


...boy? Since the little darling decided to keep various and sundry body parts in the direct line of the "camera" for the duration of the sonogram, we do not have conclusive evidence as to the gender of our child. However, the majority of opinion seems to be in favor of a boy so we have taken to calling him Isaac so that we can stop saying "it" and "the baby" all the time :0) Basically, we figure we're going to love any child the same amount so gender surety is not really a hinderance! I must say that seeing the fingers and toes, all the bones and organs was definitely worth having the scan. Also, the main reason for the ultrasound was to measure Isaac since I don't seem to have gained the average amount of weight for my dates. However, Isaac seems to be just fine, even a little BIGGER than his age, so we're guessing that I just have a few extra places to put weight that nobody knows about :-) And there are still 10 weeks to go for "rounding out" in both mom and baby. We'll keep you posted!

Monday, March 27, 2006

First kick in the ribs...


I got my first kick in the rib cage today. I was wondering if that was going to happen anytime soon. We go for the sonogram on Wednesday (SUPER EXCITED! :-) to make sure that everything is all right in there. I think Margarite is sending me to make sure the baby is big enough. I am not too worried since my Mom didn't gain a lot with her first (me) and I was over 8 pounds! Also, I am pretty tall and long torsoed which might give the appearence that I am smaller than I should be. I found this comic pretty funny though and thought it might give you a laugh. I want one of those "BABY!" shirts!!

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Do you think I always look like this?!

Ok, for those of you that have ever actually seen me in person this might not make too much sense. I say that because you know what I have looked like in the past and can see the difference that the pregnancy has made in my body. I just find it funny that as for the rest of the world, I am not apparently pregnant! We had to go get the propane bottles for the stove refilled today and the taxi driver was like "oh, you're pregnant?". HELLO! NO, I NORMALLY HAVE A BELLY THAT EXTENDS PAST MY CHEST! :-) Paul pointed out that this might actually be a compliment to the maternity clothing that I have but sometimes I wonder... Anyway, I am actually getting more and more excited about the ultrasound coming up next week. Paul keeps saying he can't wait for Baby to come out and play. Can't say that I blame him :-)

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Puppies and prowlers

A few nights ago we had a prowler walk through the property. We were all awake, in fact, Paul and Lady were right outside the front door playing when I heard some weird rustles in the bushes off the back porch (on the opposite side of the building). I went outside to look thinking that it was probably a stray dog that shows up occasionally to look for scraps and tossed something at the bushes to scare him off. That's when I realized that the noises were not coming from anything that walks on four legs and out of the corner of my eye I saw something white move and start up the hill toward the corner of the property. I ran and got the flash light in the house and came back to get a better look and as I started to shout to see what was going on he realized that there is a 6 foot fence that intersects with a concrete wall up there and discovered that he wasn't going anywhere.

Meanwhile, Paul and Lady ha heard me yelling but couldn't see the man and as they turned to come see me inside, the guy came around the corner of the house. This caused Paul to realize what I was on about and Lady to just go bananas. The guy kept moving and asserted that he was "just passing through, there was no problem" but Lady was obviously encouraging him to move quickly. You have to understand that the way that particular part of the yard is set up, the only entrance is from the property next door, there is NOTHING on this side of our land except dirt and brush, the back is blocked by the fence and wall and the only other thing around is our back porch (the floor of which is above the average man's head).

Basically, all this has caused me to be a little hypersensitive regarding noises at night and when home alone and Lady seems to have picked up on this. Last night she woke us at 3 in the morning at some apparent disruption that we couldn't determine. I guess it's good practice for the awakenings that we will be getting more frequently in the future :-) but it's just kind of disconcerting. Maybe I should look into some kind of gun/loud noise maker/other deterrent... Like that's just what the world needs, armed hormonally challenged women :-)