Thursday, January 31, 2008

This Just In

Pregnancy improves your posture!

Because it is hard to slouch when your unborn offspring is stretching his whole body out straight - all 15 to 17 inches of it - with his head against your pelvis and his feet against your ribs.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Week 29 - With Pics!

His stats for this week: 2.5 pounds, between 15 and 17 inches long

My stats for this week: Growing ever larger. I'll consider posting belly circumference if I can find my measuring tape.

Just a short update for this week, as it's late and I need to get to bed. But here are some photos, as promised.

What belly?

What, this belly right here? Is this the one you meant?

I know, right? This is what I look like at six-and-a-half months. At nine months I think I'll be eligible for entry in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Thursday, January 24, 2008


How is it that I, greatly enthusiastic cheese fan that I am, have never had fondue? This must be remedied.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Week 28

28 weeks down - 12 to go! Great Expectations is starting to pay less attention to growth specifics (since this is the point where most of the growth starts to become pretty individualized) and more attention to overall development, but here's what we've got for this week. The little guy has doubled his weight in the last month. He is now about the size of a bag of flour, weighing in at almost 2.5 lbs. His total length is nearly 15 inches. His body fat is about 2 - 3 percent, and his eyes are capable of opening. Also, and perhaps most importantly, his lungs are developed enough to be capable of breathing air. If I went into labor tomorrow, he'd still be quite premature, but he'd at least have a fighting chance of making it in the great, wide world.

I'll endeavor to get some pictures posted sometime later this week of my ever expanding belly. Truly, I am rocking the "soccer ball smuggler" look these days. It's weird to have such location-specific weight gain. When I step on the scale, it shows me higher numbers than it ever has before, but my wedding ring fits just as loosely as it did the day I got it, and my face isn't much fuller than normal. It's unnatural! But I'm not complaining. ;)

Friday, January 18, 2008

Enter Captain Random

Tom & I are having house apartment guests this weekend, and as I was doing some preparatory cleaning this evening, I had a series of random musings flitting through my head. I figured I'd break up all the baby news a little by sharing some of it with you.

You know what's a fun word/name to say? Bernanke. What with all this talk of "bagels"* in the news lately, NPR's had plenty of opportunities to mention our wonderfully alliterative Chairman of the Federal Reserve, which is, I'm sure, the reason his name popped into my head as I was vacuuming. In my perfect imaginary world, all of Ben Bernanke's relatives also have B names, so I entertained myself for quite a few minutes by trying to guess what those names were.

Bob Bernanke, of course. Beverly. Barry. Brenda and Bella. And there simply has to be a Beauregard Bernanke.

You get the idea.

Thinking about alliteration reminded me of high school English class; specifically, I was reminded of my senior year and AP Composition. After we had spent the previous year slogging through literary criticism essays, in AP Literature, Comp challenged us to write more creatively, to find our voices as writers, as opposed to just reviewers and analysts. One of our assignments, near the end of the year, was to write about Hamlet in the style of a Dr. Seuss poem. I could only remember the first few lines my group managed to come up with for ours:

This noble, that noble
Thin noble, fat noble
Some were mad, and some were sad,
And some were very, very bad
Why were they all so mad and sad and bad?
Is it because Hamlet's uncle killed his dad?

I wish I could remember more. I've got a copy of it somewhere.

After a while, I started composing this blog post in my head. Oooh, meta. So I guess that's about all I have for you. This has been "Musin' Susan," brought to you by Captain Random. We now return you to your regularly-scheduled blogging.

* It's from The West Wing:
Larry: "If the economy is heading into a recession--"
Josh: "No, no, no. We don't ever use that word around here."
Ed: "What word? Recession? ...What should we call it then?"
Josh: "I don't care. Call it a boat show or a beer garden or a bagel."
Larry: "So if it is a... bagel, the Fed thinks it's gonna be a mild bagel."

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Week 27

We're back to the fun food analogies this week. And the excessive usage of the word "about."

"Your baby weighs about two pounds and is about 12 to 15 inches long, about the size of a small pot roast." I'm....not sure how I feel about that. Somehow comparing the little guy to an apple or a mango seems okay, whereas I had issues with the lobster tail analogy and am similarly bothered by this one. Maybe it's the use of prepared foods for comparison that I find unsettling. A mango could just be chilling on a mango tree, but a pot roast? All cooked and stuff? Bugs me for some reason.

Anyway. I had my checkup today; doc said all's progressing nicely. My belly is the right size, the boy's heartbeat is good and strong, et cetera. I'm supposed to start keeping track of how often he moves around, which shouldn't be difficult, since in the last week he's started moving around a lot. Yesterday he kicked and rolled his way through two hours of morning meetings, which I appreciated, because it helped me stay awake. My after-lunch meetings did not go so well, when the room was too warm and too dark, and the little feller sound asleep, and the presentation material too was all I could do to keep from passing out cold, snoring. Oh, such fun.

All right, speaking of being passed out cold and snoring, that's what I should be doing right about now. Off to bed!

