I’m trying something new for Throwback Thursday. As I get ready to have a baby in 6-8 weeks (WHAT?!?!) Kevin and I find ourselves thinking about random aspects of parenting: for example, the other day Kevin couldn’t fathom what we’re going to do when our kid has to go to birthday parties/have birthday parties, and I keep thinking about the moments when our kid will want to hear stories from my childhood. I’m not particularly good at coming up with engaging stories off the top of my head. Combine that with my inability to remember more than little flashes of memories from childhood and I knew I would answer him, “Oh, I can’t really remember.” But the stories we heard about Dad and Mom growing up (mostly from their siblings/Grandma Buckwalter) are some of my favorites: Dad falling off the tractor/hay baler and getting run over was an entrancing story (that I frequently embellished in my imagination), Mom exploring the city of Belmont all by herself and playing in the waterfalls (I generally imagined Mom as Ramona from Beverly Cleary’s book Ramona and Beezus, spunky and mischievous). It’s an important thing to be able to create a history for your parents, to hear what they were like as kids and what their families were like, even if, through the telling, it becomes a mixture of fact and fiction. Continue reading “Throwback Thursday: Stories from Childhood”→
As of last week, I am now 36 weeks pregnant! Whew, it has gone by quickly. I am now at the lumbering, waddling stage of pregnancy. There’s not much room on my small frame for an extra 20-25 lbs, so it’s like carrying a large, low bowling ball on the front of me all the time. I feel old with this pregnancy. I don’t remember too much discomfort when I was pregnant with Miriam, though that was 5 years ago. This time around I have more pain in my pelvis and hips and back. I am all of 34 years old now. If we keep having kids (doubtful) I will be “advanced maternal age” with the next one.
This past Friday night, I dressed up for one last date night before baby comes. Our group of friends here in Ithaca do a babysitting swap once a month which is a brilliant idea. It was our turn to go out. At the end of the evening, Krestia took a few pregnancy glamour shots of me. I wasn’t thrilled with how they turned out, but here’s a few that are acceptable, I think. The dress is actually not a maternity dress–just a dress with a forgiving midsection! I may have stretched it out beyond repair by putting it on with such a large belly, but I hope not. It’s a pretty classy black dress from TJ Maxx (Ralph Lauren, I think).
It’s hard to believe, but I am almost halfway through this pregnancy. I am trying so hard to relish every moment, because this may be the last time I’m pregnant. I want to remember this feeling of my body swelling and rounding. I don’t want to forget feeling the first few movements, like a little fish flipping low in my belly.