Monday, May 31, 2010
Ginny 1 week old
Ginny Bean-
You arrived on Sunday, 5-23-10 at 3:33pm weighing 6lbs 11oz and 19 3/4 inches long. I can't believe it- what a wild ride it was. I'll post the whole story soon, but until then, here is a video of you at one week old!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Could it be?
Oh Ginny Bean!
Your birthday is coming soon, we are so very very very excited and happy to meet you! It is amazing to think back on that one September morning when I woke up Steve with a freshly peed-on stick in my hand and said "Good morning, Daddy!", and can hardly believe we are this close.
I've been keeping up with my exercising, yoga, meditation and acupuncture to make sure my body and spirit are as ready as possible for whatever comes our way. Yesterday I got an amazing pedicure and foot massage- courtesy of your aunties Franny and Christine- and am having so much fun imagining my bright toes in the waterbirth tub!
Last night throughout the night I had some pretty amazing contractions, they continue today but not at any regularity! My body is warming up for the marathon, I think.
Every morning in the shower I sing you your song, courtesy of Townes Van Zandt with a few extra lyrics from your mom:
If you needed me
I would come to you
I would come to you for to ease your pain
If you needed me
I would come to you
I would swim the seas for to ease your pain
In the night forlorn
Oh the morning's born
and the morning shines with the light of love
You will miss the sunrise
If you close your eyes
and that would break my heart in two
Ginny is with me now
'cause I showed her how
to lay her little hand in mine
Steve and Pepp agree
She's a sight to see
and a treasure for the poor to find.
The other song I sing to you everyday has long been one of my very favorites!
Everybody's talking at me
I can't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind
People stop and stare and
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Through the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Stepping off of the northeast wind and
Sailing on a summer breeze
Skipping over the ocean
Like a storm
We love you! It's ok with us whenever you decide to come!
Love,
Mom and Dad
Your birthday is coming soon, we are so very very very excited and happy to meet you! It is amazing to think back on that one September morning when I woke up Steve with a freshly peed-on stick in my hand and said "Good morning, Daddy!", and can hardly believe we are this close.
I've been keeping up with my exercising, yoga, meditation and acupuncture to make sure my body and spirit are as ready as possible for whatever comes our way. Yesterday I got an amazing pedicure and foot massage- courtesy of your aunties Franny and Christine- and am having so much fun imagining my bright toes in the waterbirth tub!
Last night throughout the night I had some pretty amazing contractions, they continue today but not at any regularity! My body is warming up for the marathon, I think.
Every morning in the shower I sing you your song, courtesy of Townes Van Zandt with a few extra lyrics from your mom:
If you needed me
I would come to you
I would come to you for to ease your pain
If you needed me
I would come to you
I would swim the seas for to ease your pain
In the night forlorn
Oh the morning's born
and the morning shines with the light of love
You will miss the sunrise
If you close your eyes
and that would break my heart in two
Ginny is with me now
'cause I showed her how
to lay her little hand in mine
Steve and Pepp agree
She's a sight to see
and a treasure for the poor to find.
The other song I sing to you everyday has long been one of my very favorites!
Everybody's talking at me
I can't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind
People stop and stare and
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Through the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Stepping off of the northeast wind and
Sailing on a summer breeze
Skipping over the ocean
Like a storm
We love you! It's ok with us whenever you decide to come!
Love,
Mom and Dad
Sunday, April 4, 2010
April Showers bring May Flowers
Well, technically one of the showers was at the end of May, but all the same....
I am floating on a cloud of love and support from all the amazing friends we have! I've been given two baby showers lately and it truly was a neat experience to celebrate the coming of a new baby into the world. Everyone is so excited to meet Ginny and welcome her, and oh my, the sweet little gifts she received, we are so spoiled. Big thanks to Ryan, Johanna and Franny for organizing the March 27 shower, and to Terri and Sandra for organizing the OHSU April 1st shower, we feel so special!
We're at 32 weeks and a little bit now, and I've definitely had an insane desire to organize all the baby stuff we have in our house. On Friday Steve and I trekked to Beaverton and bought a used antique dresser/changing table that is adorable, and I spent Saturday morning putting the itsy bitsy clothes away in drawers, preparing the unbleached cloth diapers for use, and visiting babyworks (the cloth diapering gurus around here). I feel so much more ready, come what may. I do have a strong feeling she will come really near her due date, maybe the full moon on May 27th. So I do think we have time, but I think that whole "nesting instinct" thing has something to it!
Another cute story as of late, I was driving to work when a song by Ella Fitzgerald came on NPR. Ginny started kicking and twirling, it was so funny! So we got an Ella Fitgerald CD from the library, we'll see if we can replicate the experience. She's a very active little womb occupant, it is so fun. As she has been growing I'm feeling a lot more movement around my ribs, which totally tickles.
