Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Pregnancy reflections

Before I get inundated with labor hormones and warm fuzzy newborn feelings which cause me to forget all about the pregnancy process I wanted to take some time and reflect on what these past nine months have been like for me. Although long and rambling, I know this doesn’t encompass the whole of the process – but lets be real, nothing can.

 

Beginnings

 

It was kind of a rough start. I spent what felt like an eternity being nauseous and wanting nothing to do with food. I didn’t mind eating baked potatoes, sushi, fruit+cheese combos (raspberries and string cheese became an almost daily part of my diet), chick-fil-A, and pasta (as long as it was not too garlicky). I absolutely couldn’t stand pizza or ANYTHING about coffee (let me tell you that made my job a little more challenging)

 

During this time I confided in Joy that I thought all of the people who go on and on about loving pregnancy were either off their rocker crazy or they just had a really bad memory. Thankfully this phase did pass (but for the record it was not ‘on time’ with the end of my first trimester as everyone assured me it would be) and the months since then have been much more wonderful. In fact I am in serious danger of being one of those off the rocker crazy people who loves pregnancy - not so much I want to make a constant lifestyle of it, but it is a special time I feel so blessed in it.

 

Aliments

 

I have gotten little tastes of the typical pregnancy ailment, my back bothered me for a while; I got something like heartburn; I don’t sleep great; my ankles can get huge (especially if I have to sit for any extended period of time) which kind of hurts because my skin protests; I do still have an innie but stretch marks have laid claim to my lower abdomen; and for real I have to pee ALL THE TIME. Sometimes I feel like a little kid because I just have to force myself to go any time I have a moment to spare because I know that if I don’t then I will just have to go as soon as I get started with something.

 

Fun Stuff

 

One of the things I have loved about the process is learning all of the really fascinating stuff that is going on with my body. Strangely enough of all of the pregnancy books I have read or skimmed through my favorite ended up being the sometimes dry but super informative book that my midwife’s office gave me “The American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists guide to Your Pregnancy and Childbirth: Month to Month”. The title is a little too long and I doubt it will ever be a best seller but I loved learning all the stuff in it.  I have also loved all of the classes we have been able to attend. Every time we go to one I tell Chris I want to be a doula … Chris is pretty quick to remind me that I don’t like bodily fluids so it would not work out well.

 

Work

 

So I have to admit, I would never have picked Sbucks as the job to have while pregnant, but in some ways it has been a good fit. While the on your feet aspect is not always pleasant, it has forced me to stay active when I may have otherwise been unapologetically slothful. It is a job with the time flexibility to allow me to move to nights after we realized that I couldn’t do mornings; this gave me the freedom to sleep in (kind of) and wake up slow and easy – two things which worked wonders for my body’s ability to cope. The store is always an icebox, every other summer it has bothered me but I won’t lie spending 30+ hours a week in a place where I knew I wouldn’t be overwarm while the outside was pelted with a heatwave – that’s not awful.

 

My co-workers were wonderful. While there were some days when I may have loved them less than others; that is just life peeking through. On the whole they were very considerate and helpful. Without their supportiveness and sweetness none of the other good things would have amounted to much.

 

Lastly, my customers were great too, especially those already prone to being Grandmotherly. Bad customers may make me a little crazy but often the good ones outweigh that a million to one (when I am willing to see that).

 

People

 

I have had wonderful people in my life during this. My roommates are fun and understanding of the extra moodiness and food  stockpiling (aka they respect the string cheese), my other friends have been excited and supportive, and willing to listen to my ramblings, the other mothers of babies in my life have been willing to answer my questions and offer appreciated advice, my family has been excited but not at  all smothering … God put good people in my life on all fronts and they have all been instrumental in this time.

