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Backseat driver Ellen
‘Cause it’s only Wednesday and feels like at least Thursday or Friday and Ellen is just funny.
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Willing fall
I’m going to relish the next few weeks. The baby and I will never be this close again. I heard on Radiolab that fetal cells remain in their mothers for decades. Of course they do, how can you be that attached to a person and not have some spillover? 3 weeks after waiting 37 is…
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Maternity photos (3-ish weeks to go)
Last weekend really really really early in the morning, we took our maternity photos with a co-worker of mine, Jill McNamara. Jill is also doing our newborn photos, so we have more photo shoots to look forward to and more importantly, the, uh, baby! Jill added a few other photos to her website here if…
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5 weeks (ish) to go
I’m going to the doctor every week now. Things are winding down/gearing up all at the same time. The baby’s head is down – at a -1 station which means that … it’s down. haha. It goes from -5 (where the head is above the pelvis to a 5 where the head is basically out…
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6 weeks
The other night I had a dream that a really intelligent, artistic teacher told me out of all her students, she would put me in charge of her class because I had love in my face. When it came to writing it wasn’t so much about all the academics, but the best writing comes from…
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Full circle: A day last week
It’s humid as fuck today. This morning, the sliding glass door was covered in sweat from desert-heat mixed with monsoon. It’s getting harder to sleep, the baby plays a fun, new game called “poke the cervix.” I think it wants out, too. The books lie when they say the baby becomes less active as room…
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Whoa. Mothers carry their baby’s fetal cells for decades. DECADES
“Fetal Consequences” A Radiolab short
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Swift kick to the ribs
We have about 10 weeks left. Give or take. I guess in some unconscious way, most of us chose our birthday. Well most of us that came naturally. I know I was a week or so late. I liked the month of July better, I guess. That should be our last ultrasound, that pic up…
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Family
Before light, the baby stirs under my skin. Love pulls me in, rubs his face in my hair, lays his arm across my bare-hill belly. The baby kicks, kicks me, kicks him: diode to diode to diode. Links in one early motion.