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Friday, October 27, 2006

Things change everyday


Sunny and warm day with light breeze. I feel introspective today. As if I have no use for words because they do not really convey what I feel . So I am quiet but it is amazing and irritating when speech is necessary to say "yes" or "not now". There is no denying that with pregnancy comes a spiraling web of emotions that can at times blow my mind. An intensity of all things with insights of which I have deliberately put aside wrong or right distinctions. I just want to feel. Some people are so scared of feeling. Others use thinking. However, the body is no fool and responds to feelings all the time. Feelings are the undercurrent of bodily intelligence.


As part of prenatal ritual, exams and monthly blood tests are called for. Blood draws are invariability a right of passage for some phlebotemists after succeeding to get a specimen from me. I almost treat the process as a cosmic prank of sorts as the technician looks with furrowed eyebrows at my wrists and hands. I am thin with constriction at my elbows which makes the usual point of entry of blood draws out of the question. So today I watched as a very focused technician swabbed my wrists and looked around, sighed, and went to get another technician. I knew before hand she was going to do that. I felt a sense of anxiety in her finger tips. They were too tentative. I took a deep breath and told her not to worry, she will draw my blood the next time. I do not want to hurt you" she said. I laughed and said she beat my three try rule (which is also the average number of blood draws it took before I started using magnets) but next time we will see.


The next technician came and said he was a one stick man. That is all we need I thought and I knew it would be. He took out 7 tubes of different sizes of blood vials. I am always amazed at how they know what tube size would satisfy a test. As I looked at my collection I though this is going to be interesting, and hoped I drank enough water. After a couple of heat packs and the usual tapping, a brave vein complied with only one stick. Another fringe benefit of my pregnancy is my increased blood volume. Pretty wonderful :) . As I watched the blood collect in the tubes I thought about the information it contained. All the nutrients it is carrying to my cells and Chickens, and I said a quiet daimoku to bless it. Bright red. My favorite color. With all 7 tubes filled and feeling lightheaded for a minute we left to eat lunch at Whole Foods.


By this time I feel like a waddling goose because the baby has shifted to my left side which always makes me feel like I have beach ball in my abdomen. I want to describe this feeling because it so amazing. Image there is a bulge on your right side. Is hard and roundish. Then there is gurgling feeling with maybe some fluttering with movement, and then the bulge is on the left side of your lower belly. It's so trippy. How does the baby find the space?


By the time I got home I felt a burst of energy and visited some friends in my building I had been meaning to see for awhile. I came home and Nick said to me we should see as many movies as we can in the theater before the baby comes, or we might forget what its like to go. I agree.


Sigh. I'm yarning. I will end the blog here. Sleep is engulfing me. That is another thing I have noticed in my pregnancy. Transitions between energy states is very short. Bye-bye.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Baby'R' Us

Another beautiful day in Northern California. Me & hubby did a lot today. We finished our baby registry at Baby 'R'Us. Gosh that store is a trip. This was my second time there to finish registering and met two new mothers like me who were totally overwhelmed. LOL. So much stuff brightly decorated that truly when you get down to it is not essential, but I had so much fun looking and imaging what is a mother to do? Nick , ever vigilent dad, put his foot down at the umpteenth blue onesie though. He picked out a sweet purple jumpsuit but we both agreed the stitching "little princess" on the chest was too obviously unexcuseable. We put it back and picked out an adorable yellow jumpsuit with pink flowers and ribbons. We looked at each other and laughed because one of these days our little chicken (that is our name for him right now) is going to be photographed in a dress.

As I listen to glorious Prince, I bemoan the constrained color palatte for our baby boys. Well, I guess that's what sewing machines are for, not that I am going to have the time to sew anything though.

Chicken loves to kick and move at night. I'll never forget October 7th, 2006 the first time I felt him kick. Wow. It felt like a frog jumped up and down in my abdomen. If I was not laying down I would have gotten into bed just to be still. Words can not do justice to how mind blowing the moment is. How truly sublime life...this life is, and I get to carry it. Since then my little one tap dances mostly at night. I am sure he likes my joy of music and the lightness it brings me. When I listen to my music I imagine myself dancing and I sing the lyrics and I know he is in tune with my joy. I have started visualizing dancing with him in my arms and singing to him, like right now we are enjoying Jessica Simpsons' redition of "Take My Breath Away". And he taps his feet ever so gently. So sweet.

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