 

Husband

 

Chris has of course been wonderful in all of this – this is no real surprise because in the marital time we had leading up to this he was also wonderful in many of the same ways. When I was feeling miserable at the start not only did he help in practical ways (like picking up extra chores and humoring my self imposed food limitations) but he also helped on the emotional/mental level by challenging me to find the good things about being pregnant and focus on them. Through out this whole time he has continued to be supportive on every front, he has come with me to all but two of my doctors appointments, he has made a few midnight food runs, he calms me down when I freak out and cheers me up when I am sad, he even makes sure that I am following the rules with not eating food I shouldn’t or overdoing it at the gym (it is good that he can be just as stubborn as me), he comes along to the fifty million classes I want to take even though they have long since felt redundant to him …. The list could go on forever but basically it all adds up to the fact that he takes good care of me and already he is being a good father to our daughter in the little and big things.

 

Going Forward

 

Friday is the official duedate, when she will arrive is anyone’s guess. I have already started my maternity leave (technically short-term disability) and I won’t deny that I am a little impatient to be able to hold our little girl in my arms instead of in my belly.

 

I am planning to be as all-natural as possible, so I don’t want to be induced and I don’t want pain meds … but even if things with the birth don’t happen the way I would like, at the end of the day sometime not to long from now we get to meet this little girl and that is exciting.

 

(aside: once she has arrived we will welcome visitors in the hospital or the fortress …. It is impossible to tell how parenthood will change us, but I don’t anticipate that it will make us stop wanting to hang out with people)

Monday, July 18, 2011

Sunday, July 18, 2010

The times on leadership

"Recent research on status and power suggests that brashness, entitlement and ego are essential components for any competent leader, the precursor to ascent and its spoils; they are the traits that provide the seedbed for risk-taking and a soft place to land when some of those risks go wrong. Yes, there are reasons to be an impatient, over-the-top boss — to a point.

For all their professed suspicion of authority, people crave hierarchy and tend to cede authority precisely to those individuals who want to take the reins. In studies of group behavior, it is usually the overconfident, outspoken individuals who take on leadership roles. "


NYTimes

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Times critics have mastered

The Times critics have mastered the art of slowly transforming a compliment into a brutal blast.

Monday, June 21, 2010

fearing success

Today has unearthed a fear that I suspect has long been a part of the make up of my heart. I am afraid of success. I fear getting my way because somehow (in my ego that has an unbalanced inflation) I am afraid that I manipulated the situation to 'get my way' at the expense of the overall good.

I don't really have this fear with failure. For some reason I have a pretty comfortable grasp on God's sovereignty over my failures and that if he thwarts my will it is for the good of his purposes both in my life and the kingdom in general. Somewhere along the way I got a strange disconnect that doesn't acknowledge God's equal sovereignty over any 'success' I find. His sovereignty isn't just a comfort in the junky times, his purposes WILL stand.

I am neither good NOR bad enough to thwart his will, just like I am not bad enough to be beneath his saving power or good enough not to need it. That sort of power does not exist in human grasp.

I can't say for sure what this silly disconnect reveals about me, other than again highlighting that my view of God can be too little, my understanding of his love to juvenile and my perception of my ability to out maneuver him completely inflated.

Interestingly enough a reggae talked how "he's got the whole world in his hands" at work today. And this afternoon I am reading Psalm 4 which reminds the reader to "Offer right sacrifices and put your trust in the Lord" and ends with a picture of peace in the midst of hardship (even perhaps the hardship of having what you wanted).

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Even When Monet is playing

Even When Monet is playing with her blocks she is making stories. Proof of the innate relationalism of girls I guess

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The moments when a summer

The moments when a summer thunder storm is brewing are my favorites.

Friday, June 11, 2010

process joy

I have a confession for you – buried deep within me there lurks a closet perfectionist. Even if you are fairly close to me – you may have never noticed her. She often hides behind my laziness so that she can’t be seen, but from the shadows she often whispers like thunder about all of the things I am not precisely good enough at. She tries to paralyze me with her mummers.

Since I am very human she has a large arsenal of things to chose from, because like everyone around me I never get anything perfect (which is something you have surely noticed even if you only know me through the interweb). What I have learned though is that as I find joy in the process it is harder to care about her observations – no matter may be.

As I am working on this quilt, learning all sorts of things about what I should do differently next time I am finding this process joy. I can see the ways in which my layout is weak and needed more finesse – more forethought. I can see how I really should have taken a lot more time in the very fist step of cutting and early piecing. I can see how irregular and unshapely my quilting stitches are. But this is how we learn, how we grow. We push past our early attempts laced with ignorance so that if flashes of brilliance break through we are in a position to embrace them.

