Friday, May 29, 2009

Baby, finally

Thea Chance Nelson
Born on her due date, May 25th 2009 at 11pm after 24 hours of blood-splattered labor, gruesome and painful beyond words. She weighed in at 7 pounds, 6 ounces and measured 19 inches long. We are back home now and the memory of her birth has already become something else, something that feels euphoric and poignant. What a trick of biology.

At 11:15pm Clark sent out a text message to our parents announcing THERE IS A BABY. Yes, there is and she is the coolest thing I have ever seen.

Monday, May 18, 2009

39 Weeks

39 Weeks

I am one week from my due date. It seemed so far away and suddenly we are in the single digit days and I am sort of frantically packing a bag for the hospital which involves tearing the house apart which in turn is making me feel frantic. Every few minutes I stop and pant and flop face down over the arm of the couch in the basement where it is nice and cool, wherefrom I almost feel like I am laying on my stomach, my belly nestling in the negative space of the right angle and my feet up in the air so the exhaustion can drain out of my legs long enough for me to run around for five or ten minutes more. Repeat.

My hands and feet are suddenly puffy and my belly occasionally becomes noticeably lopsided. The baby prefers to nestle herself on my right side, never to the left, and sometimes as far up under my ribs as she can get.


I am tired of being pregnant. I stopped running about a week and a half ago because I can't find the enthusiasm to get trussed up just to go plodding cautiously along: a heartrate monitor, two sports bras, trying to find a shirt that will fit over my increasingly outrageous belly and the indignity of lacing up and tying not one, but TWO SHOES!

So now I am tired, and bored. Owen is napping at my feet, never straying more than a few feet away. The kitchen clock is ticking, flies are buzzing against the window screens above the sink. This pregnancy has been going on for years now.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Victory Dance

I got the news a couple days ago that I passed my certification test. Early in the morning I'd rolled over in bed to check the time on my phone and noticed that I had an email subjected "TEST RESULTS." My heart started chugging along painfully in my chest. After all, I have been waiting almost five weeks, hoping with that desperate certainty that if I don't pass now I'll never have the time or money or freedom to prepare for the test again. I opened the email and there was nothing about my result in the body, just expository text about the attached PDF file (agh). The PDF file took an entire 5 or 10 seconds to download (agh!) and at least 3 more seconds to open (AGH!) and then presented itself it tiny doll-sized font. AAGH!


Still, I am taking the precaution of not answering unidentified calls just in case they realize their mistake.


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