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Our baby has HAIR! I don't know why this strikes me as the most exciting detail ever. But I made the doc go back to the frame on the ultrasound where he'd mentioned it and show me where on the back of her scalp was the hair. She's hairy! How cute is that?
(Oddly, this time he said, "Oh good, you're finally starting to gain some weight."
I said, "Haven't I been gaining weight pretty steadily?"
He read off my weights by appointment, and said, "See? At the beginning you were only gaining a little bit between appointments." Sure, whatever, Doc.
He also said, "Be careful, you've gained the total that you should gain for the entire pregnancy." But he said it the way I'd say, "You've got an A average. Be careful to study for the final exam!" As though women usually didn't gain any weight in their third trimester and he had total confidence that I would achieve this nonsense. There was no judgemental lecturing.
And then we chatted about holidays and returning to work, and my weight gain was just not given the import of last time.)
This morning, while sleeping through the news on the radio, I dreamed of Gaza and being in a bombed apartment building full of people I knew, and screaming at them that they had to come back with me (to Israel), but they all had various principles by which they would not budge. I was terrified. I'm still having phantom dream chills. This whole attack on the Palestinians is just so gut-wrenchingly sad.
I would like to take a place setting to school, with some dish soap, and never set foot in the nasty, airplane bathroom sized, dishes sitting on stove, dishes sitting in water, food decomposing in water with the dishes for days, sink drains clogged with mushy food remnants, stale smelling kitchen in our building ever again. I think this dream is highly achievable. Aim low, kiddos!
I explained to Jammies about anatomy last night. Just as the baby's belly button is hooked up to my belly button, her anus is hooked up to my backdoor, as well. So all those unexpected bursts of butt air are really straight from the baby. I'm just the messenger. Also I told him that it smells like strawberries anyway, but sometimes he is so thick-headed.
(Oddly, this time he said, "Oh good, you're finally starting to gain some weight."
I said, "Haven't I been gaining weight pretty steadily?"
He read off my weights by appointment, and said, "See? At the beginning you were only gaining a little bit between appointments." Sure, whatever, Doc.
He also said, "Be careful, you've gained the total that you should gain for the entire pregnancy." But he said it the way I'd say, "You've got an A average. Be careful to study for the final exam!" As though women usually didn't gain any weight in their third trimester and he had total confidence that I would achieve this nonsense. There was no judgemental lecturing.
And then we chatted about holidays and returning to work, and my weight gain was just not given the import of last time.)
This morning, while sleeping through the news on the radio, I dreamed of Gaza and being in a bombed apartment building full of people I knew, and screaming at them that they had to come back with me (to Israel), but they all had various principles by which they would not budge. I was terrified. I'm still having phantom dream chills. This whole attack on the Palestinians is just so gut-wrenchingly sad.
I would like to take a place setting to school, with some dish soap, and never set foot in the nasty, airplane bathroom sized, dishes sitting on stove, dishes sitting in water, food decomposing in water with the dishes for days, sink drains clogged with mushy food remnants, stale smelling kitchen in our building ever again. I think this dream is highly achievable. Aim low, kiddos!
I explained to Jammies about anatomy last night. Just as the baby's belly button is hooked up to my belly button, her anus is hooked up to my backdoor, as well. So all those unexpected bursts of butt air are really straight from the baby. I'm just the messenger. Also I told him that it smells like strawberries anyway, but sometimes he is so thick-headed.