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April 29, 2008

Taking the Time to Think

This weekend, Husbandido and I went off to register for Bambina. I honestly waited this one out; I thought to myself there were so many things that could go wrong. I didn't want to say that I was being negative or afraid that something wouldn't go right, but in my mind, there was no sense in me trying to jump the gun and pick out things without confirmation...that Bambina was going to be a-ok.

Scanner in hand (in Husbandido's hand, as he was the guy who held it when we registered for our wedding), we went through the stores and asked ourselves, "Oh crap, I didn't even think that we need this or that..." and even "I haven't even made a decision about what bottles to buy." We know the room should be painted green (but we don't know when that'll happen). We know that she'll be breastfed (but what the hell kind of pump are we talking about here. A pump? WTF). It's funny, when we think about it. But the good thing is that we're on the same page, and it's a laugh a minute for us while we figure out how to be parents.

It's not easy is it. That voice again. Over my shoulder. It's been awhile, I think to myself.

No, it's not, but it's a good thing that we're in it together.

Sounds good - that you have a partner in crime. God smiles. A gap-toothed smile that makes me think of Madonna.

It helps. Does it make sense that we're not feeling too nervous?

Sure. What are you worried about?

Well, I don't know. Changing up everything. Life. Timing. Issues. If we get it done right.

You are worrying too much then. 

In what way?

Ever notice that you tend to worry about stuff that doesn't happen or doesn't need to happen necessarily?

Ew, you noticed that.

Of course. I notice all of these things.

Why?

Think about it. People go through life like it's in a vacuum. No one notices the little things they do: the way they brush their teeth, the way that woman across the street shifts her hip when she notices that guy walking towards her. The way you worry constantly. People notice these things. Not just me. It's the beauty in life that these little things come to light.

I feel like you're spying on me.

You think no one else notices? People watch you all the time. Yet no one has stopped to correct you or tell you otherwise. Notice that too?

That no one has told me how crappy my parenting plans are?

Yes. Notice that?

I guess I didn't think of it. 

Of course you haven't. If someone didn't agree with you, they'd tell you. God smirked.

That's true. But don't you think someone would rather not say anything for the sake of just saving face?

Would you consider that person your friend?

Hell no.

Then think about the people around you...if they were your friends, they would tell you. Straight up. For the first time I realized that God didn't change shape. Normally God does. I feel unnerved for some reason. Sometimes I change. Sometimes I don't.

Any reason why?

You always have to know why, don't you. God smiled and stretched his arms over his head with a big yawn. The truth is you expect to see things as they are, that you expect something to happen when it doesn't necessarily need to happen. The whole thing about you expecting for things to go right? It doesn't need to be so. Just be happy that things are the way they are. It's really simple. Have faith.

I try.

Stop trying. Just be. Sometimes it's better to let the process unfold instead of you folding it. With that God sparkled and flickered away. I thought I had another question in mind, and waited for God to reappear, but when God didn't, I just let it be.

And that was okay. 

I hate it when God's right.

Voodoo



 

April 28, 2008

One word: TURBO!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lt5JH1CRpkQ

 

Discuss. 

April 27, 2008

The Roof is On Fire!

This is just down the block from me; I couldn't drive up to my house because the entrances/exits were blocked and there were cops everywhere...and firemenses. I drove up and saw that there was a BIG hole in the wall of the house I just drove buy this morning. With firemenses looking through it from the inside. Yikes.

I had to park up the hill and walk through some shady grassy areas to the house. There was a police car blocking the entrance to my street. Sigh. I waited until the car left before I went back out and moved the car back to its rightful place (although i had to work around the blocked areas to get back home). 

 

(04-27) 22:55 PDT San Francisco -- A three-alarm fire raged through four buildings tonight in the Little Hollywood neighborhood of San Francisco, displacing up to ten residents, fire officials said.

The fire was first reported just after 7:30 p.m. at 15 Blanken Avenue, a wood-frame building with commercial space on the first floor and a residential flat above it, according to Lt. Ken Smith.

Easterly evening winds quickly whipped the fire into two adjacent homes, as well a vacant building on nearby Bayshore Blvd. that used to house Cliff's Barbecue, said Smith.

A third alarm was called at 7:53 p.m. But by 8:15 p.m. firefighters had the blaze under control, officials said.

