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Archive for April 2009

Can we talk? Seriously. This will be kind of random, but I have some categories.

1. Swine Flu

So swine flu, which apparently has nothing to do with flying pigs (oh come on, laugh a little).

My parents winter in Mexico. Every year on December 31 they pack up their minivan and go to bed early. Bright and early on January 1, they start driving. And they drive for awhile through the continental United States and about a week later they arrive in Mexico. A couple of days after that they arrive in the Manzanillo/Melaque area (Puerto Vallarta is the nearest major city there and is still a ways away). And then my mom bakes in the Mexican sun for a couple of months.

This year, there was an absolutely horrible virus going around and all the gringos tourists caught it. The doctors didn’t know what to do and even the doctors were getting sick. Both of my parents got it – it took my mom 2 weeks to fully recover and dad 10 days or so. Mom said it took a week for the fever to go away. A couple of people were hospitalized for a few days. And who knows where it came from. Signs and symptoms are the same as for what is being reported for swine flu.

Easter is the first major-ish sort of holiday in Mexico. And about that time, all the people from the major inland cities go on vacation. Much like people in Vancouver go to the Okanagan or Whistler or Vancouver Island for a long weekend, people from, oh say Mexico City, go to the coastal areas. Like Manzanillo. And then they go home.

In other words, this virus has been around since at least February. It only started getting press when it got transported to a city of 20 million people (more than half the population of Canada – think about the population density) and started moving from person to person.

The rules are the same: wash your hands often with hot water and soap, don’t touch your face, stay home if you don’t feel good.

2. The Barbeque (here’s where you get to give advice!)

I went out on the patio today to clean the barbeque so we can, oh I don’t know, GRILL THIS YEAR so I don’t have to heat up the house when I make dinner, and learned a very important lesson: every fall when you shut down your bbq, make sure you clean it properly or it will attract wasps the next year when you want to use it again.

Just sayin’. There were  a couple of wasps having lunch in there. I slammed the lid shut again, and went and got a can of wasp and hornet killer (because really, I hate wasps with the fire of 10 000 suns). And then I thought: I am 37 and a half weeks pregnant. I shouldn’t be using this stuff.

So I left the bbq and am now at a bit of a loss of what to do with it. Its a good grill and we like it and its only about a year old (natural gas). So far my plan of attack is:

  • Convince Darren to do it. Use sexual favours if necessary (because really, an 8.5 month pregnant woman is the height of sexy)

If anyone else has a better idea, please leave a comment.

3. Baby

The Poptart now has a gestational age of 8.5 months. And I am so ready to be done with this.

I had an appointment yesterday:

Blood Pressure: 116/60 (or something, I was tired and not really listening)
Baby heart rate: 154
Fundal height: 39 (or about a half a week ahead)
Strep B (and you do not want to know how they test for this!): negative
Hemoglobin: 119 (apparently this is good and I am not anemic)

Generally, I am healthy as a horse. Or a pig without swine flu, presumably.

Update: I was trying to explain how likely you are to get swine flu, but Mrs. Flinger does a much better job of it – and explains why you’re more likely to find a snake in your toilet than get swine flu. Snakes in a toilet? Freaky. I would run far and fast because I hate snakes more than I hate wasps.

While over at friends’ house for dinner last night (the have a 7 month old):

Me: Yeah, for swimming lessons, Darren gets to go because I will be THAT parent that I warn my candidates about.
Darren: And if she gets into hockey you can be Sarah Palin!

I admire a man who likes to live dangerously.

Normally, I’d be going batshit all over the place about the upcoming BC election and referendum and why its so important to vote in favour of the BC-STV (not a disease, but go over here to see a good summary and link to the main pro and con arguments, etc. etc.). In fact, normally I would be ranting about the electoral system but I had a doctor appointment today. And I have OTHER THINGS to go batshit about. Thank you, pregnancy hormones.

No, there’s nothing wrong. I think. This was the 36 week appointment, with the dreaded strep B swab, a blood draw, full urinalysis, blood pressure, baby heartbeat and fundal height measurement.

The baby kicked the student doctor. That was kind of funny.

Throughout this pregnancy, I have consistently measured 10 days to 2 weeks ahead. A couple of weeks ago, it caught up so I thought It Was All Good.

Today I am about 36 and a half weeks pregnant; fundal height was 38.

WAITAMINUTE, said my brain as I was at the lab seeing the vampires. Full term is 40 weeks! That’s like 2 weeks!

HOLY CRAP! said my soul. We need to pack! But we don’t have any baby clothes!

One sec, said my brain. Your shower is on Saturday. Wait to see what you’re getting.

NONONONO, whined my soul, we need to go get clothes now!

So I went shopping and got the necessities the hospital seems to think she’ll need: a couple of sleepers (pink with stripes and flowers), 3 onesies (yellow with fuzzy ducklings), and a hat and booties. All in 0-3 month wear (not newborn) because the good doctor is estimating she will be on the largeish side of 8-9 lbs. Eep.)

Just so she doesn’t have to go naked in a diaper for the first bit. Because I have some diapers.

The last couple of times I went to the doctor, my blood pressure was somewhere around 124/70.

Today it was 104/60.

The difference? Maternity leave started.

While work is stressful, in other news of the blatantly obvious, the sky is blue.

I was sort of nervous to post this because then I might lose my two or so readers. And then I saw Mr. Lady’s Easter Post. Apologies in advance, but I can assure you, we’re both going to hell for this one.

Me: Happy Jesus Coming out of  a Hole Day!
Darren: Yes! 6 more weeks of winter!
Me: [giggles]
Darren: Its true! He comes out of a hole, sees his shadow and there’s 6 more weeks of winter!

Happy Easter. 🙂

Thursday, in the car coming home (Darren’s new job is about 10 blocks from my office so we’re carpooling)

Me: the best thing about having a kid? We have an excuse to go to Disneyland.
Darren: And go see Harry Potter movies.
Me: ?
Darren: Yeah, when the second one came out, I asked a friend, “Hey do you and the kids want to go see the Harry Potter movie? I’ll pay!” One of the kids didn’t want to go, so I offered to take her and pay. Because, you know, going to a Harry Potter movie as a grown man by yourself screams pedophile.

I cannot wait to see what kind of searches I get on this entry.

Okay so its been awhile since I’ve done one of these. But here we go:

1. Coworkers thoughtful enough to gift a spa certificate for a surprise shower.
2. This cake, also at the office shower – it made me laugh:

let them eat cake

3. The way the weather here cools after a short hot spell.
4. The first stretch of sunny weather after a long, grey winter.
5. Starting my maternity leave. 🙂

Yes that is buttercream frosting. There was custard in between the layers of chocolate cake too.

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Author note: I struggled with this. I often say, “You could fill a warehouse with the things I don’t know.” Today, for better or for worse, that warehouse has one less item in it.

I didn’t know, really, what it meant to be a parent, to be a mother. All I knew is that this life inside of me is continuing to grow stronger every day, if the kicks to my ribs and organs are any indication.

I didn’t know, for sure, how important it is for her to stay put for another 5 weeks or so, because I didn’t know what RSV was and how it can affect premature babies. All I knew was that I don’t like being pregnant.

I didn’t know what it meant to have your heart shatter into a million pieces at the mere thought of losing your child, whether born or unborn.

I didn’t know how the attachment between mother and child worked or what it really meant. I don’t know how to put that into words. But I get it now.

I didn’t know her. I don’t know them. I stop by their blog sometimes and skim but I don’t really spend any time there.

I still don’t know, for sure, how they feel. And quite honestly, I don’t want to know.

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April 2009


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