Thursday, January 10, 2008

New Trick

I think the young Master Johnson got his first bout of hiccups last night. Either that, or it was the first time I've noticed him hiccuping. Kind of an odd feeling - too rhythmic to be random kicks, too slow to be my pulse or his. Didn't last too long, maybe 10 minutes, but I thought it was pretty amusing.

Anyway, just figured I'd share. ;) Home today because I'm feeling kind of crummy. Fortunately, I brought my work laptop home with me last night, so I was able to get all the stuff done for today that I needed to, and never had to change out of pyjamas. And now, a light lunch and back to napping.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Week 26

No fun analogies this week. The book says he weighs 1 1/3 pounds now, and if he could stand, he'd be a foot tall. He's gone through a major growth spurt in the past few weeks and will almost double in length between weeks 20 and 28. It's no great surprise I can feel him kicking all the time now. Pretty soon it will be too crowded in there for him to tumble freely.

I suppose now is also the time to start sitting around with big headphones strapped to my belly, playing Mozart for him. (Oh who am I kidding? It'll be Death Cab for Cutie and Rilo Kiley, more likely.) ;) His hearing system, which began development during week 18, is now completely formed. Next month sometime, I will supposedly be able to feel him jump if there's a sudden loud noise nearby.

That's it for this week. Next Tuesday I apparently get to spend the majority of the day at the doctor's office, getting my Rhogam shot (since my blood type is Rh-negative) and undergoing a bunch of blood tests for gestational diabetes. The latter is just a routine thing; there's currently no concern that I actually have gestational diabetes or anything. And then a week from Saturday we start our birthing classes, which I'm sure will be entertaining. So yeah, big doin's next week! We will probably be making our cassoulet with the goose leftovers this weekend too, so you can bet I'll be writing about that if we do. Til then, have a good rest of the week. :)

Saturday, January 05, 2008


Tom and I have had our eyes on the Nintendo Wii system for a while. Unfortunately, so has everyone else. Nintendo's just not making enough of them to keep up with demand, so we figured it'd be a while before we'd be able to get our hands on one. However! Something happened that will cause me to cease mocking my sister (at least for another year or so) for getting up at the crack of dawn on the day after Thanksgiving to hit the Black Friday sales. That's right. She found and purchased a Wii. And didn't tell us. And went in halvesies with my parents to give it to us for Christmas. Needless to say, we were completely surprised, and exceedingly thrilled with the gift.

Its journey to us was something of a troubled one. Amy told me she'd mailed us a box via FedEx about a week and a half before Christmas. As of Christmas Eve, it hadn't yet arrived. Unusual for FedEx; they're typically quite reliable, in my experience. The day after Christmas, she looked up the tracking info and called to see what the deal was. They claimed they couldn't find our apartment - that it didn't exist! - so she gave me the phone number and info so I could call and give them what-for. I called and spoke with a lady who verified my address (yes, Amy had gotten it right). I informed her that, yes, our apartment did in fact exist, and that another FedEx driver had had no trouble delivering a package to us the very day after the supposed "failed delivery" of the box from my sister. (A "failed delivery" for which, by the way, nobody ever bothered to leave a note on our mailbox or anything...the mailbox clearly visible at the front of the building, with our apartment number written right on it.) And then. And then! The FedEx lady did something I never expected, something I could not have guessed in a thousand lifetimes that she would do.

She asked me to give FedEx...directions to my apartment from their delivery hub!!! What?! FedEx? Who is supposed to be able to deliver packages to the far reaches of Siberia if so requested?! I was so appalled. But I gave her the directions, and the box arrived on our doorstep the very next day.

And in the box was a Wii! Wheeeee! We've been enjoying it ever since.

And now if you'll excuse me, I have another Guitar Hero level to beat.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Week 25

A new year, a new gestational update. You may be under the impression that I skipped Week 24, but in fact, I discovered that I made a mistake and posted the Week 24 information on Week 23. Week 23 physical info should have been: 1 lb, 8" long, about the size of a bag of coffee beans. Week 24 was the banana, and the last week of the 2nd trimester. And now we're up to date!

This week the fine young fellow is a little more than 11 inches long and weighs about a pound and a quarter - about the size of a small bag of sugar. Don't tell Bean.*

Great Expectations says that our "dextrous baby can now touch and hold his feet and make a fist." Sometimes it feels like he must be grabbing his feet and then flinging himself straight out again, practicing for a future as a high diver, perhaps (Pike! Triple flip! Straighten out for the finish!). After several days of "I think I feel something, maybe, can't quite tell," Tom finally felt a definitive kick last night, so that was pretty cool. My belly button can't seem to decide whether it wants to be an innie or an outie or just a weird round scar; the top part pokes out, but the bottom half is still indented, unless I am lying on my back, in which case the whole thing just sort of flattens out. It's a little creepy, but whatever.

All right, that's it for this week. Happy New Year, all. :)

*Bean is our friends' dog, whom we are told once ate an entire (2 lb) bag of brown sugar. She was fairly ill afterward, but she seems to have learned from the experience. Subsequent cabinet raidings have included the removal, but no further consumption, of brown sugar bags.