I am officially on maternity leave as of today. My belly is a planet unto itself, and I am simply stuck in its orbit, waiting.
It is funny how different the second time is, how you think you know how everything is going to be but then you don't... Kind of like life. I swear this kid is trying to kick my ovaries right out of my abdomen right now. I am also vaguely worried that she senses my belly button is a weak spot and she may try to make a break through there. Some of the contortions my belly has been though in the past couple weeks just don't seem natural...
I am beginning to get anxious to meet her... She's a forceful little lady so far.
26 November, 2008
22 November, 2008
Thanks for All the Fish...
...and the encouragement. It really has made a difference to know that you guys are thinking of me, and that all is not roses for you, too. Somehow this misery does seem to love company. So thank you all. You've made a crap week a whole lot better.
In other news, I had to go to the DMV this week to renew my driver's license and to pay the past due registration for the car that stopped running (so we can donate it to the Jane Goodall Institute). I haven't been since I got married (six years, in case you were wondering), and the California DMV has a new system where you get assigned a number and then just wait until the computer calls your number. Because it's a letter/number combination, it feels a whole lot like some institutional un-fun form of bingo. But, at 8.75 months pregnant, I was rather glad to get to sit and wait, rather than stand in line. I have to say also, that to their credit, the people were all (mostly) nice, and I did get done in just under an hour. Since R had Peanut, I was actually looking forward to the wait, so I could make some knitting progress on my socks. Here they are so far:
The wait didn't end up being that long, so I was a little weirdly disappointed that the wait at the DMV wasn't longer. I know, I know.
In other news, I found out on Wednesday that the doctor's office messed up and didn't schedule my c-section on the date they told me they would (I picked December 22nd). The best part is that it isn't fixable- the hospital has no openings now during that WHOLE WEEK. So, instead of celebrating the holidays with my new baby, I will be too pregnant to move. They have me on December 30th, instead. So now I will be spending New Years in the maternity ward. (Unless the gods of childbirth would like to have me go into labor on my own so I can have my c-section early...)
I also finished knitting a cashmere scarf for my girlfriend. Knitting with cashmere makes me wish that everything was made out of cashmere. Most rich-people accoutrements mean very little to me, but a closet full of cashmere? I wouldn't say no to it. Here's the scarf:
More holiday knitting in my future, interspersed with some baby knitting....
In other news, I had to go to the DMV this week to renew my driver's license and to pay the past due registration for the car that stopped running (so we can donate it to the Jane Goodall Institute). I haven't been since I got married (six years, in case you were wondering), and the California DMV has a new system where you get assigned a number and then just wait until the computer calls your number. Because it's a letter/number combination, it feels a whole lot like some institutional un-fun form of bingo. But, at 8.75 months pregnant, I was rather glad to get to sit and wait, rather than stand in line. I have to say also, that to their credit, the people were all (mostly) nice, and I did get done in just under an hour. Since R had Peanut, I was actually looking forward to the wait, so I could make some knitting progress on my socks. Here they are so far:
The wait didn't end up being that long, so I was a little weirdly disappointed that the wait at the DMV wasn't longer. I know, I know.
In other news, I found out on Wednesday that the doctor's office messed up and didn't schedule my c-section on the date they told me they would (I picked December 22nd). The best part is that it isn't fixable- the hospital has no openings now during that WHOLE WEEK. So, instead of celebrating the holidays with my new baby, I will be too pregnant to move. They have me on December 30th, instead. So now I will be spending New Years in the maternity ward. (Unless the gods of childbirth would like to have me go into labor on my own so I can have my c-section early...)
I also finished knitting a cashmere scarf for my girlfriend. Knitting with cashmere makes me wish that everything was made out of cashmere. Most rich-people accoutrements mean very little to me, but a closet full of cashmere? I wouldn't say no to it. Here's the scarf:
More holiday knitting in my future, interspersed with some baby knitting....
11 November, 2008
I'm Tired of Being Tired....
So I had a root canal today. (And I found out that I am likely to need two more soon). One of our cars has died, so we have to likely buy another. I have to take R to the doctor today because he dislocated his hand this past weekend. He also cut himself badly enough to need stitches the weekend before. On election day, I knocked a chef's knife off the counter directly into the top of my foot. Prop 8 passed, so now our friends can't get married. (By the way, fuck the Mormons).
What exactly is with us? The past three months have been pretty crap-tas-tic, if you ask me.
I need some good stuff soon. Tell me lovely stories, magical happy lies, please. I'd like to ignore life a little bit, if you don't mind.
Thanks.
