Thank you all for the very many good wishes for my birthday and our other big news. Several of you asked the same questions, so I’m going to try to answer those. If I miss them feel free to ask again, since I am tired and will probably miss some.
- What are the details?
Several of you asked this, and we’re not really sure what you all mean by this. Here are some pieces of information which you might wish to know: EDD is October 12; it didn’t take long to conceive; planned home birth; no, we’re not finding out the sex. - How is Brooke’s pregnancy so far?
Fine, now that she’s not spending a bajillion hours a day in the car. She had only mild nausea in the first trimester, and heartburn has been intermittent. She’s less tired than she was before 14 weeks, but she’s still pretty easily wiped out. - Is this the Big Secret?
The actual Big Secret took place in October of 2006, so this genuinely confuses me. I did a search on the word “secret” for this blog, and the last mention is a year ago this month, and it talks about our move. The answer to this is no. This isn’t the Big Secret.
What else? I went to NYC for the workshop. It was fine overall. A friend met me at the hotel Wednesday night and bought me a glass of wine (thank you!). I did dinner on Thursday night at Klong, which I totally, totally recommend, especially the Steamed Banana Stuffed with Sweet Sticky Rice and Topped with Coconut ice Cream. Get that.
The workshop itself was okay. I didn’t get a great deal out of it, but it will serve me in a few ways. My employer is glad I went. I brought along a hand pump and expressed a couple of times a day, but since I had given up on pumping prior to leaving, I was still not able to get a letdown. Ultimately, that was just fine.
Leaving on Friday was a bit of a challenge. It was 50 degrees and rainy in Manhattan, so I got a cab to LGA a little early, figuring that waiting longer would only make the trip longer, plus time at check in and security, and what was there to do, anyway? I spent six hours at the airport, all told, before we finally left. Then the head rest on the airplane had some kind of hair product all over it. Then the jet ramp couldn’t connect to the plane, and we had to deplane via the stairs in the back. It was 11:30 at night, Central. I had been in heels for 14 hours and awake for 16. I had someone else’s head on my hair. I had not pumped since 7am Eastern.
I walked in the new place at 12:01, and I had to shower. I crawled into bed and woke Sanna up to nurse, something I haven’t done since she was a newborn. For a few moments, she just nuzzled me and murmured, but it became clear pretty quickly that she was just plumb asleep.
At 4:30, I woke up to Sanna vomiting. Everyone got out of bed, wiped up, sheet changed, and back in. Before nursing back to sleep, Sanna jumped on the bed, happy as a clam. 6:30: same thing. And we were up for the day.
We were supposed to be at my dad’s place, as he is turning 60 tomorrow (his name is Bob, and he reads the blog; feel free to leave birthday wishes here), and there was a gathering scheduled with my brother, SIL, niece, and nephew. But there was no more barf, and everyone was happy, so we did laundry, packed up, and left. The gathering was really, really nice. Brooke, my SIL, and I took the kids to a park where we fed geese, played on the playground, and watched goslings. We met my brother and dad back at the house and grilled while the kids played.
Can I just tell you how nice it was to have a smart 5-year-old around? Our niece kept tabs on her little brother and on Sanna, feeding them cheese and telling us when they were getting into things. It made the day so relaxing to know that there were even more eyes on my kid.
This morning, Sanna and Brooke stayed home. Kiddo is sick: After getting washed and dressed, she laid down on the bed and watched us get ourselves ready for the day. This is the kid who usually spends her mornings chasing cats, jumping on beds, and driving her cars around. Here’s to hoping Sanna feels better soon.
