Aside from "How is she sleeping?" people offer lots of opinions and commentary about our kid when we're out and about. Here are some recent gems:
"How old is she? I have a three-month old and he is SO MUCH bigger than her. Is she holding her head up okay?"
"When I got married, I knew I loved my wife, but it wasn't like.. new, you know? Having a kid, it's like a love I never knew I had."
and my personal favorite...
"She looks like a pug."
In other, more cheerful news, we're maybe going camping over the holiday weekend! It will be Etta's first tent camping trip and will surely result in some cute photos that hopefully won't take me 3 months to post.
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
The things people do when you are holding a baby
It's really strange. The way people interact with me when I'm holding Etta, or have her in a store is really unlike anything I've ever experienced before. In Target, I've had several women stop me, ask how old she is, how much she weighed when she was born, whether she's eating and sleeping well and then proceed to tell me all kinds of things about their kids.
A few weeks ago I was at the doctor's office with Cree and we were waiting for a while, so I had Etta in the lobby and we were walking around, she was sleeping, etc. One of the people in there told me about her 2 kids, 17 and 18, and that she was looking for a companion/lap dog for her mom. A guy reminded me that I shouldn't pick her up every time she cries, because then she'll be spoiled. A woman told me about when she had her daughter, and asked if I had any stitches and told me about the importance of taking time to heal.
A (rather young, I must say) nurse told me that she had SIX kids and really loved babies and that her oldest is 18 and that none of them had her eyes. Later, she came back and asked to hold Etta and when she gave her back she told me that she'd had her tubes tied, but there is some kind of expiration on that procedure -- 12 years or something -- and that she was pregnant again, but she wasn't going to keep it.
It was heartbreaking. You could tell she really wanted to have the baby, but that she thought she shouldn't because she had so many already. Her oldest daughter is also pregnant, and isn't keeping hers either. It was really sad, she didn't well up, but I did. I asked her how she felt about it, and she just sighed.
A few weeks ago I was at the doctor's office with Cree and we were waiting for a while, so I had Etta in the lobby and we were walking around, she was sleeping, etc. One of the people in there told me about her 2 kids, 17 and 18, and that she was looking for a companion/lap dog for her mom. A guy reminded me that I shouldn't pick her up every time she cries, because then she'll be spoiled. A woman told me about when she had her daughter, and asked if I had any stitches and told me about the importance of taking time to heal.
A (rather young, I must say) nurse told me that she had SIX kids and really loved babies and that her oldest is 18 and that none of them had her eyes. Later, she came back and asked to hold Etta and when she gave her back she told me that she'd had her tubes tied, but there is some kind of expiration on that procedure -- 12 years or something -- and that she was pregnant again, but she wasn't going to keep it.
It was heartbreaking. You could tell she really wanted to have the baby, but that she thought she shouldn't because she had so many already. Her oldest daughter is also pregnant, and isn't keeping hers either. It was really sad, she didn't well up, but I did. I asked her how she felt about it, and she just sighed.
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Monday, January 12, 2009
34 weeks!
Cree noticed that I've got a few things from The Great Maternity Clothing Gift that I hadn't worn yet, so I decide to sport one of the cute button-ups that I hadn't gotten around to wearing. I put it on, and it's almost too small!! 
I guess that happens, but I didn't ever think I'd be growing OUT of maternity clothes! Especially shirts. I've grown out of a couple pair of pants already, actually.
We're big Philadelphia Eagles fans, and for any of you pro football watchers out there, you know that they are (inexplicably) in the playoffs, and doing pretty well. We were watching the game yesterday and Cree was yelling at the tv in her typical fashion and said to one of the players, "Aw, get up you baby! You're not even pregnant!!"
I asked for clarification, "Did you say that because it takes me such a long time to get out of the bed, or a chair?"
Obviously, the answer is yes.
It's hilarious. It really does take me forever to do pretty much anything now. I have become one of those slow-movers which definitely interferes with my perceived efficiency. Oh well. A by-product.

I guess that happens, but I didn't ever think I'd be growing OUT of maternity clothes! Especially shirts. I've grown out of a couple pair of pants already, actually.
