Betsy Whitt

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Category: Pregnancy

Of Delays and Discoveries

Yes, yes. I promised to write more often and then I did not, in fact, write for another three months. I am an awful blogger. For what little it’s worth, I did sit down within a week of the last post and attempt to write about baby registries, but I deleted the whole thing when I realized that it had turned into a cynical and embittered rant about our society’s accumulative and ultra-consumerist tendencies.

Suffice to say that I am still alarmed and dismayed by the number of things deemed “essential” for the care of a baby, listed out by “authorities” for the “benefit” of first-time parents who desperately want nothing more than to give their children the best chance possible in this crazy, unfair, scary world. It makes me angry and uncharitable. And in the end, I decided the rant I’d written was neither helpful nor necessary… and then I got caught up with other things and haven’t posted anything since.

So here’s your blitz-update: the fall has been just as busy as we anticipated it would be; the beginning of winter even more busy, if that’s possible. The holidays are always busy for us, especially since Matt works at a church and there are all kinds of extra events added to the normal weekly schedules, but this year it seems to have reached a new level of busy, and that’s before adding the things we’re trying to do to get ready for the baby.

The cars, happily, seem to have decided to behave themselves and I have not had to visit the mechanic in months. It seems we finally found the root of the Mazda’s troubles (a poorly installed after-market alarm system) and since removing it and repairing the damage it did, it’s behaving like a normal car instead of a possessed machine sent from hell to make my life complicated and expensive. The 4Runner continues to run like a champ (the only problems we’ve ever had with it were directly related to an accident that nearly killed us both and almost destroyed everything we owned), has been outfitted with new tires and is now housed in the garage so that when I go into labor, it will be ready to take me to the hospital no matter what the weather is doing without even having to clean it off.  Although we have the baby’s car seat in our possession, it has not yet been installed.  Soon.  The to-do list is long.

2012 Christmas Tree

As one might expect, I am behind on pretty much everything Christmas-related, except the actual decorating of our house. The only reason that’s done is because a) I really love Christmas decorations and b) we have hosted several things at our house that motivated seasonally appropriate decor. Here’s a photo of our lovely Christmas tree, which my mom bought for us through a company that delivered this lovely specimen of fir directly to our front porch. It was really quite convenient, and we’re very happy with the result.

But I only just purchased gifts for our nieces and nephews yesterday, which makes it increasingly unlikely that they will arrive across the country in time for Christmas, especially since I’m also behind on the production and packaging of the annual toffee extravaganza. And although the Christmas cards are in my possession, due to some technical difficulties none of them are signed, addressed, or stamped for departure, much less having already been sent.  So, you know, a bit of on time, a bit of late-as-usual.

As for the baby, it’s due in about three weeks, which seems momentous but is in fact one of the least precise pieces of information you might run across in today’s world.  Because, you see, if I went into labor today (almost three weeks “early”) my baby would still be considered full-term; and they won’t force the baby out for medical reasons for about two weeks after my due date, all other things being equal.  So basically we could have a baby at any point in the next five weeks.  Or maybe not.  Or maybe!  Every day could be The Day!  Or not.  It’s very hard to maintain either a high level of excitement or of worry in such a situation, which means that I have a hard time answering people who ask me if I’m excited.  I mean, really, who wouldn’t be excited about meeting the tiny person who’s been growing inside them for the last 9 months (give or take), given the fact (which is true of us but certainly not of everyone) that we were actually trying to achieve this precise result nine months (or so) ago?

Of course I’m excited.

Am I running over with bouncing excited energy at every moment?  No.  My hips and feet hurt too much for that, and I’m always tired; there’s too much to get done and despite the fact that I’m as on track as one can reasonably expect me to be, I’m severely unlikely to finish everything before it needs to be done.  Plus, excitement is only excitement for so long.  After a while it becomes manic, or it goes away.  It’s not really a long-term sustainable emotion.

So yes, at appropriate times I am very excited about the baby that’s coming, and even about the fact that it’s coming soon (maybe very soon!).  But no, it’s unlikely that at the exact moment when you ask me, I am welling over with unbearable ecstasy at the mere mention of the word “baby”.  Might I suggest another version of the question?  How about, “Are you looking forward to the baby coming, or do you wish you had more time? Or both, alternately?” Or how about not asking at all, because it’ll just be awkward when you ask a pregnant lady if she’s excited about the baby and she says “no”, won’t it?

Oddly enough, I didn’t intend to make this entirely an updatey-type post when I started out this morning, but that’s what it has become, and it’s long enough now that it’s what it will remain.  But I have more to say on an entirely non-updatey subject and I intend to say it soon.  Of course, I almost always intend to write more soon.  But I’m working on adjusting my habits, so we’ll see how I do.

