Dear Lord,

Next Christmas, when I have an infant, please let me get my Xmas shopping done early so that I’m not one of those beleagured women with a screaming kid in the longest line on earth at the last minute.

Please let me find quiet moments in my day when I can catch up on my favorite blogs, or make scones,  or DJ or write fiction.

Please let the bean be healthy. (Actually this is my first prayer, if You’re wondering about the order.)

Please  let C and I be open to who the bean is, so that we may help create this lovely white flower for her little multi-eyed beetle.

Please let me finish my writing project before all this luscious quiet free time goes away.

Tips for Survinging Second Trimester

Okay, so I’m not done with it, but I am getting enough of a sense of the 2nd trimester that I’m compelled to start listing out all the stuff I’ve learned.

1) Take your life back from anyone who might have big chunks of it. You will probably not feel this good again with this much time on your hands for a long while. Enjoy yourself! Align the creative energy going on in your body with your own creative spirit.

1a) There will be fears associated with the above. They’re okay and smart and normal and don’t feel dumb about having them. Just keep engaged with your creative spirit and stay true to that.

2) Now is a great time to do research with some of that copious energy. The testing stuff is, for now, behind you. Now it’s time to learn about homebirth vs birth center vs hospital birth. Also time to research and get recos on doulas and/or midwifes and/or OB and sort out how you’re going to bring this little creature onto the planet. Talk to everyone, interview them, imagine spending the hardest day of your life with them: whaddya think?

3) Your sex drive will be crazy. Again, carpe diem, as this is about to change. Good time to exercise too.

4) Surprise! Somewhere in here, you are going to start to get really big. And about this time, you may start feeling heart burn because your baby is squishing your stomach out of the way and your esophogus can’t constrict the way it’s used to. This is a big pain in the but and requires a dietary overhaul. Decaf coffee and tea, and all spicy foods, anything heavy in fat – buhbye. One more nail in the coffin of tasty things you can actually eat.

5) People will start to ask you different questions. “Do you know the gender?” and “Have you picked any names?” Even if you have a name that you LOVE, don’t tell them about it, as you really DON’T want to hear about someone’s great aunt who was going to be named that, but then her second cousin of the same name was killed in a boating accident or something.

6) Sleep a lot. Is this just me? I’m still sleeping a lot.

7) There is a whole recycling network of baby gear. Do not buy anything new. I am forever indebted to friends Minnie and Vim for the hookup on all kinds of strollers and carrying doo-dads and onsies and just about anything else you could need to take care of a newborn excrement machine.

8 ) Other pregnant moms will start coming out of the woodwork. This might be the best part of all — connecting with others who are going through this too. (Hi, K, J and, most recently, S!) These are some of the greatest conversations ever!  I’m considering starting a mom’s group & mailing list – so any of us who want can can all stay connected and share info/resources.
9) People will start giving up their seats on public transit for you. You really are showing, yo.

10) Talk to your baby. Start bonding with him or her. Ask questions. Tell it what you hope for it. (Or “pray” if you’re so inclined)  When I tell the bean what I hope for her, she starts to roll around and I can feel it. At one point the other day, I started being a little more heavy handed – telling her what I wanted her to be – and she really gave me a good kick. Point taken, bean-o!

Nausea: The Second Coming

Jesus Frikkin Harold Christmas – how did I get so nauseas again?! Why? It’s been such a great run!

This nausea is different – it’s more like heartburn. But I’ve been running to the bathroom feeling like I’m going to puke all morning.

I made some really bad-for-you stroganoff last night. TONS of butter.  I wonder if it’s not the high fat content that’s making me ill. Ugh – so much for training for a marathon.  Back to bed.

Second trimester: Training for a marathon

I am a totally kinesthetic person. When I am grounded and in my body, I have infinitely more endurance. When my body is in shape, I have infinitely more strength. It really hit me this week how much different this process will be if I am in shape. So finally, after much hemming and hawing and procrastination, I finally joined the Y and went swimming a couple times.

I have been thinking of it as training for a marathon. Somehow thinking of it this way makes it easier to get over to the gym…or to skip the fries (god, grease is yummy right about now)…and get sleep when I want to go out to a party but my butt is dragging.

Today, my yoga teacher said that, when she was in labor, she danced a lot. She said belly dancing started as a way for women in labor to expedite the process. How unbelievably awesome is this???!!! What a frikking great way to do it! I wonder if Alta Bates allows DJs in the birthing rooms?

Interview with a midwife

I interviewed a midwife last night – I was 20 min late due to shit rainy day Bay Bridge traffic and was totally uptight.  She had another appt right after me, and I could NOT get my groove on to have a normal conversation. I felt rushed and stupid, like there were a million things I knew I should ask, but couldn’t think of one.

With about a minute left before the next person’s appointement, I asked, “In your experience, what is the one aspect of the mother that leads to the easiest, most uncomplicated births?”

“Openness to the process,” she said.

I scheduled another appointment.

20 weeks

I can’t believe how fast it’s going. It seems like just yesterday that I saw those two parallel bars on the piss stick, and now here we are, half way through!

I want to savor every moment of this. To remember the elation and the self-doubt, the cravings for capers and stuffed peppers, the unbelievable kindness of others who have been through this before.

I find myself with a free moment and I want to feel that freedom with every cell of my being. Ahh freedom! This is what you feel like! You will be gone soon, and I will miss you. There will be other joys, to be sure. But for now — ahh!

I have started having crazy dreams…like the kind you have when you’re a waitress and your section fills up suddenly and all the other wait staff have gone home. I dreamt I was on a swing and my friends K and mama PJ were there with mama PJ’s daughter. Suddenly another kid I’ve never met before got into the way of my swing and I swerved crazy fast to keep from knocking this kid out.

Question: Do I fly so high that I fear knocking out my kid?

Certainly I am more alive than I’ve ever been these days. I am working on a fiction project that’s rocking my world AND working the day job. I have finally started to socialize again after months of holing up in my house. My relationship with C has deepened to new levels that I didn’t know either of us were capable of…
Ahhh – another memory I want to bottle and save for later — harmony with C. Such sweet affinity — a deep, clear empathy. We’ve been working so well together. If I were more cynical, I’d wonder if this relationship-harmony-during-pregnancy thing isn’t just another evolutionary trick to keep people procreating. Knowing how hard it gets once the kid is born, it really stands to reason…

Ah, but for now — ahhh! May we continue to cultivate this level of engagement with each other, despite all external pressures and distractions.

I spent a fair amount of time this weekend getting new clothes and asking people who have done this before how they dealt with various elements. My head hurts in realization of all I don’t know.

Thanks to mama PJ and my mother-in-law M for the style tips, and wise words.