What exactly is with us? The past three months have been pretty crap-tas-tic, if you ask me.
I need some good stuff soon. Tell me lovely stories, magical happy lies, please. I'd like to ignore life a little bit, if you don't mind.
Thanks.
10 November, 2008
08 November, 2008
Peanut's Pink Hat...
I knitted Peanut this pink hat. She announces, "Hat Me." when she wants to wear it. Yeah, it's that cute.
It's pink alpaca yarn:
Sunset pink, really.
It's pink alpaca yarn:
Sunset pink, really.
07 November, 2008
Proposition 8
So, I already wrote a little about my thoughts on Prop 8, which unfortunately passed. I had a most amazing experience, watching Obama claim his place as an American president, only to wake up to Prop 8 passing the next day.
From the sound of things, there are still protesters in my 'hood. Read about it here, and if you are reading this on Friday night, get your butt down there. I'd go but I'm 8 months pregnant and supposed to stay off my feet (and I have a sleeping kid, too).
So, in honor of this travesty, I am posting my husband's response to an idiot who commented on my previous post about Prop 8. I really do love him. Here he is, in his glory>>>>
"[....Wifey is too angry to respond right now due to the assumption you've made that she hasn't "read anything about what Proposition 8 is about." Because she disagrees with you? Classy. She must be ignorant. ]
Is it about the children? Funny thing about being a taxpayer in a democracy. You don't get to decide where your tax dollars go. I don't get to say to Uncle Sam "Hey, howza bout you don't use my income tax to fund the occupation of a country that never attacked us?" And you don't get to decide what your free education teaches the children. Gay people exist. As in, they are an objective component of this planet. Are you opposed to teaching children facts?
And really, Chauncey? We're ignorant? "It's about letting the law makers know they can't revoke something..." Lawmakers didn't revoke anything. No one revoked anything. The judicial system fulfilled it's Constitutional role and determined that a law passed was not consistent with the Constitution of the United States of America. Once the gubment sanctions an institution (such as marriage) and bestows benefits to those who enter into this institution, The freakin Constitution applies. Equal Protection Bizatch! And for the strict constructionist out there, I don't recall which Article has the "No faggots clause."
It's not the state's role to decide what is or is not palatable, or as you so logically put it "sacred" to "the majority of the people." It is to fairly (and Constitutionally) interpret and implement law. Majority rule, as any careful reading of the Federalist Papers (and I doublemotherfuckingtripledogdareya [shout out to Ms Hannah] to honestly tell me you've read these 85 little darlings that are, in many ways, more important than the Constitution itself when it comes to deciphering the Founder's intentions) will tell you is only half of the function of the Constitution. Minority rights is the other half.
You see, once upon a time in this country it was sacred, and I mean that literally-preachers preached it- that slavery was ordained by god and "the majority of the people" agreed. At a slightly later date in our history it was sacred-again, the churches (and I guess god and "the majority of the people") agreed that women just weren't smart enough to vote. You see where I'm going with this? You see where my wife, and millions others like her might be "bitter", might find laughable your belief that the god you choose to worship, your god of 2008, is somehow more accurate in it's (really it is "his" isn't it? Your god totally has a penis, huh? No deity with a clitoris would be opposed to gay marriage) conclusions about our society?
I do feel the need to close with your own words. "The only people saying that it is about their right to love who they want to love is [and really, Chauncey, when you start with the plural of "people" you really need to follow up with "are" not "is,"] people like you who obviously have a beef with religion." Obviously, we are people who neither believe in, nor subsequently fear, hell, but atheists are maybe 5-8% of the population. Even if this pile of hateful nonsense passes, there will be 40-49% percent of Californian's voting against it. I don't think that 10% counts as "many voting no on 8." There will be hundreds of thousands of religious folks voting against this next Tuesday. Will they all be people who "have not read anything" about Prop 8? Will they all be "bitter?"
Please, for your own well being, don't bother responding to this. I'm too exhausted from masturbating to topless pictures of David Beckham whilst simultaneously teaching my daughter that a princess can marry a princess to respond to any more nonsense. This isn't even my blog, but while I'm here, talking about gods and shit, I may as well take the opportunity to say What the fuck, god?! My birthday present from you (Nov #1 mofos-I like gold, cheese, and What-The-Fuck-There's-A-Nailin' Palin-Porno--Gimme dat!) every year is supposed to be colder weather. I have to deal with a chode this sweaty in late October?! Bullshit, Jesus' daddy, bullshit."
Yes, this is the love of my life. I am one lucky lady.
If only everyone here could marry the person that they loved....
