Jai Ganesha!

My mom bought Little A this little onesie when we were in Santa Barbara last weekend. I love it, and wish we had gotten one in every size.

And look how cute it is with the blanket that lovely Andrea sent me from Etsy seller Snug-a-Bug Blankets! (Thanks again, A!)

And while we’re on the subject of cute baby stuff with an eastern emphasis, I just found this adorable site, My Little Pakora. I love the Sher (lion) and the Hathi (elephant OF COURSE)!

You know, this whole baby thing opens up a whole new pandora’s box of obsessions…


the bump: 21 weeks

the bump…

Thank you everyone for your quilt compliments and baby interest! We had a great ultrasound, it was so much fun seeing the baby kick me as I was feeling it. I seem to be growing a little martial arts expert, this little one is seriously wiggly. I think I emailed everyone who was interested in knowing the sex, but please let me know if I missed you! It was a busy couple of days following the appointment.

At the moment, I am loving everything about being pregnant. Well, almost everything. I have a nasty cold, and it would be great to be able to take some medicine, but beyond that… I love everything else. I just finished reading Deepak Chopra’s Magical Beginnings, Enchanted Lives, which really made me feel much more spiritually connected to this little baby. I must come up with a nickname, though… to avoid using “it.” So, how about Little A?

The advice keeps coming, of course. Some of it is welcome and helpful. Some seems intrusive. A few nights ago, we attended a small dinner party with a few friends and they invited their neighbor, who turned out to be an anesthesiologist at the hospital where we are having our baby. “I’ll probably be the one giving you your epidural,” he said. I squirmed a little in my seat. The conversation continued, he advised that I get the epidural first thing when I am admitted, another friend (who does not have any children) said, “don’t do what my friend did… 26 hours of natural labor, then a C-section. All that pain for nothing. Just get the epidural.” I just took it in and nodded, but apparently not convincingly enough, as they kept on harping at it. I figured it was best not to reveal to this crowd that I plan on having a natural birth.

And then I started second guessing my plan. Is the information I have received regarding Pitocin, epidurals, and c-sections all one-sided? Is it fair not to research the other side? Am I open to even learning about the modern day medical procedures that are so standard in today’s births? I know that I can be pretty stubborn when I make up my mind about something, but these decisions don’t only affect me…

sneaky peek

We had our ultrasound this morning! There are 10 fingers, 10 toes, two kidneys, a nose like mine (all babies have my nose), and everything looks totally healthy. The little one was moving all around, yawning, stretching, punching… very active. And yes, we found out the sex. 🙂 So excited and surprised!! If you haven’t already heard, and you want to know, just leave a comment and I’ll send you a quick email. 🙂

My mom and I are off for a girls’ weekend in Santa Barbara! Eating, shopping, manicures and pedicures, and of course, a little yoga as well. I haven’t been down to see my instructor since before May, so I’m really looking forward to it.

But before I go, here are a few pictures of the quilt. I finally finished it this afternoon. I suck at photography though, so it looks much better in person! It’s about 53″ x 62″.

And here it is in its current home, draped over the lovely molded plywood Cox Chair that I scored from the DWR warehouse sale:

Life is a surprise

19 weeks now, and every small task seems daunting. I’m tired.

The survival instincts are primal, and it’s impossible not to listen to the body’s needs. When I’m hungry, the stomach gnaws away, the body tenses, the mind focuses on nothing else. When I’m thirsty, it feels like the skin is shriveling away from the flesh. When I’m tired, the bones ache, the eyes burn, my patience with small-talk and niceties disappears.

Eat… Now.
Drink… Lots.
Sleep… Immediately.
Pee… All the time.

We have our ultrasound on Thursday, and yes we will be peeking at the baby’s sex. People feel very strongly about whether or not you should be “surprised” at birth, and it’s a little annoying to have to justify my decision. I know this is only the beginning of the “You shoulds” and all the other unsolicited advice that goes along with pregnancy and child-rearing. For those people who say, “It’s the one true surprise in life,” I have this to say: Life is a surprise. Every moment is a surprise. Tay and I will be just as surprised this Thursday as we would on January 27th (or somewhere thereabouts). And I’ll be better prepared to pick out my fabrics for my next sewing project. But for those of you who do want to be surprised, I won’t post the results here. You’ll have to email me, or leave me a comment with your email address, if you want to know along with us.

I got this book from the fabulous Amy Butler, Little Stitches for Little Ones, and the projects are adorable. First up, I think, is the Snuggie Wrap Blanket, which is basically a hooded, fleece-lined quilt that wraps around the baby and has a little wrap tie. So cute.

I’m almost finished with the quilt. I must be the slowest hand-stitcher in the world, and you just can’t rush a good slip-stitch apparently, so I’m just plodding along. Tay used to make fun of me for taking a quilting class. “You’re not an old lady yet, you know,” he used to say. Now he says, “Will you make me one?”

I’ve started packing workout clothes in the car when I leave the house in the morning. Paso has been so hot, so when I escape to the coast or to San Luis Obispo for work, I extend my stay as long as possible by walking along the beach or going for a hike. Just until it’s cool enough to come home.

There is space for yoga as well. It’s been a while since I’ve committed to my full practice, but I do make sure I get some form of practice in every day, even if it’s just 3 A’s, 3 B’s, and standing followed by seated meditation. I’m still attending my once-weekly prenatal class, which I really am enjoying.

Oh, and of course I am still growing. I’m just at that point where people can tell that I’m pregnant by looking at me. Here comes all the belly rubs from strangers.

Sew Frustrated

almost finished...

almost finished...

I am literally nine inches away from finishing my quilt. Well, nine inches of machine stitching. Then about 19 feet of hand-slip-stitching the binding to the back of the quilt.

I bought my sewing machine on Craigslist a few months ago, figuring $35 was enough to spend on yet another hobby I was just starting. It works, although it’s a little janky. I nicknamed it “BoJangles” as it’s not the smoothest running machine. On my first night at quilting class, I began to sew and the instructor practically yelled from across the room, “Wait a minute! There is something wrong with your machine!” She came over, inspected the stitches and the mechanisms, and said, “Oh. Never mind. Guess you just have a noisy one.”

It clangs and bangs along, sounding more like an old locomotive than anything else. And every so often, it breaks a few sewing needles. I’ve broken 10 sewing needles this month. Sometimes the timing goes off for no apparent reason, and then once I adjust it, it works fine again for a while.

Nine inches away from completion, and BoJangles has had enough. Or I’ve had enough of him. Tay suggested taking it in for a tune-up. That will probably cost me more than I paid for the machine.

I have a few other projects I’d like to complete before the end of the month… so I guess my only option right now is to have it serviced since buying a new one is currently out of the question. But you can bet that this year, I’m asking Santa for a new sewing machine.