My family was here days and days ago but it’s taken me this long to post pictures! My sister and nephews are hopefully coming up this week to meet the beebs, so that should be fun. My dad was already talking about getting the boy into Civil War re-enacting. I was like, Dad, he can’t even hold his head up yet! So we have quite a battle ahead of us.
This week Mom came to visit and went with us to our ultrasound on Monday and then our midwife visit on Tuesday. The ultrasound went well and things are still looking good. The darling progeny’s growth is right on track (he’s leek sized!) and they estimated his weight at 7 pounds, 10 ounces. Cord and placenta are still functioning well, heart rate is good, all his parts seem to be there (especially his ginormous cash…
I’m stealing a moment or two from the day to sit down and write, something I have less and less time for as the time marches onward. In a little bit I’ll head out to my eye doctor’s office for my annual prodding. It is a rare event when I go a full year without any degeneration of my sight; this year I’m feeling lucky and I think I might even get my glasses prescription…
Up early this Saturday morning. Coffee and a spoonful of peanut butter while I wait on some biscuits to brown. I’ve got the sprinkler running out back, trying to soak the beds and save the flowers from scorching even further. I don’t know how to fight for them in this relentless bastard heat. I am feeling content at the moment — a delicious concoction inspired by the quiet before the total chaos of what is…
There was a moment during today’s early morning ultrasound (big thanks to the Mid-South Maternal Fetal Medicine for squeezing us in at such a late notice) when I felt the bulk of worry lift off me. I squeezed Ray’s hands as the tech, who was so nice and so thorough, went organ by organ, noting how everything looked great, all of it right on track in size and function. That bright bowel the Flinn Clinic…
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…
I’ll be honest — I’ve had a couple of days now of nagging worry. Tuesday I slipped on a pair of pants that I was unable to button just last week and the dang things fit. I thought maybe it was a fluke so I tried on another pair and sure enough, it fit too. I mean, they fit OK but not awfully comfortably. The same thing happened Wednesday, I don’t know. I find it…
The bulge continues to embiggen and I find myself unable to stop touching it and feeling its contours when my mind wanders or I am walking somewhere. What, exactly, is in there? Better yet, who? These questions are as big as the universe right now. This weekend Ray’s mom and my mom and sister came to town to celebrate his graduation. The conversation, naturally, turned to babythings. My sister demanded that I would want an…
As the pickers rifle through dusty junk in dilapidated barns with corrugated metal roofs, I see an entire way of life that has all but evaporated.
Mom and Dad set me up with some “chrome” hubcabs for Christmas. (They are shiny plastic; I’m not insane.) I’ve been riding with two hubcaps for at least half a year now. Longer than that. I’ve lost three hubcaps over the years, replaced one. They are not cheap. But these beauties? Boy, don’t they shine. [Project 365]
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