Several of the residents were away for the day and had not returned home by the time the fire was extinguished, said Smith. The Red Cross was at the scene to offer shelter and assistance to those affected, he added.

There were no fire-related injuries, but an elderly woman who lived in one of the homes was taken to the hospital for an unrelated medical condition, according to Smith.

The cause of the fire is under investigation, he said.

Tyche Hendricks

April 25, 2008

Yes, I'm a Dork

Yes, I added a ticker. I'm a dork. So sue me.

I'm at home tonight, and I'm a little tired. I wanted to go out to see the crew at Bacio's but I wasn't feeling it, so I'm really sorry.

Vdc

Back Away From My Rice

save. our. rice.

 

For some reason, this picture made me laugh. Okay, I know there's a bit of funk about the price of rice being so expensive and that there's some shit going down around the world about the supply being so weak, but still. Is protecting it with a gun really necessary? It's in the PI, so I'd have to say yes.

Enjoy,

VDC 

April 17, 2008

Pulling at the Edges

I was teaching class today, hobbling back and forth while delivering the lecture. The last few nights I've been struggling with my ligament in my hip...it's been causing me insane sharp pains shooting into my hip making me weak. Walking up stairs? Sucks. GOing down stairs, sweet. Useless.

Sitting in a hard chair kills. But then all of a sudden, it's all gone! WTF. Seriously? I can't figure that out. I bug one of my favorite nursing students who assures me that it's just ligament stuff stretching and oh so painful but that's pregnancy for ya. Geez. I emailed my doctor then it feels better. Whateva. I anticipate waking up tonight again at 2:45 and staying up until 4 watching Aqua Teen Hunger Force like last night. Shet.

This is the time of the year when we have to do our self-evals to present to our bosses, and I'm no different. I cranked it out and put it up to god and hoped for the best. To make a long story short, it's been a good experience for me to be the only person in my office. I had to deal with my coworker leaving me in January, and I've had to cover his job as well as another job that I didn't anticipate picking up until June. I was doing well in the beginning, but there came a point where I literally couldn't take it. My doctors telling me to quit my job. My life becoming someone else's was terrible, and if I wasn't pregnant, I suppose it would have been easier for me to take.

But because I am, it's even more different. I put it in my eval that I was close to quitting. I included that to do two jobs was terrible; the person who is taking over for me while I'm on leave is going to get an assistant. Fancy that. I got NOTHING. 

Competency is one thing; to be told to "hang in there" when I needed "what can I do to help" is another thing. It has been a tough ride for me, but I couldn't be prouder of myself for making it this far. I wonder what the costs are though in the long run. I know, though, that I anticipate not being in the office to be one of the best fucking times I've ever hard. Can't wait. I deserve it after all I went through for this office. She apologized, and I appreciated that. But still.

Asides: my boss came in today and gave me a box of oranges. I can't help but look at the olive branch with a smirk. Thanks.

Voodoo 

 

PS: New maternity pants? No, those are my old pants, being held up with rubber bands! Genious! 

PS2: We have a friend (1/2 of a couple) who recently faked a pregancy before we were pregnant...they told us they were pregnant, etc., but weren't. What kind of shit is that. They said, "Oh, we wanted to tell you that to motivate you guys." Go fuck yourselves. We took that pregnancy seriously because they were our friends. Not anymore. Dicks. Don't worry, Voodoo Kids, you don't know them. Not worth it anyways. 

April 09, 2008

Pics

I put the wedding pics in a link over on my personal page. But here's the pics you're all waiting for. Please note, Husbandido and his bros put the comments on the pics. Typical.

Baby's Body Sonagram 

 

Baby's head 

And then this:

Spiderbaby! 

 

Funny, 

Voodoo 

April 08, 2008

That Needle Was Hella Big: Amniocentesis

This morning I had a meeting with a genetic counselor because of my age (I'm thirty-hella). Although I pretty much knew of what the whole procedure was about, and what to expect, it was informative nevertheless. Extra chromosomes. Trisomy 18. The counselor had a well-used binder that she flipped through while explaining things to me.

Because I am thirty-hella, there are things to consider: the likelihood of an "accident" as she called it happening increases with age. Fine. I accept that. But to see the hard numbers was trippy. 1:312 (I'm making numbers up here, I didn't commit them to memory). 1:52. But even then, those numbers become percents: .4% chance of something happening. As all of this is happening, I'm thinking, what if I'm that one? Great. I need more anxiety.

