State of the Dubin Address
Megan once said that writing a "state of the Megan" post would degrade the quality of her blog, and for the most part I agree with her. But given that my due date is in one week, I feel it's appropriate here.
1. Feet - not pretty. Dinner rolls.
2. Hands - not pretty either. Meat paws.
3. Everything else is physically in order - I think I have no stretch marks so far, but that may be because I can't see the southern hemisphere of my abdomen so I am blissfully unaware of them.
4. Dean - he's still squirming around in there, and I've been told he'll probably be on the big side. Dag! I mean, that IS what I expected, but I still hope that his head-to-body ratio is roughly normal and that he doesn't wreck me entirely. I really would like to avoid a c-section, but whatever will be, will be.
5. General lifestyle - I have been off on maternity leave since Tuesday! So far, it rules. I actually get to check things off my personal agenda. Like, yesterday I went to Kinkos and made some copies and then went to the Historical Commission to get something signed off on, and then I went to L&I to drop it off, and then I went to ReStore and took a look at their supply of 2'-0" doors to see if any would be appropriate for our newly smaller basement door entry. Wouldn't you know, I actually found one and it was less than $100 so I bought it and the lady there helped me heave it into the car and then I picked up the Teej and we took it to Hazel House. It is totally gonna fit and it's really satisfying to just get to do all these errands during the day. The sun is out! People are alive out there on the street! You can walk the dog to the park and run into your freelancing friends there at noon, or people who have weird hours like Diana the Emergency Services Vet! You can do all this without feeling guilty that you're blowing your lunch hour! I wonder how long it would take to get sick of not working? Knowing me, I'd start to develop anxiety about it, but no sign of that just yet...
6. Real Estate Empire - Still holding fast to our two outposts. Kater Street will most likely go up for rent in August. Hazel is inching along, but the painters can't start until the beginning of July, which is really unfortunate. It makes me want to go over there and just start painting already, but I'm a little clumsy these days. The front yard and rear yard are a total disaster. I'd consider Agent Orange if it weren't for fair young Dean and Carmen, his faithful companion-to-be.
7. The next two weeks - Magic 8-ball says, "Cannot predict now." Or alternately, "Reply hazy, ask again." One cannot predict when Dean will want to test out his land lungs. But thanks to some key people, we are flush with hand-me-downs and seem roughly set up for now. Mom is supposed to come the 5th, and then Dad and Younger Dubin have tickets for the 9th. Will Dean show up before then? Or if he's late, and shows up on the 15th, will everyone have gone back home already? What does Dean have planned for US?!?!?!?
My sources say, "Ask again later..."
1. Feet - not pretty. Dinner rolls.
2. Hands - not pretty either. Meat paws.
3. Everything else is physically in order - I think I have no stretch marks so far, but that may be because I can't see the southern hemisphere of my abdomen so I am blissfully unaware of them.
4. Dean - he's still squirming around in there, and I've been told he'll probably be on the big side. Dag! I mean, that IS what I expected, but I still hope that his head-to-body ratio is roughly normal and that he doesn't wreck me entirely. I really would like to avoid a c-section, but whatever will be, will be.
5. General lifestyle - I have been off on maternity leave since Tuesday! So far, it rules. I actually get to check things off my personal agenda. Like, yesterday I went to Kinkos and made some copies and then went to the Historical Commission to get something signed off on, and then I went to L&I to drop it off, and then I went to ReStore and took a look at their supply of 2'-0" doors to see if any would be appropriate for our newly smaller basement door entry. Wouldn't you know, I actually found one and it was less than $100 so I bought it and the lady there helped me heave it into the car and then I picked up the Teej and we took it to Hazel House. It is totally gonna fit and it's really satisfying to just get to do all these errands during the day. The sun is out! People are alive out there on the street! You can walk the dog to the park and run into your freelancing friends there at noon, or people who have weird hours like Diana the Emergency Services Vet! You can do all this without feeling guilty that you're blowing your lunch hour! I wonder how long it would take to get sick of not working? Knowing me, I'd start to develop anxiety about it, but no sign of that just yet...
6. Real Estate Empire - Still holding fast to our two outposts. Kater Street will most likely go up for rent in August. Hazel is inching along, but the painters can't start until the beginning of July, which is really unfortunate. It makes me want to go over there and just start painting already, but I'm a little clumsy these days. The front yard and rear yard are a total disaster. I'd consider Agent Orange if it weren't for fair young Dean and Carmen, his faithful companion-to-be.
7. The next two weeks - Magic 8-ball says, "Cannot predict now." Or alternately, "Reply hazy, ask again." One cannot predict when Dean will want to test out his land lungs. But thanks to some key people, we are flush with hand-me-downs and seem roughly set up for now. Mom is supposed to come the 5th, and then Dad and Younger Dubin have tickets for the 9th. Will Dean show up before then? Or if he's late, and shows up on the 15th, will everyone have gone back home already? What does Dean have planned for US?!?!?!?
My sources say, "Ask again later..."
posted by Dubin at 12:27 PM
5 Comments:
Stay active and he'll be out in no time! Oooh, I l-o-v-e-d maternity leave.
(And if I can be a bossy booger girl again [too late, here I go!], docs always say baby is on the big side. They're prepping you, psychologically, for episiotomies and c-sections and lord knows what. A smart strategy on their part, but I think Henci cites research showing that pre-birth size estimates are often wildly off. My doc said EEK was giant and she squirmed out at under 8 pounds. No problem! Were either you or Teej really big at birth? If so, well, yeah, he'll probably be a wrecker. But if not, no biggie! And even if his head is giant, it's built to collapse a bit on entry. I swear, I though I was giving birth to an accordion at first.)
Well, I'm awfully glad to get an update on how you are, so I'm glad you told us. (I meant inane State of the Megan posts anyway, like I'm really happy because my lunch was yummy and the waiter was cute, not interesting ones like what the last week of a pregnancy is like and how you are fixing your houses and that people are about to show up.) Please keep telling us what is going on with you guys!
I LOVE YOU, DEAN! I can't wait to give you your new crabby T-shirt when you start breathing air! See you soon, god willing.
xoxo,
your cool auntie who lets you do more stuff than your mom (who am I kidding? i'm your piano-drop auntie.)
Good luck to you and Dean! (My feet get worse in the summer too. But I find that nail polish helps, maybe because it just distracts from everything else.)
How come when you don't blog for a few days, people leave you affectionate messages, whereas when I don't blog for a few days, scary people take over my comments to talk about the politics of relationships, which is not a phrase that should even exist?
i heart dean green.
you're prepping him well buy getting him acquainted with the hardware store. it's a great place. my favorite - only second to the fabric store. not that there's anything wrong with boys who hang out at fabric stores.
i bet that big head of his will full of great ideas.
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