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Airplane Etiquette: Ssh Him, Or Ssh Me?

June 30, 2014

I have flown cross-country with a toddler several times now. I know how difficult it can be, and how very, very loud it can be, even if the parents are doing absolutely everything in their power to be as respectful as possible of the other passengers. Which is to say: I am not an especially intolerant person when it comes to in-flight disturbances.

But OH MY GOD did the flight on Saturday ever make me insane. So I have a question for you, because I suspect that pounds and pounds of pregnancy hormones combined with the fact that I had just dragged unreal-heavy bags through an unreal-large airport makes the validity of my emotional response system a little…untrustworthy.

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June 30, 2014

It feels like two weeks - not two days - have passed since I took this photo on Saturday morning while in town getting bagels and donuts for my parents (who came up to help me finalize everything for the housesitter and get to the airport). I thought that I'd be all wistful about leaving - and when it came to taking one last look at the nursery, thinking about how the next time I step foot in there it will be to show our daughter her new room, I was - but mostly I was just completely freaked out about whether or not I'd forgotten something essential.

Because really, I kind of feel like I should get a medal for packing two months' worth of stuff into that one suitcase.

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2 Months, 2 Suitcases

June 26, 2014

#letsdothis

(The Samsonite one is for my stuff, the Deux Lux striped rolling bag is for Indy's stuff, and will double as my hospital bag).

The plan was to start packing at the start of this week, but this little blip proved slightly time-consuming and prevented me from doing it until…today. Which is actually fine, considering that only about ten things in my closet actually fit me, so it's not like I have zillions of options to choose from. Still, getting two months' worth of my stuff into a single suitcase (the other one is already filled with clothing and toys for my son) is…a challenge.

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Summer’s End

June 23, 2014

This weekend marked the first day of summer…and the last summer weekend of the year that we'll spend on the East Coast (we don't get back until Labor Day Weekend).

It's just the two of us at the moment - Kendrick started work in SF a couple of weeks ago - so Indy and I spent the days walking in the woods, going to farmer's markets, driving up the Saw Mill, picking raspberries, looking at sheep and horses and baby chicks (!) at Stone Barns (they're still there for a couple more weeks if you want to plan a day trip), and making trips to the pool and the playground and the pool and the playground and the pool. (Lots of pools and playgrounds this weekend.) On Sunday night, my mom and dad came up to say goodbye and eat mussels and sweet corn in the backyard.

After they left, I cried. And I'm crying a little while writing this. It's not because I'm not looking forward to it - I am; I'm excited about seeing Kendrick, and the Pacific Ocean, and the day trips we'll be able to take, and at this point the big, headache-y logistical issues (like my doctor and insurance plan, our rental car, Indy's day camp, all the records that had to be secured and printed out and sent to the appropriate parties) have pretty much been worked out.

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The P-sh Present

June 17, 2014

I hate the term "push present." So much that I found it unbearable to type into the title of this post unless I put a little dash in there. It gives me the icks, what I can I say?

It's just so unnecessarily...evocative. I do not want to think about pushing. Not until I actually have to do it, and then I'd really rather not think about it either. I love how everyone says "Oh, you forget about the pain a few months after you have your child; that's what makes it possible for you to have another one." Nope. I want to have another child for lots of reasons, but "because I've forgotten the pain" is not among them. I remember the pain extremely well.

(I also want to send a little shout-out "you're sweet, thank you" to all the second-time moms I've spoken to lately who have assured me that "Oh no, it's so much easier the second time…much quicker and much less painful." I am fairly certain that all of you are lying and just trying to make me less freaked out, but the sentiment is appreciated, and I'm happy to indulge in a little fantasy.)

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