But I can not live my life waiting for those flashes of brilliance that may never come. I can embrace the joys of the process. When you look at life as a whole, process is really all you can do to much with. God is still in the business of managing the final product of our life – and even if you don’t want to deal with God you can’t deny the fact that our lives end in death and our life was the processes of getting there.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Grilled cheese with pickles and

Grilled cheese with pickles and honey mustard YUM!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

calling and permission

I love going to weddings, especially for the people in my life who I know have spent more time planning for their marriage than for the wedding day.

All of the excitement. The unique expressions of their love and commitment to one another. The beauty and the fellowship with friends.

I also really love hearing what the pastor has to say during the commissioning. Usually I can't remember all the good nuggets of stuff (I always feel a little uncomfortable whipping out a handy dandy notebook to jot stuff down) but one thing that was said at the wedding I went to on Friday (congrats to Sarah and Micheal - hope you are having many happy honeymoon moments) really struck me.


The pastor told Sarah that her calling came from God but her permission to pursue it comes from her husband. Any feminist reading this is probably disgusted, heck if I had been in a slightly grouchy mood I wouldn't have liked it either but since I wasn't in such a mood I was able to appreciate the freedom in what was said. Yes we are accountable first and foremost to God but since God's word makes it pretty clear that spouses are meant to be one flesh it is illogical to think that he would lead the members of this one flesh in a way that tore them apart so in submitting the details of how we pursue our calling to each other we can help avoid doing good things that are destructive to our lives together.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Lest anyone think too much of my angst - you should know I am better now. I made the deadline, I don't have high hopes but at least I put myself out there (and really that is half the battle). The dishes remain untouched but the promise of free chick-fil-A lurks in my future.

If you want to see the pieces I chose - go take a look.

What Endures


Touching Autumn


Spring Break

melancholy procrastination (the things I hear when I am alone)

I am sitting here.

I should be doing dishes. Or getting a photo ready. I want to forget that the deadline is in 3 hours. I don’t want to actually enter. I just want to be able to extend the myth that I am somehow an artist.

But even with the pieces in mind I would rather let doubt paralyze me. Am I lazy or just afraid of the effort?

I have no rational thing to fear, I seldom do (unless it is window shattering ninjas) that is perfectly normal. I just don’t want to do what I should. Every fiber of my being screams against it.

I don’t want to post this, to type, or even admit it. I know that if I do it creates license for those that love me to try and push me toward doing the things I fear.

Maybe it would. Maybe it wouldn’t.

I would like to use the dishes as an excuse. I would like to use a swimming date as an excuse. Instead I sit here, a little emotional, accomplishing nothing. Resolving nothing. Making mental lists of what I should do. The order I need to complete things in. These lists are always my out because making lists keeps me from accomplishing them.

I will start with aloe. Seems as good a place as any.

Better than contemplating how I have again crafted a situation where each choice makes me a failure to someone, or something.


I guess my title is only half accurate - since alone is not truly possible even when it may feel that way. And I guess my failures aren't as important in the grand scheme as I would like to think they are.

But again I need to stop. Do.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Contra dancing is on for

Contra dancing is on for July 31. Do whatever you need to do to be able to come. Believe me it is AMAZING.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

I love RH and it

I love RH and it is good to be home but I miss Nyc so much I can taste it

Thursday, May 27, 2010

I am petrified that something

I am petrified that something will go amiss and interfere with the trip. This is the first just-for-fun trip Ive had. Ever.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

"The light bulbs are hanging

"The light bulbs are hanging out with the unicorns both frolicking somewhere I cant find" JV

Employers who make you work

Employers who make you work earlier than dawns-buttcrack should at least have music that doesnt make you want to go back to sleep.

Monday, May 24, 2010

My first attempt at gravy. Here goes nothing.

I love getting to go

I love getting to go to Weddings but I hate having to ask off and watch my bosses headache

Sunday, May 23, 2010

In lieu of year old

In lieu of year old freezer cake we had cake batter Icecream after the yummy flautas a la Chris