Author: theogeo
Cats. Typefaces. Bad jokes.
holidays
Seeing stars
And so begins my attempt to get off my ass, get showered, and go into the world and watch people blow shit up. You’d think that’d be the greatest motivator of all. Alas.
pregnancy the family
Modern medicine
Last night my dad told me my grandmother’s dog Jake had been hit and killed by a car. This isn’t an uncommon thing where I’m from; the dogs are free to roam all over the farm and they chase cars speeding by on the highway when they get bored. It’s frustrating but that’s how it’s been my whole life. I called Grandmaw to check on her and see how she was doing. Jake was her…
pregnancy
Week twenty-one
I’m a day late with this post. No time yesterday but today I’m convalescing and trying to get over a sinus infection, so I’m here at home, stressing out over my to-do list and shoving toilet paper up my nose. Bleh. I’ve made lots of phone calls today to try and put a dent in the things I need to take care of, only to be stymied at every turn. To console myself, I have…
photography poetry
An overused quote, but one I think of often
Risk And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to Blossom. — Anaïs Nin
dreams pregnancy
The latch
I had a dream about the baby last night. He was big and white and bald, and sitting in someone’s lap next to me, drinking from a bottle. I instantly began worrying that he was drinking formula, and wondering why he wasn’t in my lap, breastfeeding. Where had I been? How had I allowed him to have formula when the plan was to breastfeed exclusively? And so on. So I took him into my lap…
pregnancy
They tell you to enjoy it anyway, even though it might get taken away
This week the rollercoaster has not been terribly kind. Friday, just a couple of hours before I had to leave for work and just a few minutes after I published that last mopey post, I got a call from my midwife. She told me that the follow-up ultrasound we had mid-week had found a still-bright bowel (boo) but also — a new finding — a two-vessel cord. That means we’re being referred to a perinatologist…
relationships the family why am I telling you this?
Current status
Mere minutes from noon. I’ve finished my breakfast — scrambled eggs (with gouda!) and biscuits and coffee. I only get a few cups a week so I’ve decided to have them at home, where we use a grinder and a French press. I don’t care if it’s pretentious; it tastes infinitely better than the reheated Maxwell House sludge I end up with at work. Been feeling pretty crummy lately in the head region. Of course…
pregnancy
Week twenty
Here we are at the halfway mark. In some ways I can’t believe it’s here already, but then I remember how slowly the time passed early on, when I had to keep this delicious secret to myself. And while I’m still worried about the ultrasound issue (we had a follow-up yesterday and the bowel is still bright — although to my lay eyes not nearly bright as bone, which would indicate a more severe problem,…
pregnancy why am I telling you this?
Soft markers
I lovehate the internet. On the one hand, in ye golden olden days, my midwife would have uttered the words “echogenic bowel” to me and I would have had to carve out some time between milking the cows and hanging the pig guts to walk uphill both ways toward a library, inside which I’d pore over medical books carefully in dusty, neglected library aisles, wondering what the densely packed terms actually meant. And worrying. On…
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