I knew this day would come--when Molly's favorite expression is "I do it!" as she tries to master tasks like zipping up her coat or putting on her own shoes. Last night she wanted to put her own nose drops in. Ahh..no. That was not a good idea. So, we're both learning. It's fun--and frustrating--to see her pushing the boundaries with us a little bit. Of course this will only continue for the next...how many years??
Let's hear a "yee haw" for HBO's "Six Feet Under" returning for the new season this Sunday night!! I can't wait!
The New York Times published a really nice review/article about "Six Feet" today that really articulated many of the aspects of the show that I truly value.
They even compare it to one of my other favorites, "ER." My only complaint of both shows is that they sometimes get a little "soapy." They both had brain tumor story lines last year, for example. It felt like a contrived plot device in both cases.
What I love about this show is that it's so much about the quieter struggles that go on under the surface of more "dramatic" parts of "real life." The struggle between family members and lovers to communicate, for example, is more about what's not said than what is said on this show. It strikes a chord with me because it allows characters to be complex--deeply flawed but entirely likable. We just can't help seeing various parts of ourselves in them.
My God, how many TV shows do that? Not many. Too few. Thank you, HBO.
The Braxton-Hicks contractions have subsided for the most part. Good thing, too. Now the baby is just doing his regular aerobics routines on and off day and night. I know this because I woke up around 3;30am and heard a strange noise coming from the attic. It wasn't the usual sound of nibbling mice (that's another story)--it sounded like the house was 'sighing' every couple of minutes.
Freaky. I listened for about 30 minutes and couldn't get back to sleep. I just kept trying to imagine what was making that noise.The baby was doing some gymnastics and keeping me company during this time.
Finally, I woke Ed up. He listened and said it was the "house settling" or something like that. Ok. It made sense. Sort of. I was finally able to fall back asleep around 4:30am I think. Yawn.
Meanwhile, I was very pleased to get to work and see that the
virtual anti-war march on Washington was a big success! I suspected as much because Ed told me he was unable to get through the Senate switchboard yesterday due to the circuits being perpetually busy!
But I was really sad and disturbed to hear on my way to work about the technies and others who were behind the Columbia shuttle project and suspected there might be a problem with the shuttle's return to Earth but nothing was done. I can't imagine the way that will compound the grief of the family and friends of those astronauts. Just adding tragedy on top of tragedy.
I'm officially freaked out--I've been having Braxton-Hicks contractions on and off for a few weeks. I looked into it.
No big deal at this stage in my pregnancy, but today they have been more constant and slightly more intense.
According to several articles I found on the Web, this is still within the realm of normal and I should be drinking water to combat dehydration, which might be causing it. So, I've been drinking water and lots of it.
I'm going to have to keep an eye on this. I'm slightly concerned. I've got my regular OB appt. next Monday so I can talk more about it
then to my doctor. Of course, I'm no idiot--if this continues and they start to get painful, I'm calling my OB before then.
On a happier note, tomorrow is the virtual march on Washington to protest the possibility of going to war! I hope you'll email/fax or call your government official in Washington tomorow! I know I'll be doing that.
It feels like a new phase is starting this week as we go into March. It's a new phase in the pregnancy (10 weeks to go), but more than that, a new phase for our family as we start to prepare in earnest for Molly's brother's arrival, and as we wait to hear about my job and Ed starts to move toward making some job moves of his own. Hard to explain--a new phase of life, I guess, that will unfold as it meant to be.
This weekend we did play catch up on our tasks around the house and started to move around furniture (ok, I didn't do any of the moving myself) and start to get Molly's new room ready. I'm just really glad it's not spring and summer when we have outdoor chores to add to the list. We have our hands full getting the inside of the house ready.
It's really fun to see Molly's new stages of development. Last night she noticed the salad dressing bottle was "upside down" and she uses and understands other concepts like "slippery" and "heavy" and "broken." I noticed she can also use her pronouns correctly, "I" and "me" and "you." It's really fun to watch.
Another funny thing is that while she enjoys songs like "Wheels on the Bus" and doing the hand motions, she really prefers to dance to adult music like "The Dixie Chicks." It's too funny to watch her imitating our dance moves as best she can and really getting into it. Too, too funny.
So, March will be a month of a lot of activity , of looking toward the immediate and long-term future. I can't wait to see what happens. I'm also feeling more optimistic about the international scene and politics--that things will turn out okay in the end. I really don't want to bring a child into this world when the headlines are screaming about war.