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Funny How Time Flies….

I can hardly believe that it’s been three months since I posted here, although I suppose from the other side of things, it’s pretty much expected at this point. Poor regular readers with no regular posts to read. I apologize, and am happy to announce that I’ve been having bloggerish thoughts again lately, and will be setting aside time to indulge them once again, which translates to mean I expect to be posting far more often.

Hmm… updates from last post….

It took four months, in the end, before the storm door’s hardware was replaced. It looks great, but the paint I used is already chipping off a bit in places, so it seems my brilliant DIY idea is more of a temporary fix than a permanent solution.

I’ve managed NOT to travel any more since May, and it’s been lovely to be near home consistently. The one exception was for about four days before the local schools resumed classes, which is also when Matt’s fall schedule kicks back into full gear. We took a few days and headed down to Manitou Springs to rest, relax, and be tourists–but being less than 90 minutes from home isn’t really traveling, so I don’t count it in that category. It was lovely to take a rest from our normal routine, though, and great to get that time together before fall’s craziness kicked in full-throttle.

I mentioned a new job in passing last time–it was truly a job in passing, as before I’d been there for three months they had to let me go. A bit of a bummer, as the extra money would have been nice for a few more months at least, but in the end we’ll be fine and it’s been quite a blessing to not have a day job to work around in recent weeks.

I’ve played plenty of Diablo 3, and I could probably talk for a while about its pros and cons, and why I’m okay at this point with just the occasional opportunities I get to play it these days. But I won’t, because this is not a gamer blog, nor is it likely ever to be such a thing, and because I don’t have the patience to put all my thoughts in a coherent form, which pretty much negates the whole “writing a blog post” idea. I will say, since I specifically mentioned it in the last post, that eventually the wizard’s crystal skin ability is far less effective, because its capacity to absorb damage doesn’t increase as your health does, nor does it increase as your opponents begin to deal significantly more damage–so in early levels it was brilliant, but later on it’s less awesome. Sorry, for anybody who googled “wizard crystal skin” and got my last update without the tempering information I have just disclosed. Hopefully you figured it out for yourself, but if not, I have now covered my proverbial backend and cannot be held responsible for wizards going up against Belial in Hell thinking crystal skin is going to materially help them. Sorry, it won’t. Not even a little bit.

And now we get to that amorphous “other things are brewing” bit at the end of my last post. Those of you who follow me on twitter or Facebook, or who know me in real life (what?? who knows anyone that way any more these days?) have likely surmised that this was primarily a veiled reference to the fact that Matt and I are expecting our first baby in January. We didn’t tell most people until almost July, so only our immediate family and our closest friends caught the sideways reference, but it was definitely in my mind when I wrote it.

Everything’s been going smoothly thus far with the baby-growing, and we’re not finding out whether it’s a boy or a girl, and several of the things that have been brewing in my blogging-mind are pregnancy related, so I’m not going to say much more for now. Feel free to ask any questions you might have, and I will feel free to answer only the ones I feel you have a right to know the answer to. :) But yes, we’re thrilled and excited and all the positive things one can be about preparing for a new baby.

So yes, the baby-brewing was foremost in my mind when I wrote about things in the works that were not being worth talking about yet, but there are other things we’ve been working on as well. Things like figuring out what to do with the retaining wall that’s collapsing in our back yard, and my slowly developing plans for remodeling the guest bathroom–the last bastion of pure ugly in the house. Things like wading back into the world of writing and how I’ve been catching up on my scrapbooking, and posting photos of the progress in the house (the kitchen is done!).

And since then, I’ve been saving up all kinds of things to say about topics like ridiculous “must have” baby registry checklists, finding decent pregnancy clothes (using “decent” on so many levels…), depression and pregnancy, how annoying car repairs can be, and my ongoing inability to keep plants alive: alas, Bob2 finally met his doom; Mr. Prickles didn’t survive the winter (even though he lived indoors); Bob3 is already struggling; my three porch plants died within a month of buying them this spring; basil and sage plants both died; and the two indoor potted plants are struggling valiantly, but one is clearly losing.

In other daily-life news, I’m still almost always behind on laundry and cleaning the kitchen, but I’ve managed to restrict the piles-of-junk to one table and my office. Although clearly not optimal, this is a significant improvement over previous norms.

And now it’s time to sign off and make a list of all the things that need doing to finish all the partially-finished home-improvement projects in the house, with priority listings for those things that ought to be accomplished before my parents visit in a month.

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