It's only a few seconds long because he's camera shy, so you'll just have to imagine him doing it for an entire song.
Baby Hoedown from Sarah Y. on Vimeo.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
On our way
Wednesday, Todd and I went in for an ultrasound to confirm a pregnancy that has
already made itself very well known (what with the nausea and the
vomiting and the nausea and the HUNGER and the zzzzzz....wha, I'm sorry, I must
have dozed off again). To our immense relief, everything looks good. I am
currently eight weeks pregnant, with a baby who should be born around August
21st.
The miscarriage has been on my mind quite a bit as the phantom due date approached. As we walked into the doctor's office on Wednesday, all I could think about was the moment I realized that short pregnancy was over, the one frozen second of time before everything stopped making sense. I was terrified we'd experience it again, and I honestly couldn't fathom what my reaction would be if we did. I've been on edge since the first positive pregnancy test, but Wednesday was a whole new level of anxiety. I was shaking the entire time we were waiting and on the way back to the room. The technician was trying make small talk, and I had to fight to unclench my teeth to answer her. I don't know what expression I had on my face, but she realized very quickly that we needed to get the ultrasound over with as soon as possible.
Then there was our baby, and the sound of his heartbeat, and it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen or heard.
The doctor was very pleased with the sonogram. The heartbeat is nice and high - 171 beats per minute - and everything seems to be good for now. The only hiccup is my hormone levels, while not currently low, aren't rising as fast as he'd like. I finished up another round of blood testing today, and if they're still dawdling, he might put me on some supplements. It's not the 100% healthy "go forth and grow a baby" proclamation I was looking for, but immensely better than the last time, so I'll take it.
So, yeah. Baby #2 is on the way. I'm still nervous as hell (the blissful naiveté of pregnancy #1 is LONG GONE), but so far things look okay. Let's just keep our fingers crossed until August, hmkay?
The miscarriage has been on my mind quite a bit as the phantom due date approached. As we walked into the doctor's office on Wednesday, all I could think about was the moment I realized that short pregnancy was over, the one frozen second of time before everything stopped making sense. I was terrified we'd experience it again, and I honestly couldn't fathom what my reaction would be if we did. I've been on edge since the first positive pregnancy test, but Wednesday was a whole new level of anxiety. I was shaking the entire time we were waiting and on the way back to the room. The technician was trying make small talk, and I had to fight to unclench my teeth to answer her. I don't know what expression I had on my face, but she realized very quickly that we needed to get the ultrasound over with as soon as possible.
Then there was our baby, and the sound of his heartbeat, and it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen or heard.
The doctor was very pleased with the sonogram. The heartbeat is nice and high - 171 beats per minute - and everything seems to be good for now. The only hiccup is my hormone levels, while not currently low, aren't rising as fast as he'd like. I finished up another round of blood testing today, and if they're still dawdling, he might put me on some supplements. It's not the 100% healthy "go forth and grow a baby" proclamation I was looking for, but immensely better than the last time, so I'll take it.
So, yeah. Baby #2 is on the way. I'm still nervous as hell (the blissful naiveté of pregnancy #1 is LONG GONE), but so far things look okay. Let's just keep our fingers crossed until August, hmkay?
Monday, January 4, 2010
New Year
Today after lunch, I opened up TWO empty fortune cookies. I'm not sure how to
take that.
So far, 2010 is shaping up to be one hell of an eventful year. To start it off right, we're moving this Friday to a rental home, to await the completion of our new house (an event that, at this point, is scheduled for sometime between pigs learning the secret of self-propelled air travel and the Second Coming of Christ). I'd planned on being Not Here when the actual moving of furniture and boxes went down, instead fleeing to Tennessee with Micah to hang out with my mother. But now they're forecasting snow for Thursday, and Todd's down with a hockey-injured shoulder, and it's looking more and more likely that I'll have to be involved with the insanity after all.
Micah kicked off the New Year with a resounding splatter when he horked all over our hotel room in Montgomery. I swear, we'd cut him off hours earlier, but that baby just can't hold his liquor. Oh, I kid - it's all part of his New Year's Resolution to barf over as many items as possible every morning between 6 and 7 AM, a resolution he has faithfully upheld for three days now. You have to applaud his resolve. Also, his unerring aim.
I'm looking forward to next Friday, when hopefully we'll be settled in to the rental house, the child will have stopped barfing, my PE application will be in and accepted, and I'll have time to pull down some of the many photos I took over Christmas. Oh, and sleep. Yes, I'm looking forward to that.
So far, 2010 is shaping up to be one hell of an eventful year. To start it off right, we're moving this Friday to a rental home, to await the completion of our new house (an event that, at this point, is scheduled for sometime between pigs learning the secret of self-propelled air travel and the Second Coming of Christ). I'd planned on being Not Here when the actual moving of furniture and boxes went down, instead fleeing to Tennessee with Micah to hang out with my mother. But now they're forecasting snow for Thursday, and Todd's down with a hockey-injured shoulder, and it's looking more and more likely that I'll have to be involved with the insanity after all.
Micah kicked off the New Year with a resounding splatter when he horked all over our hotel room in Montgomery. I swear, we'd cut him off hours earlier, but that baby just can't hold his liquor. Oh, I kid - it's all part of his New Year's Resolution to barf over as many items as possible every morning between 6 and 7 AM, a resolution he has faithfully upheld for three days now. You have to applaud his resolve. Also, his unerring aim.
I'm looking forward to next Friday, when hopefully we'll be settled in to the rental house, the child will have stopped barfing, my PE application will be in and accepted, and I'll have time to pull down some of the many photos I took over Christmas. Oh, and sleep. Yes, I'm looking forward to that.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Or maybe paint chips?
Every year one of our vendors sends all our environmental personnel a pizza from Gino's East in Chicago. Every year I seriously debate intercepting the shipment and claiming all the pizzas as my own. This year's offering came in this morning, and now all I can think about is pizza. Omnomnomnomnom.
Yesterday we had some bigwigs from the company we're merging with visiting our office. There were some pretty specific rules of conduct, as listed at the staff meeting the day before:
No burping
No farting
No cussing
No pets
No butt crack
No crack
No cussing
No nose-picking
No cell phones
No cussing
No yelling
No booze (unless you bring enough for everyone)
It goes without saying that the mere fact these were listed at the staff meeting - and not entirely tongue-in-cheek, either - explains why I love my workplace so damn much.
I'm proud to say that I think we all conducted ourselves in a mostly professional manner (I did let out one loud squawk while imitating "Stumpy the Christmas Vulture" but it went largely unnoticed). I hope our visitors left thinking what a fantastic asset we'll be, and not, "holy shit, do they do engineering work or do they sit around all day and eat glue?"
Yesterday we had some bigwigs from the company we're merging with visiting our office. There were some pretty specific rules of conduct, as listed at the staff meeting the day before:
No burping
No farting
No cussing
No pets
No butt crack
No crack
No cussing
No nose-picking
No cell phones
No cussing
No yelling
No booze (unless you bring enough for everyone)
It goes without saying that the mere fact these were listed at the staff meeting - and not entirely tongue-in-cheek, either - explains why I love my workplace so damn much.
I'm proud to say that I think we all conducted ourselves in a mostly professional manner (I did let out one loud squawk while imitating "Stumpy the Christmas Vulture" but it went largely unnoticed). I hope our visitors left thinking what a fantastic asset we'll be, and not, "holy shit, do they do engineering work or do they sit around all day and eat glue?"
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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