a lot to say, and limited time

The time limitation is only due to my exhaustion. That’s it, just purely exhausted. I caught a nasty bug on the flight home from Boston, where I cuddled my adorable nephew and oohed and aahed over him, guessing who he looks like (our family’s side, of course!) and smelling his brand new baby head.

I returned home to a boy who missed me, a nearly three year old who now runs at me yelling “mommy!” in a way that is so sweet it makes my teeth hurt, then he clutches my thigh like he’s a hippie hugging the last standing Redwood. That clutch is something he’s never done before, not in the beginning stages of walking, or any of the times when babies are supposed to go through a clingy phase. So I like the clutching and the squealing Mommy and the hugs and the kisses.

Because I’ve been sick-ish with this nasty head cold, we have laid low the past week, and I work this weekend, so we didn’t do a whole lot today, though we did manage to walk down to a local festival called Digfest that is held at a newer area of Grandview, and just a few blocks away from our house. Typically this is where Simon and I drive by the construction site to ooh and aah over the forklift cranes and men in hardhats (that’s just him, I swear). They’re still developing that area, but so far there are a few good restaurants, my gym (a-hem, that I haven’t been to in WEEKS) and a nice hotel. They closed down one street and it was lined with local/Ohio wineries and breweries and even distilleries and eateries. You purchase 10 tickets for $10 and each “taste” is 1 ticket. Immediately after the (clearly inexperienced) volunteer swiped my card she said, “Oh my. I just charged you $100 instead of $10.” Oh. Oh. Um, I guess that’s fine?! I mean, it’s fine because it’s the middle of the month and not the end of the month and suddenly I’m checking my bank account balance to be sure there’s enough funds in there to cover the initial withdrawal and thankfully there is, and she’s running around looking for help in her free Columbus Digfest t-shirt that was crisp and new. It was fine, they gave me the balance of what they owed me in cash, and now I am RICH because I never have cash. I wonder how many times I’ll go to Starbucks this week, thinking I have “extra money”. Oh well.

The Digfest itself was a bit too crowded for Gabe’s liking. The wineries didn’t have long lines, but the beer stations DID so he wasn’t all that thrilled with the event. Once we got some ribs and macaroni and cheese in him, he was a little more pleasant. A friend of ours’ also joined us for the event. It was good to reconnect with her and Simon just loved showing off for her as he went to his first “rock and roll show”. There was a stage and a band playing, so he was very excited about that. Of course when we TALK about things like this, it’s all excitement but when we’re THERE he won’t let me put him down and is very, painfully shy. He did enjoy the music, though I had to dance like an idiot with a 40 pound toddler on my hip in my work clothes vying for another sip of that mead stuff I caught a swig of with one of my ten tickets.

There’s a big stretch of green grass there at this place, grass that is new and soft and fluffy. Another toddler was running around with his shoes off and Simon asked me- “Can I take off my shoes?” Now normally I would say no- but I just feel so bad for the kid. Our backyard is all weeds. I’m just WAITING for the minute he steps on one of the 100 bees that pollinate the 100s of white clovers in our backyard. So when there’s a chance for him to run on soft green grass that isn’t laden with dog shit I say, “Do it, boy.” And he ran and ran and ran until his hair was red and sweaty and he was covered in dirt  from head to toe.

Needless to say the Rock and Roll show was a hit, and he didn’t want to leave at all but somehow we convinced him. And he didn’t get to bed until 10pm. There is visible dirt under his toenails and all I did was wipe his face off with a wet wipe and put him to bed because MOM IS TIRED after working all day, then walking then festival-ing and gosh I’m tired just typing this.

So it was a good evening, and this wasn’t even half of all I wanted to write down tonight but my fingers are getting slower and my eyelids are getting droopy so I’ll hope I get time to share more of our not-that-exciting-life with you another time soon.


Well, for only having one real weekend day

We did cram a lot into it! Sunday the researchers came and that was a short but hilarious experience.  Gabe and I were taken by two separate researchers into different areas of the apartment (Gabe took his to his man-lair of course) and we were asked to go over our Time Diaries and do a few more exercises separately. We basically had to rate our investments in certain things like Social Life, Parenting, Spouse/Partner, Other, Work, etc. I had to do it for now, and how I imagine it will be after the baby. Then I had to guess what I think Gabe’s “investments” are now and later for the baby. That was kind of fun.

Then they set up a few chairs and a video camera and gave us each a sheet of paper with “problems” on it that most people in relationships encounter. They included: money, work, in-laws, drugs/alcohol, pregnancy, sex, communication, etc. We had to rate them (separately without discussing) on a scale from 0-10 of “how big of a problem” each one was. Well…I didn’t like this to begin with because I don’t see this things as problems so much as issues and already I don’t like the terminology. I start writing my “issues” down…and Gabe does his. At the end we’re asked to write down/fill in two additional problems that we’ve most recently argued about…and I wrote in Videogames (as did he) and then we were asked to pick one and discuss it on camera for 10 minutes.  I mentioned that we don’t often get to discuss these things so it was probably good that they came over. We discussed the videogaming- “she gets mad cuz that’s all I do” and I said, “but I realize that he can’t do it later when the baby gets here so I feel bad about it but don’t understand how someone can spend that much time playing” and he said, “I do spend a lot of time playing and it is excessive but once the baby comes it won’t happen so…” so halfway through this discussion I peek at Gabe’s paper and all of his “problems” are listed as Moderate to Moderate-to severe. I laughed and said, “I wrote all of ours’ as slight problems”….so I finally filled in the second blank with Gabe’s Negative Attitude as being the second thing that I view as a Problem in our relationship (even though it’s only a slight problem).

