Girls only. Today’s weather is superb: blue sky, glorious sunshine and crisp breeze. A party of eight ladies were having lunch at Saffron today in celebration of my baby girl. Our boss is kind enough to put this lunch-out on the company’s tab. We had a fantastic time, great laugh and awesome food. Indian food was really spicing up the heat! We’re looking forward to many more pregnancy celebrations to come. Who’s next?
The "Middle Wife" by an Anonymous 2nd grade teacher
I've been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second grade classroom a few years back.
When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they're welcome.
Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater.
She holds up a snapshot of an infant. "This is Luke, my baby brother, and I'm going to tell you about his birthday."
"First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mom's stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord."
She's standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I'm trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her in amazement.
"Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying and going, 'Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!' Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. "She walked around the house for, like an hour, 'Oh, oh, oh!' (Now this kid is doing a hysterical duck walk and groaning.)
"My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn't have a sign on the car like the Domino's man. They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this." (Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall.)
"And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!" (This kid has her legs spread with her little hands miming water flowing away. It was too much!)
"Then the middle wife starts saying 'push, push,' and 'breathe, breathe'. They started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said it was from Mom's play-center, so there must be a lot of toys inside there."
Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat.
I'm sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, when it's show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another "Middle Wife" comes along.
Now you have two choices...laugh and close this page or pass this along to someone else to spread the laughs.
Live every day as if it is your LAST chance to make someone happy.
I woke up this morning to a April whiteout. Two inches of snow accumulation. Pretty, but weird. It feels like a white Christmas in December.
I got compliment of my new hair look in the office today. That's really sweet. Thanks to my funky hairdresser.
"You are the smallest pregnant woman I have ever seen", my coworker struck me with her opinion of my pregnant belly. I already feel bulky to move around with my size of bump. I can hardly imagine packing a couple of extra pounds to my bump.
During lunchtime, we experienced a blackout in the office. It could be the snowy weather that caused the power outage. After one and half hour of waiting for the power to be restored, we were finally sent home and called it a day. Whoray!
My hairdresser is a lady with short black hair and dark pinky red highlights, a strip of spiky hair in the middle - Mohawk style. Though, do not fool by her wild look. It's a disguise. She is the most sensible and patient hairdresser I have ever met. She tamed my long thick hair gently into a shoulder-length layered hair, thinning out the excess thickness and creating layering of hairs to add texture and curves. My new hair cut does not turn out to be as funky as my hairdresser's. It's a relief.
Last night, sugar raised and chocolate cake donuts were dancing in my mind. I had this specific craving for Sweetwater's donuts, not KrispyKream, or donuts from any gas stations or grocery stores.
Donut is BAD, that's my midwife's advice for pregnancy nutrient at my first OB visit. Well, I gave into the devil on my left shoulder and got myself a dozen. Oh boy, it felt soooo good after chowing down one of each with 1/4 cup of coffee. I know... caffeine is BAD too.
My sister emailed me these little cutie pies. Aren't they adorable? They are mini sculptures created by artist Camille Allen.
We saw this sweet sign of "A stork carrying baby" when shopping at Babies 'R' Us. Designated parking spots reserved for new and expectant mom, how thoughtful and sweet. I was a little hesitate to enjoy this privilege when I was not showing at all. I was afraid to be seen as a whiny lazy person who wants special parking even when not pregnant.
But heck, I think I earn it. I'm entitled to this little special treatment.
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