I may be posting this just to break the habit of not posting... But I am determined to say something honest: I hope that this baby routine settles in and I start to squeeze in time for legitimate writing and blogging.
We are moving to a new house in exactly two weeks, and I've finally accepted that I have to pack about 100 boxes in that time. (To be fair, Nick will do the majority, but I will complain the most and take the most credit.) I've been given many warnings of "Don't overdo it," "No heavy lifting," and "You have to think of the baby." No problem! I need more encouragement to actually start this task than to avoid it! I've been successfully avoiding it for weeks.
I did some research on finding motivation to pack up the house. Isn't internet research the procrastinator's best friend? My favorite bits of advice (useful enough to write down) were obvious, but they filled up a page in my notebook and helped me waste a little time. The real motivator is designating my rewards for each little bit of packing: filling one box, filling a garbage bag, filling a bag for donation, and filling a box of books to sell.
I feel like I have an opportunity to demystify and unscarify one of my biggest concerns about this endeavor: being diabetic and pregnant.
I won’t begin to try to explain the difference between Type 1, Type 2, and gestational diabetes, or the risks they cause in pregnancy. It is enough to say I have Type 2, and have been schooled for years by my endocrinologist I would need insulin if I got pregnant. I was only 3.5 weeks when I saw the Dr. and started insulin.
My diabetes has always been fairly well controlled, and I’ve been rather relaxed about it – taking my medicine, but eating what I feel like and not checking my blood sugar consistently. That changed in an instant. Now I check my blood sugar seven times a day and inject insulin four times a day. I have to really think about what I’m eating because I can see immediately what effect it has. If I’m doing my job, my blood sugar stays within the target range all day long, which I can only know by testing every time I’m supposed to.
Nick and I chose today to lift the embargo on the juiciest, most game-changing information in our lives:
WE ARE HAVING A BABY BEYER!!!
For weeks I have been barely able to speak to anyone, because what would I talk about if not this? Yes, the axis of the earth shifted to be centered directly through my womb. (For a tiny taste of what we were going through before EVERYTHING CHANGED you can read some private blogging I did here: annaseggdrop.blogspot.com )
So, with way more than a little effort on the part of at least a dozen people, the miracle of life occurred inside me, and revealed itself through many home pregnancy tests, blood tests, and panic attacks. At six weeks, we saw a heartbeat, which did not make Nick cry. (Allergies. Dry air.) At eight weeks, ultrasound showed an indecipherable peanut, and I could even hear the heartbeat. Now at 10 weeks (pictured above), we are all still cool, staying strong on a diet primarily made up of saltines and diet ginger ale.
This will be no su…
Poser: My life in twenty-three yoga posesClaire Dederer
I picked this book up from the clearance table at Book People, Austin, TX. (By the way, Nick and I will drive to Austin just to go to Book People and the record store across the street. We are hardcore book/record tourists.)
This was a spontaneous purchase, a book I had heard of when it first came out and vaguely considered reading. It proved to be one of those genuinely entertaining hipster memoirs that some of us like to think we can relate to. Even though some of us are not freelancing moms obsessed with yoga in the great northwest.
For sure, this book is not about yoga. I love yoga, but nothing here inspired me to do it any harder or more often. Really, yoga is just a device for Dederer to tie together stories of her childhood, maturing as an adult, and finding home. I think I use the word "compelling" a lot to describe books I like, but to me that feature is so important to the enjoyment of reading. I got th…
Nick and I are in the market for our first grown-up dining room table. I imagined something dark, heavy, and rustic (anything by George Nakashima). Nick would prefer "modern". Could we really find something to agree on? Well, yes, we agree on this unattainably obscure style in Atomic Ranch Magazine:
My challenge is to find a similar affordable option. I've found similar, but affordable is still up for grabs. Here are 5 awesome tables I would think twice about if they were suddenly 75% off.