I think Pepper will be so happy when Ginny comes, because then Steve might stop playing "burp the baby, swaddle the baby, you be the baby" with her. It is hilarious, but I get the distinct feeling that she doesn't enjoy it all that much.
In my next posts, I think I am going to take a cue from my friend Margaret and start writing this blog as a series of letters to Ginny. Pictures coming soon!
I am floating on a cloud of love and support from all the amazing friends we have! I've been given two baby showers lately and it truly was a neat experience to celebrate the coming of a new baby into the world. Everyone is so excited to meet Ginny and welcome her, and oh my, the sweet little gifts she received, we are so spoiled. Big thanks to Ryan, Johanna and Franny for organizing the March 27 shower, and to Terri and Sandra for organizing the OHSU April 1st shower, we feel so special!
We're at 32 weeks and a little bit now, and I've definitely had an insane desire to organize all the baby stuff we have in our house. On Friday Steve and I trekked to Beaverton and bought a used antique dresser/changing table that is adorable, and I spent Saturday morning putting the itsy bitsy clothes away in drawers, preparing the unbleached cloth diapers for use, and visiting babyworks (the cloth diapering gurus around here). I feel so much more ready, come what may. I do have a strong feeling she will come really near her due date, maybe the full moon on May 27th. So I do think we have time, but I think that whole "nesting instinct" thing has something to it!
Another cute story as of late, I was driving to work when a song by Ella Fitzgerald came on NPR. Ginny started kicking and twirling, it was so funny! So we got an Ella Fitgerald CD from the library, we'll see if we can replicate the experience. She's a very active little womb occupant, it is so fun. As she has been growing I'm feeling a lot more movement around my ribs, which totally tickles.
I think Pepper will be so happy when Ginny comes, because then Steve might stop playing "burp the baby, swaddle the baby, you be the baby" with her. It is hilarious, but I get the distinct feeling that she doesn't enjoy it all that much.
In my next posts, I think I am going to take a cue from my friend Margaret and start writing this blog as a series of letters to Ginny. Pictures coming soon!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I dream of Ginny
Last night was the latest in my series of dreams about Ginny. Each time I dream of her, she is an itsy baby with a shock of beautiful dark hair like her daddy and I when I see her I just fall head over heels. Steve has wondered if he is going to have to explain to her why her momma doesn't love her so much if she ends up being a blondie :). Of course, she is loved beyond the universe no matter what color her hair is or if she has any at all, but I sure want to know if my dreams are right.
Before I knew I was pregnant, I actually had what turned out to be one of Steve's reoccurring dreams, that I was a soldier in WWII in the South Pacific escaping from something by swimming underwater with a reed in my mouth. Not sure what it has to do with anything, but it felt like a strange mind-merge that I attribute to carrying his kid!
The dreams of Ginny started with being at the ultrasound appointments and being able to just "take her out" for a minute and cuddle her (not sure the mechanisms of how this is done, folks). She was just palm-sized in these dreams. From there, I progressed to the nightmares of having her be switched at birth with a six year old child who happened to have fangs when I went to feed her (any psychological issues there, I wonder?), and of course the terrifying "where's my baby, you took my baby" dreams.
Last night's dream was the best of all though. I was at the hospital in labor, alone in the room because it was clear it would be a long while before "it was time," so Steve and everyone else had gone off somewhere. But, all the sudden "it was time!" and she arrived! There wasn't anyone there to catch her! When I went to look for her she was all cuddled up on a stack of blankets across the room, perfect and clean with her dark hair and chubby cheeks, and unharmed (and by the way, giving birth wasn't in the least painful in this lovely dream).
When everyone returned they were astounded that she was unharmed! I proceeded to explain that she didn't get hurt because SHE IS A BOUNCING BABY.
Before I knew I was pregnant, I actually had what turned out to be one of Steve's reoccurring dreams, that I was a soldier in WWII in the South Pacific escaping from something by swimming underwater with a reed in my mouth. Not sure what it has to do with anything, but it felt like a strange mind-merge that I attribute to carrying his kid!
The dreams of Ginny started with being at the ultrasound appointments and being able to just "take her out" for a minute and cuddle her (not sure the mechanisms of how this is done, folks). She was just palm-sized in these dreams. From there, I progressed to the nightmares of having her be switched at birth with a six year old child who happened to have fangs when I went to feed her (any psychological issues there, I wonder?), and of course the terrifying "where's my baby, you took my baby" dreams.
