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The time is nearly two years ago. I'm the midst of my second trimester, pregnant with Spike*, and Thanksgiving is approaching. We've hosted Thanksgiving since 2001, but in 2004, it will be in our house for the first time, so in theory, we'll actually truly have enough room. I spend some time on Monday and Tuesday preparing, plus a lot of Wednesday. While I'm cooking on Wednesday morning, I have the first incidence of dizziness and overall wooziness, associated with low blood pressure, something that will repeat itself during my pregnancy. Thanksgiving dinner comes and goes, and as evening falls, my mom and I go out for a ride.
I should explain that after Family Gatherings, my mother and I typically will go for a drive. We usually take at least one kid, though as Gillian has gotten older, she often stays behind and reads. This is all right, since it allows to speak more freely about our relatives. We're out, when I glance at the clock, and it occurs to me - oh no! What? I've forgotten to tape CSI:. Never fear, my mother responds to me, your dad set our VCR.
Unfortunately, when they get home the next evening, they discover that this is going to be another one of my dad's VCR screw ups. (Ask me about Nirvana Unplugged. Or any number of things that he either taped over or set the wrong time or the wrong channel. Honestly.)
Now, I'm pregnant, and it doesn't occur to me to, you know, try to download the episode, or anything like that. So you can imagine my shock the next week when I tune in and the team's been split.
The point of all that was, I finally watched Mea Culpa this afternoon. For whatever reason, I found this sort of noteworthy. It also reminded me that Jacob was much easier to care for on the inside than he will be THIS Thanksgiving when I need to cook.
Speaking of Jacob, he's currently screaming. Anything to avoid that horrible, cruel fate called sleep. He fought napping for an hour and a half this afternoon. Despite everything else, he's usually a creature of habit when it comes to naps, and so neither of us really tolerate deviations from the routine all that well. If nothing else, my body's used to resting from Full Alert phase for those two hours at that point in the day.
The ticker on my userinfo that says how long I've been breastfeeding for? Scares me. I'm just saying. I look down and these things still seem sort of foreign to me, not-right. Two of these things don't belong here. I wonder if I'll ever get over that.
*Spike being Jacob's in utero nickname, for those of you who started reading post-March 23, 2005.
I should explain that after Family Gatherings, my mother and I typically will go for a drive. We usually take at least one kid, though as Gillian has gotten older, she often stays behind and reads. This is all right, since it allows to speak more freely about our relatives. We're out, when I glance at the clock, and it occurs to me - oh no! What? I've forgotten to tape CSI:. Never fear, my mother responds to me, your dad set our VCR.
Unfortunately, when they get home the next evening, they discover that this is going to be another one of my dad's VCR screw ups. (Ask me about Nirvana Unplugged. Or any number of things that he either taped over or set the wrong time or the wrong channel. Honestly.)
Now, I'm pregnant, and it doesn't occur to me to, you know, try to download the episode, or anything like that. So you can imagine my shock the next week when I tune in and the team's been split.
The point of all that was, I finally watched Mea Culpa this afternoon. For whatever reason, I found this sort of noteworthy. It also reminded me that Jacob was much easier to care for on the inside than he will be THIS Thanksgiving when I need to cook.
Speaking of Jacob, he's currently screaming. Anything to avoid that horrible, cruel fate called sleep. He fought napping for an hour and a half this afternoon. Despite everything else, he's usually a creature of habit when it comes to naps, and so neither of us really tolerate deviations from the routine all that well. If nothing else, my body's used to resting from Full Alert phase for those two hours at that point in the day.
The ticker on my userinfo that says how long I've been breastfeeding for? Scares me. I'm just saying. I look down and these things still seem sort of foreign to me, not-right. Two of these things don't belong here. I wonder if I'll ever get over that.
*Spike being Jacob's in utero nickname, for those of you who started reading post-March 23, 2005.