All in all this exercise made me feel pretty good about our relationship. We laughed about it and I thought- boy we don’t have as many problems as I thought. That’s good news.

Then they (researchers) wanted us to role-play and Gabe was all- “Awesome!” until we realized that we’re supposed to play with a baby doll pretending that it’s the first time we’re seeing/bringing our baby home. The researcher pulls the baby out of the bag, puts it in a Moses basket and lays it in front of us….all still on camera mind you. The babydoll DOESN’T HAVE A FACE. I can’t pretend with this. I pick up the baby (trying to fake it) and look at Gabe and say, “It’s a bag of rice dressed up in pajamas without a face…” I couldn’t bring myself to pretend this was my baby. If my baby were born without a face I would probably have the same reaction.. Then it was Gabe’s turn to play with the baby and he was super awesome at faking it. I asked him, “How are you doing that? IT doesn’t have a face?!” and he said (smiling) “It’s because I’m just a better actor than you.” HA- not likely but whatever.

After that weirdness they had us sign a waiver and handed us $40 and left. Pretty awesome, right?

So after that we went to Target and got our extension cords and other random stuff that we needed around the house. And after THAT we went to the Jazz and Ribs festival downtown and had a really nice day down there. The weather was great, it wasn’t super crowded and it was the perfect little spot of downtown to have the festival- right near the water of the lovely (though filthy) river.

I am officially ugly-pregnant. Here are some pictures.

wow we got fat
wow we got fat
Perhpas this is why?
Perhpas this is why?
There's a riverfront in Columbus, kind of.
There's a riverfront in Columbus, kind of.
Gorgeous day and lemonade
Gorgeous day and lemonade

So that was that. We walked all over creation down at the Ribs fest, and took ribs home with us for leftovers. I swear we walked for miles. Then we got ice cream and walked around at Antrim Park. I’m trying to walk as much as possible. Walk walk walk. Even though I’m probably not walking as far or as long as I’d like to think, it certainly seems like I’m walking forever. With a baby head dangling between my legs. That’s what it feels like. But we continue to walk.

Last night we went to Babies R Us to pick up some things that we needed – Infant Gas Drops, strange but apparently necessary breastfeeding accessories I didn’t know existed, swaddler blankets, one of those baby-sack things, and a diaper changing caddy to keep downstairs so we don’t have to haul the baby and/or diaper stuff up and down the steps everytime he needs changed. It’s very cute. We also found (miraculously) this foot stool/foot warmer thing that easily fits under the crib and is PERFECT for our rocker in the baby room. It’s just a little mound of cushion to push off of, but it was on clearance and it has little pockets to put your feet in so they don’t get cold while you’re sitting there. It’s really neat. So that was fun.

And this morning, I got on a fellow pregnant friend Ria’s blog and realize — SHE HAD HER BABY!!! Hooray for Ria! He’s beautiful and I’m so happy for her. This made me realize, that holy shit I’m probably next. Wowza.

Monday is my birthday and it’s so un-fun-sounding this year. I mean, what am I going to do? Eat more? Awesome. No drinks, no fancy dinners, no looking cute and getting people to buy you drinks, etc.  But my friend Carie may be having a bon fire at her house Friday to celebrate our birthdays together  and fulfill my craving for S’MORES since we couldn’t go camping/cabrewing this year. Next year maybe…next year…

But oh yea I’ll probably have a freaking baby soon. Whoa….

Dear Thumbkin,

Well, you’re getting enormous. My co-workers can see you through my shirt at work as you wiggle around in there and try to make extra room. It really grosses out my friend Mandy, but most things relating to human reproduction do so that’s not a problem.

It has been perhaps the most beautiful summer I’ve ever experienced in Ohio. It’s reminded me of the summer I spent in London 3 years ago- with big fluffy white clouds, a nice breeze and we haven’t had to turn on the air but for 2 weeks all summer. It makes me think that the weather being this nice is for me for some reason…since you’re coming and all- a celebration or “favor” from the Universe or God or Whoeveryouthinkcontrolstheweather.

Everything is a go- meaning, we have everything ready for you. Carseat, swing, bedding’s washed, diapers, everything is DONE. I have a sneaking suspicion you’re Done cooking in there too, because you’re spending an awful lot of time playing around in there- dawdling. No dawdling! Come out and meet us! We have so much to do- like get ready for football season and then halloween (we’re going to dress you up) and then Thanksgiving and Christmas….and showing you off and staring at your face for hours on end and taking endless amounts of digital photographs and forgetting to print them and wondering what you’ll be “into” someday, if it’s dinosaurs or pirates or outer space or dolls. It can be dolls- I don’t care. I just want to know who you are so get here already!!!

I love you but am firmly asking you to please LISTEN TO MY WORDS and come out. We’ll have much more fun, I swear. Your dad’s even getting anxious to meet you- though I think he’s going to be disappointed by the dieting that comes along with it.

I can’t wait to meet you. Remember, my birthday’s next week…..

love you,