Happy Birthday to Me and Edie
Yesterday i turned 33 and edith turned two weeks old. We celebrated by playing happy birthday on the piano together (very poorly, i should actually practice it sometime rather than just kind of making it up as i go). unfortunately, the camera’s batteries died right before we finished, but here it is anyway.
Pinky!
Well, as many of you whom have visited or spoken with us recently may know, we became obsessed with pink the day we discovered she was a girl. And, because I kept slipping on the name when feeling her kick, Peter implemented the womb name “Pinky,” in honor of one of his favorite Ms. Pac-Man ghosts, and also for the pink color we imagine she will be when we first see her (outside of the womb, that is). So, we had both grandmas visit in the last month and each contributed a bit to Pinky’s pink wardrobe. Whenever anyone comes over I run them down to the basement (remodel done!) to show them all Pinky’s clothes. I keep remembering the time when I was hanging out with my sister before the twins came, and we were folding and putting all their little newly-washed outfits into drawers. She said, “I just want them to hurry up and be born so I can dress them!” Now I fully appreciate that sentiment, although Pinky has a little longer to incubate (3.5 months! That’s it!) 
This is how we’re looking around here in Portland- pretty preggers! Holly has only 6 weeks to go. Wow!
Half-Baked
Well, a little more than half, if you can believe it! We’ll be at five months next week, wow! You know what that means, yes, four months to go! I think when I first found out I was pregnant, I thought, well, it’s such a long ways away, nine months. I can think about it later…. Then all of a sudden, I’m looking at the 3/x/xx in the date and thinking that 3 is actually not too far from 7. The good news is, she still needs all the time to grow, and, we need the time to finish the house! Peter has been moving along at an amazing pace, and, we’ll have the satisfaction of having a completed basement (missing only new windows) in the next few days. Also, we should have the bathroom done by about Easter. Then– it’s on the baby room- finally! And for those of you who don’t know, I start my new job Tuesday, teaching 3rd grade. I’m looking forward to it and I’m going to take all the stress in stride. Just breathe… exercise, breathe. I will add I’m pretty proud of myself lately. I’ve been walking, doing yoga, and swimming on a very regular basis. If I can keep it up, I’ll have no regrets!
A Womb with a View
Last Sunday as many of you know, Peter and I headed up Mt. Tabor with a little envelope containing genitalia photos (which felt rather scandalous). We found a nice spot to sit overlooking the reservoirs and city, and opened the envelope… “I M A GIRL!” – it said. We were ecstatic. In fact, we’ve been in a state of bliss ever since, as we realized after reading the note; we had been unconsciously hoping for a girl, but not wanting to put our hopes either way, since we knew we’d be ecstatic in both cases. Early on, (i.e. the first week we knew) in the pregnancy, we noticed we’d been referring to her as “she.” We both were convinced she was a girl. Then, once we told our families, and input began to seep in, we were given a majority of boy feedback. We began to doubt. I also began to feel that I needed to entertain the possibility of our baby being a boy, as until then that reality had really never entered my mind. But…. here we are, with our baby girl growing strong. I immediately found I was in love with pink. I had visions of dressing her like Strawberry Shortcake until she’s old enough to protest. We gave her a name. Suddenly, she has an identity, a personality. It was strange to realize that I couldn’t really envision my baby until I knew which gender to expect, but, such are the realities of socialization. Since last week, I have also been feeling so many of her movements inside me. She is very active when I first wake up, during a bath (heat and light?) and at around 8pm in the evenings. I am thinking she may be a bit of a night owl like her papa. Peter has felt her twice now, the first time while we watched, “The Other Boleyn Girl” (good movie), and again during last night’s movie. I think she also likes movies. Anyways, belly photo up next, as we are now officially at the halfway point!
note from peter: when we got our ultrasound last week the technician kindly recorded a 9 second clip and put it on loop for me to film. if you watch the whole thing, there is a belly shot and other fun stuff further in. last year i sat down at the piano and just sort of played a song that came out of nowhere. it kind of sounded like a lullaby and seemed to fit with the ultrasound video, so i just hit record on my laptop and played along while i watched it. if you look closely you you can see shorty’s heart beating pretty much at the tempo of the song!
On cat torture…
I just looked at that picture that erin posted of me and alice playing the piano, and felt a little bad; i wanted to make it clear that i really like to never, ever torment or tease our cats. I actually was genuinely interested in seeing if alice or jane had any inherent musical ability (for the record, jane has a little more talent, but not much). And just for the record, in case anyone thinks its ridiculous that cats might have musical talent, well, i got the idea from a little cat named nora:
We need a kid!
Due to lack of options, Peter started teaching Alice to play the piano. She was able to play one note, two times. She has had one additional lesson…
On a personal note…
Phew! Week 18 finally found me feeling better. I have no nausea to report, and, I’m having trouble staying in bed for even 9 hours. Quite a change. In the earlier weeks, I had started growing tired of hearing, “Oh, next week will be great! Week 10 you’ll feel better…. Week 12, week 14….” I realized after about week 14, people had stopped saying that. But, here it is, week 18, and I’m finally feeling, as I described it to Peter, like a person again. Yeah!
I felt the baby at about 5 am last Thursday, Valentine’s Day. That was my first day of week 18. I felt a little thump against my swelling abdomen. I didn’t know quite what it was, but, I knew it didn’t come from me. I described it as very “third party.” It was a really strange sensation, and left no doubt there is definitely something/someone else now residing inside my body. Hmmm….