From the sound of things, there are still protesters in my 'hood. Read about it here, and if you are reading this on Friday night, get your butt down there. I'd go but I'm 8 months pregnant and supposed to stay off my feet (and I have a sleeping kid, too).
So, in honor of this travesty, I am posting my husband's response to an idiot who commented on my previous post about Prop 8. I really do love him. Here he is, in his glory>>>>
"[....Wifey is too angry to respond right now due to the assumption you've made that she hasn't "read anything about what Proposition 8 is about." Because she disagrees with you? Classy. She must be ignorant. ]
Is it about the children? Funny thing about being a taxpayer in a democracy. You don't get to decide where your tax dollars go. I don't get to say to Uncle Sam "Hey, howza bout you don't use my income tax to fund the occupation of a country that never attacked us?" And you don't get to decide what your free education teaches the children. Gay people exist. As in, they are an objective component of this planet. Are you opposed to teaching children facts?
And really, Chauncey? We're ignorant? "It's about letting the law makers know they can't revoke something..." Lawmakers didn't revoke anything. No one revoked anything. The judicial system fulfilled it's Constitutional role and determined that a law passed was not consistent with the Constitution of the United States of America. Once the gubment sanctions an institution (such as marriage) and bestows benefits to those who enter into this institution, The freakin Constitution applies. Equal Protection Bizatch! And for the strict constructionist out there, I don't recall which Article has the "No faggots clause."
It's not the state's role to decide what is or is not palatable, or as you so logically put it "sacred" to "the majority of the people." It is to fairly (and Constitutionally) interpret and implement law. Majority rule, as any careful reading of the Federalist Papers (and I doublemotherfuckingtripledogdareya [shout out to Ms Hannah] to honestly tell me you've read these 85 little darlings that are, in many ways, more important than the Constitution itself when it comes to deciphering the Founder's intentions) will tell you is only half of the function of the Constitution. Minority rights is the other half.
You see, once upon a time in this country it was sacred, and I mean that literally-preachers preached it- that slavery was ordained by god and "the majority of the people" agreed. At a slightly later date in our history it was sacred-again, the churches (and I guess god and "the majority of the people") agreed that women just weren't smart enough to vote. You see where I'm going with this? You see where my wife, and millions others like her might be "bitter", might find laughable your belief that the god you choose to worship, your god of 2008, is somehow more accurate in it's (really it is "his" isn't it? Your god totally has a penis, huh? No deity with a clitoris would be opposed to gay marriage) conclusions about our society?
I do feel the need to close with your own words. "The only people saying that it is about their right to love who they want to love is [and really, Chauncey, when you start with the plural of "people" you really need to follow up with "are" not "is,"] people like you who obviously have a beef with religion." Obviously, we are people who neither believe in, nor subsequently fear, hell, but atheists are maybe 5-8% of the population. Even if this pile of hateful nonsense passes, there will be 40-49% percent of Californian's voting against it. I don't think that 10% counts as "many voting no on 8." There will be hundreds of thousands of religious folks voting against this next Tuesday. Will they all be people who "have not read anything" about Prop 8? Will they all be "bitter?"
Please, for your own well being, don't bother responding to this. I'm too exhausted from masturbating to topless pictures of David Beckham whilst simultaneously teaching my daughter that a princess can marry a princess to respond to any more nonsense. This isn't even my blog, but while I'm here, talking about gods and shit, I may as well take the opportunity to say What the fuck, god?! My birthday present from you (Nov #1 mofos-I like gold, cheese, and What-The-Fuck-There's-A-Nailin' Palin-Porno--Gimme dat!) every year is supposed to be colder weather. I have to deal with a chode this sweaty in late October?! Bullshit, Jesus' daddy, bullshit."
Yes, this is the love of my life. I am one lucky lady.
If only everyone here could marry the person that they loved....
04 November, 2008
Wow.
President Obama. Wow.
"You must be the change you wish to see in the world."
~Gandhi
Change can happen. What a lovely, lovely surprise.
Thank you, America.
"You must be the change you wish to see in the world."
~Gandhi
Change can happen. What a lovely, lovely surprise.
Thank you, America.
02 November, 2008
November Already?
Peanut was Little Red Riding Hood for Halloween:
I sewed the hood and knit her a sweater:
Halloween rocks. Dora the Explorer cookies for dinner? Never. But on Halloween?
Also, I am learning how to knit socks. More later.
I sewed the hood and knit her a sweater:
Halloween rocks. Dora the Explorer cookies for dinner? Never. But on Halloween?
Also, I am learning how to knit socks. More later.
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