Pocket Bebe

I’m back from a much needed vacation and ready to write!  I would of written to you from the depths of the North Woods via the BlackBerry had I had the decency to actually remember my login and password to WordPress but, I didn’t.  I rely entirely too much on my computer to remember my passwords for me.  At any rate, while Lucy, Ricky, and Little Ricky explore Europe with their family, Enzo came with me and met up with our family in Northern Wisconsin.  We spent a week swimming, fishing, boating, and just relaxing in the sun or by the campfire.  My girls loved playing with their cousins nonstop and I enjoyed being referred to as Auntie.  We even grew accustomed to using an outhouse, though at night we could use the restrooms in the cabins and like an RV, only if it was of the liquid variety.  Even at 20+ weeks pregnant I still have a semi steel bladder and refused to come out from under the warm covers except in a dire emergency.  Is it any coincidence that Mr. Enzo is the most active in the early morning hours when he is lounging on top of a full house??

Photo from SIL, Sarah, of Lysol circa 1970 in Pooh Corner.   Sorry, I can’t help myself.  It is truly a sickness. 

Enzo is now 21 weeks gestation, OVER HALF BAKED!! Even considering the weeks of IVF meds that went into preparing to carry a baby this has been the fastest moving pregnancy I have ever had.  I don’t know if that has to do with the fact that I don’t have to think about the responsibility of a child post delivery or what, but it is going so super fast.  How ironic that for Lucy and Ricky this is probably a very LONG pregnancy and 40 weeks can’t arrive soon enough!

In July I have to take a class on how to have a baby at a birthing center verses delivering a baby at a hospital and it got me thinking about a few things.  First, I’m sure the class will be interesting and I will learn some cool MacGyver like tricks even though this will be my fourth time around the block. On the other hand, this is my FOURTH time around the block AND is there anything HARDER than having a natural (i.e. non-medicated birth) in a hospital setting?  The majority of hospital births heap more pain and suffering on the laboring mother than necessary, so it seems kinda funny to attend a class that will talk about how a more natural approach to childbirth doesn’t require you to be flat on your back, legs jacked up to your ears as you endure the most painful part of labor.  I like that if I wanted ramp myself up on my left side on a birthing ball, arms gripped to a set of purple monkey bars, while sipping coconut milk out of a straw, I could.  Now, all that might not be exactly feasible but you get my drift.  I have options… In the hospital, you don’t have options, other than what type of drugs you want to try.  Please continue to pray that the pregnancy keeps going well and that nothing pops up that would boot me out of birthing center care into OB/hospital setting care.  I’m going for the gold and a water birth people!

I’ve also pondered (beyond how fat my ass is getting) in the last week just how much pregnancy over the years has played a part in some of my habits.  Starting with my first pregnancy with my oldest daughter when I was twenty (12 years ago) a few things changed and have remained the same, especially in regards to how I sleep.

1)      It is only possible to sleep on my left side.

2)      Even the softest most comfortable pj’s seem restrictive.

3)      A pillow must always be placed between the knees to keep them from touching.

Well, I know I owe you a bit more than that for being MIA for so long but tis’ all I can do for now.  I must shift from an upright position in which my booty is half asleep to a reclined left side with a “crotch pillow” as my husband calls it between my knees to catch up on my TV shows I missed.   Tosh.O has a new season starting and tomorrow Kate Plus Eight starts; I’ve sure missed her sassy ways. It will be nice to see her back on the air again and not in that painfully trying to watch her smile and dance at the same time kind of way.

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