Last night's dream was the best of all though. I was at the hospital in labor, alone in the room because it was clear it would be a long while before "it was time," so Steve and everyone else had gone off somewhere. But, all the sudden "it was time!" and she arrived! There wasn't anyone there to catch her! When I went to look for her she was all cuddled up on a stack of blankets across the room, perfect and clean with her dark hair and chubby cheeks, and unharmed (and by the way, giving birth wasn't in the least painful in this lovely dream).
When everyone returned they were astounded that she was unharmed! I proceeded to explain that she didn't get hurt because SHE IS A BOUNCING BABY.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
she's a kick!
It has been so fun being pregnant this last few weeks, I can feel Ginny moving throughout the day, she's getting bigger and stronger all the time!
We just got back from our honeymoon/babymoon to South Carolina and Florida- it was so fun to see so many new places and spend time with Steve's folks.
We just got back from our honeymoon/babymoon to South Carolina and Florida- it was so fun to see so many new places and spend time with Steve's folks.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
19th week, already!
The past month has been absolutely amazing, my nausea disappeared, I'm starting to show a blissful belly, and we got to visit Salt Lake to see family and friends! It is so fun being pregnant right now- I can feel little flutterings and can't wait for the moment when Steve can feel her too (he keeps trying!).
A couple weeks back we got confirmation that she is indeed a girl, and we're naming her Virginia Beth Isabell. Virginia is Steve's mom's name and Beth is my paternal grandmother. We'll call her Ginny. I have had a couple of dreams about her- each time she is tiny with a shock of really dark hair. I can't wait to meet her!
A couple weeks back we got confirmation that she is indeed a girl, and we're naming her Virginia Beth Isabell. Virginia is Steve's mom's name and Beth is my paternal grandmother. We'll call her Ginny. I have had a couple of dreams about her- each time she is tiny with a shock of really dark hair. I can't wait to meet her!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
The Peanut
Holy *&^$#%! We're going to have a baby.
For now, we call her/him "The Peanut" and she/he is due 5/28/2010.
Front-runners for names are: Virginia (we'd call her Ginny or Vivi, middle name maybe Bliss or Beth) and for a boy, Oscar (middle name the source of much contention, though we both like Wayne!). These are both family names for Steve. We plan on doing some more research into names when we visit the Holy Halls of Family Name Researching (a.k.a. the Mormon genealogy library) in Salt Lake City over Christmas.
For a part of my job, I teach classes called "Am I Hungry" which help people get in touch with their hunger/fullness levels and all the other reasons we eat. Of course, the end product of working on this kind of thing is that people end up feeding their physical hunger, stop when satisfied, and have better ways to deal with stress, loneliness, boredom and etc. Doing this work myself has meant I am not longer obsessed or fearful about my food choices, and I let my body take the reigns, paying attention to when it needs to be fed, and when it is satisfied.
In the past couple weeks I have discovered a whole new physical reason to eat that isn't hunger- it's called: "to avoid the pukes!" At this point, I'm wearing the acupressure nausea wristbands (they do actually lessen the seasick feeling!), and drinking lots of ginger tea too. I've heard lemons work- so Steve's at the store! This whole experience thus far has given me a heart-full of gratitude for my mom, and some awe and wonder at the thought of her doing this SIX times. Whoa. That's a lot of lemons.
I'm trusting in the process and my body, and marveling at the fact that the thought of ice-cream makes me sick!
For now, we call her/him "The Peanut" and she/he is due 5/28/2010.
Front-runners for names are: Virginia (we'd call her Ginny or Vivi, middle name maybe Bliss or Beth) and for a boy, Oscar (middle name the source of much contention, though we both like Wayne!). These are both family names for Steve. We plan on doing some more research into names when we visit the Holy Halls of Family Name Researching (a.k.a. the Mormon genealogy library) in Salt Lake City over Christmas.
For a part of my job, I teach classes called "Am I Hungry" which help people get in touch with their hunger/fullness levels and all the other reasons we eat. Of course, the end product of working on this kind of thing is that people end up feeding their physical hunger, stop when satisfied, and have better ways to deal with stress, loneliness, boredom and etc. Doing this work myself has meant I am not longer obsessed or fearful about my food choices, and I let my body take the reigns, paying attention to when it needs to be fed, and when it is satisfied.
In the past couple weeks I have discovered a whole new physical reason to eat that isn't hunger- it's called: "to avoid the pukes!" At this point, I'm wearing the acupressure nausea wristbands (they do actually lessen the seasick feeling!), and drinking lots of ginger tea too. I've heard lemons work- so Steve's at the store! This whole experience thus far has given me a heart-full of gratitude for my mom, and some awe and wonder at the thought of her doing this SIX times. Whoa. That's a lot of lemons.
I'm trusting in the process and my body, and marveling at the fact that the thought of ice-cream makes me sick!
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