For the past two weeks, ever since the ultrasound, I've been able to feel the baby moving. Mainly it feels like a tap dancer on speed. Constant motion, nonstop, followed by brief pauses - presumably so she can catch her breath - and then she's off again. But until last night, she hadn't been moving hard enough for Jason to feel her. He had to be content with my descriptions of our little speed-freak's dance technique.
Then last night, I was minding my own business, hand resting nonchalantly on my belly when SWEET FANCY KNICKERS! What was that? Was that a muscle spasming enough to make my whole lower belly quake?
Nope. That's my girl saying "Woman, get me a sammich!"
What? What did you think she would be saying at this point?
As soon as I could, I had Jason sitting there with both hands spread across my stomach. Then I told him to mention sammiches. That did the trick. The look on his face - eyes widened in wonder as he played tag with his baby girl - has become something I hope to remember forever.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
an extended holiday
Today is my last day of work for as much as six weeks. No, I didn't have the baby. But I will blame my pregnant hormones and tender heart on the fact that I won't be receiving a paycheck for a month and a half.
Back in February, when I learned I was pregnant, I decided I didn't want to go back to work once the baby was born. Not a big deal. Women do that all the time. But most women don't work in an industry where it can take your boss up to four months to find a replacement. Yep, that's how long it will take to find someone to fill my shoes. Compliment to myself intended. Because of the company's extensive background checking and necessary polygraphing, delays in hiring are standard. And that's after they've found someone who wants the job.
So being the kind and considerate person that I am, I informed my boss I wouldn't be coming back and asked that they begin the search for my replacement right away. Myself and another secretary have already been doing the work of three. I didn't want to leave her in the lurch. But things are never that simple. Turns out I would have to quit my full time status for them to post a job opening for my full time status job. Wracking my brain and lamenting to Jason, we came up with a solution. For them to start finding someone, I just can't be a full time employee. So how about I become a part time employee. I would lose the benefits but I didn't use those anyway.
Solution found.
Then I found out what would be involved in becoming a part time employee. Not as simple a procedure as it sounds. I have to quit, wait two pay periods (read: one month), and then personnel can begin the paperwork to make me a part time worker bee (read: another few weeks).
GAAAAH! Oh, the bureaucracy!
So now I'm out of work for a time and my co-worker, the one I was trying to save from being overloaded with work in the first place, will still be overloaded. But only for 6 weeks. Instead of 4 months. I guess that's a fair enough trade off.
Back in February, when I learned I was pregnant, I decided I didn't want to go back to work once the baby was born. Not a big deal. Women do that all the time. But most women don't work in an industry where it can take your boss up to four months to find a replacement. Yep, that's how long it will take to find someone to fill my shoes. Compliment to myself intended. Because of the company's extensive background checking and necessary polygraphing, delays in hiring are standard. And that's after they've found someone who wants the job.
So being the kind and considerate person that I am, I informed my boss I wouldn't be coming back and asked that they begin the search for my replacement right away. Myself and another secretary have already been doing the work of three. I didn't want to leave her in the lurch. But things are never that simple. Turns out I would have to quit my full time status for them to post a job opening for my full time status job. Wracking my brain and lamenting to Jason, we came up with a solution. For them to start finding someone, I just can't be a full time employee. So how about I become a part time employee. I would lose the benefits but I didn't use those anyway.
Solution found.
Then I found out what would be involved in becoming a part time employee. Not as simple a procedure as it sounds. I have to quit, wait two pay periods (read: one month), and then personnel can begin the paperwork to make me a part time worker bee (read: another few weeks).
GAAAAH! Oh, the bureaucracy!
So now I'm out of work for a time and my co-worker, the one I was trying to save from being overloaded with work in the first place, will still be overloaded. But only for 6 weeks. Instead of 4 months. I guess that's a fair enough trade off.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
drumroll please....
It's a GIRL!
Or possibly an alien. Right now it's still hard to tell. I'm sure when she's born that face will be much cuter.
That right there is girl parts. I took their word for it. All I can tell is that the boy parts aren't there so that must mean it's a girl.
This is her vogue-ing for the camera. I wish the profile wasn't so blurry but let me tell you, she has the sweetest nose I've ever seen.
And this is her foot. All 10 fingers and all 10 toes were accounted for. Though already I just want to munch on this little bitty foot.
We couldn't be more thrilled to welcome a little baby girl into this family. I'm already anticipating all the fun that will come with dressing her in frills then teaching her to fish.
Or possibly an alien. Right now it's still hard to tell. I'm sure when she's born that face will be much cuter.
That right there is girl parts. I took their word for it. All I can tell is that the boy parts aren't there so that must mean it's a girl.
This is her vogue-ing for the camera. I wish the profile wasn't so blurry but let me tell you, she has the sweetest nose I've ever seen.
And this is her foot. All 10 fingers and all 10 toes were accounted for. Though already I just want to munch on this little bitty foot.
We couldn't be more thrilled to welcome a little baby girl into this family. I'm already anticipating all the fun that will come with dressing her in frills then teaching her to fish.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
crossed off
I love lists. Any kind will do. I feel a real sense of accomplishment when I can cross something off a list - even if it's just a mental to do. I'm a planner. And an anal retentive organizer. I have a pressing internal need to be prepared for everything. So when I say I haven't bought a single thing in preparation for the baby, I want you to understand how hard that has been for me. I've looked, window shopped and "wish listed" online - but have yet to purchase even a single onesie.
Then Memorial Day came with all its wonderful super-sized bargains and I couldn't resist. I made a big purchase and bought something I've been dreaming about since I got married and knew we'd have kids someday.
Behold - THE CHAIR:
It rocks, it swivels, it reclines. It's oh so soft and squishy. And it was 50% off. 50% OFF!
I don't think I can emphasize that feature enough. I can't wait until the little one can enjoy it with me. Because Life with Baby just got a little comfier.
Then Memorial Day came with all its wonderful super-sized bargains and I couldn't resist. I made a big purchase and bought something I've been dreaming about since I got married and knew we'd have kids someday.
Behold - THE CHAIR:
It rocks, it swivels, it reclines. It's oh so soft and squishy. And it was 50% off. 50% OFF!
I don't think I can emphasize that feature enough. I can't wait until the little one can enjoy it with me. Because Life with Baby just got a little comfier.
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