We're big Philadelphia Eagles fans, and for any of you pro football watchers out there, you know that they are (inexplicably) in the playoffs, and doing pretty well. We were watching the game yesterday and Cree was yelling at the tv in her typical fashion and said to one of the players, "Aw, get up you baby! You're not even pregnant!!"
I asked for clarification, "Did you say that because it takes me such a long time to get out of the bed, or a chair?"
Obviously, the answer is yes.
It's hilarious. It really does take me forever to do pretty much anything now. I have become one of those slow-movers which definitely interferes with my perceived efficiency. Oh well. A by-product.
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Thursday, October 2, 2008
20 weeks!
This week is 20 weeks -- halfway there. Interestingly, the human gestation is actually 40 weeks (which is considered full term) and if you do the math at 4 weeks/month, that's 10 months! Alternately, some people count actual calendar months, which leaves you at about 9 months over that amount of time at 4.33 weeks per month.
It's confusing, and I think that's why pregnancy is often counted in weeks instead of months. Here's an article that helps explain.
H and the kids left yesterday and it was So. Quiet. in the house. This morning, I really was appreciating waking up to silence instead of squealing and screaming. I know it's all going to change very soon, but I'm going to enjoy the peace and quiet while I still can.
It's confusing, and I think that's why pregnancy is often counted in weeks instead of months. Here's an article that helps explain.
H and the kids left yesterday and it was So. Quiet. in the house. This morning, I really was appreciating waking up to silence instead of squealing and screaming. I know it's all going to change very soon, but I'm going to enjoy the peace and quiet while I still can.
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Thursday, September 25, 2008
not unlike the jeans problem
In my new job I am lucky enough to work with many people I'd call friends, including the Burger Baroness. We get to spend many lunches together and so we talk a lot about the impending baby. I've gleaned a few memorable quotes from her in the past month, but the best situation was last week, when we went to the Food Court for burritos and a root beer (for me).
She was saying how I barely looked pregnant and I was saying that the particular pair of pants had this wide elastic waist that helped to smooth the belly a little. One complaint I have about these particular pants is that the waistband is a little snug sometimes -- I might be wearing it a little too high or something, so maybe it will improve once I'm a little bigger and it can act as support -- and I conveyed this complaint to her.
She returned this classic: "Oh, that's okay -- it just looks like you have a muffin top."
Amazing.
She was saying how I barely looked pregnant and I was saying that the particular pair of pants had this wide elastic waist that helped to smooth the belly a little. One complaint I have about these particular pants is that the waistband is a little snug sometimes -- I might be wearing it a little too high or something, so maybe it will improve once I'm a little bigger and it can act as support -- and I conveyed this complaint to her.
She returned this classic: "Oh, that's okay -- it just looks like you have a muffin top."
Amazing.
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
ahh relief
I went to the mall over the weekend and found two pair of pretty adequate maternity jeans that I think I'll be able to wear for the rest of the pregnancy. They are so much more comfortable that I've already packed my other jeans away.
We were at the mall with our good friends Serra and The Professor and we were talking about how a fetus has a light covering of hair in the womb that helps to keep them warm. I've also been telling them all about my newly found emotionality, which I think prompted this conversation:
The Prof: Oh, that's so sweet.
Me: I think it's kind of icky, actually -- a hairy baby.
The Prof: But what if it was a hairy baby saying really sweet thing?
Me: Mm, no.
The Prof: What if it was a mom thinking about how much she loved her hairy baby?
I start welling up.
She was trying to make me cry!! I totally tattled on her to Cree.
We were at the mall with our good friends Serra and The Professor and we were talking about how a fetus has a light covering of hair in the womb that helps to keep them warm. I've also been telling them all about my newly found emotionality, which I think prompted this conversation:
The Prof: Oh, that's so sweet.
Me: I think it's kind of icky, actually -- a hairy baby.
The Prof: But what if it was a hairy baby saying really sweet thing?
Me: Mm, no.
The Prof: What if it was a mom thinking about how much she loved her hairy baby?
I start welling up.
She was trying to make me cry!! I totally tattled on her to Cree.
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