Afterwards, it was a quick walk over to the ambulatory to get the amnio done. Fill out some paperwork, and two nurses come out to get me. I've never had two nurses come out to get me. WTF. I feel like 1) a criminal or a special case and 2) a rockstar. The procedure itself was short enough that I think I spent more time in the bathroom doing my bidness than the whole procedure.

The trippy thing about the amnio was that there are four people in the room with me. Thing 1 and Thing 2 Nurses, the ultrasound tech, and the Dr. Bad Haircut. I greet everyone. Smiles all around. It seems like they're having a good day. I ask if it's normal to have that many people in the room, and it was. Okay so I'm not a criminal or a rockstar. Great. They put me on a table, ask me to pull up my shirt and pull down my pants to my hips.Um, okay.

They do an ultrasound (a sonogram is a picture, whereas the ultrasound is the real-time video feed of the baby), and that baby has a big ol' head. Looks like Dad/Husbandido. Hey, there's the face. Looks like a mexican wrestling mask. Get to listen to the heartbeat. Get to see a little spine. Get to see little hands. This is all happening in a darkened room, with only natural light to see us through. I almost prefer it that way. Fluorescent light makes one look...sallow. Anyways, five minutes of watch the baby go by. It's not long enough. Oh and warm ultrasound gel. So much better than cold ass room temperature shizz. Another intriguing factor? I didn't know the Ute (my name of affection for the uterus) is up to my belly button. No wonder I feel like my guts are moving up in the world.

The procedure itself is fairly straightforward. Iodine swab over belly. Then I hear some rustling of paper/plastic that I know to be the needle being unfurled. NO, I don't pick my head up to see it. Here's why. That's a seven inch needle. The ultrasound is going again to help guide the needle. The doctor comments, "You have a busy baby." I think in my head that homegirl/homeboy exhibits parental traits of fidgetyness. So anyways, I get the "you'll feel a prick, that's the needle." Sure enough, there's the prick and what feels like 3-5 seconds of descent (it feels like pressure, no real pain) and then the extraction of amniotic fluid. After the needle gets removed, the nurse shows me the 2 tubes of fluid that were removed with my name on it. it looks like chicken broth, and about 2 tablespoons were removed. Okidokes.

More ultrasound action: heartbeat (get to see the heart beating too, crazy), and make sure baby is still there doing whatever babies need to do. I get a warm towel wipeoff (because they like me, they said), and clothes get pulled up/down. I get helped off the table, and in retrospect maybe I should have gotten up slower. I tend to want to get up and running right away. I wobbled a bit. The doctor and I meet down the hall after some kind goodbyes from the nurses, and I get a picture of El Fetus to take with me.

Summary: Amnio wasn't that difficult. It does feel crampy afterwards, but nothing that you will get upset about. Yes there was a poke, but that was minor. I think blood draws are more annoying. I also think going into it with a positive mindset helps a lot. I could have been all freaked out and bitchy, but being friendly made things easier. When you're at ease, so are they. Just a word of advice.

Voodoo 

April 04, 2008

Maternity Pants

So I went to Hawaii last week to get some conference action on. It was a short trip, only 4 days. I admit that I needed the trip more as a means to get out of town than for the educational purposes, but it was a productive trip.

I had some mixed feelings, with my dad in the hospital, albeit he was appearing healthy and comfortable. My mom assured me that it was okay and that I should go. I was prepared to send someone else, but luckily I got the green light.

At any rate, he was sent home while I was in Hawaii, and thank god for that. He's fine now, although he coughed earlier and it sort of freaked me out. But he says he's okay. I'll have to take his word on it.

I managed to go to Lanikai and get some sun. It was only a few hours, but it was nice. At least I have tan lines to show for it, right?

Babychase sent me to the maternity department at Old Navy. Now I am the proud owner of what Husbandido calls "Buffet Pants." He now wants to wear them when we go to Vegas next. I'm trying not to lose my mind over the blob my body has become, insisting that it's just padding for El Fetus. Anyone else come up with a better name for the baby?

Tomorrow, Buff Bagwell takes his trip down the isle with Tweety Bird. It'll be nice to see them get all squared away. All this living in sin is killing me! ;-) I'll be sure to share pics with those who care. Off to the hotel to do some bridesmaid duties. Fun.

Kisses,

Voodoo