|“Let’s say you want some advice that
might help you give birth, wherever that might be. My shortest answer
is: let your monkey do it.” So says the world’s most famous midwife, Ina
May Gaskin. These words of wisdom which remind women that birth
requires that we get our thinking brains out of the way and let our
mammalian instincts take over..." (from an interview with Ina May Gaskin) |
|Owls and books, of course|
|all the wee things!|
|Atticus is quickly moving from a mama's boy to being obsessed with doing everything Daddy does. (but he'll always be my boy)|
|Homemade oatmeal cream pies|
|The oatmeal pies are a hit and Atticus is proud for helping with the baking|
|a cardboard box is the best bad weather day saver|
|the ugliest thing I've ever knitted for my handsome husband|
|He's in a space ship, by the way|
|reading a cocoa|
This week I'm taking a few days of vacation I need to use before maternity leave starts next Monday. I'll be at work on Friday (if Persephone doesn't arrive), but other than that I'm DONE until May.
There's been a fair amount of leisurely puttering around the house these days. The lazy, haphazard nature of my days is actually prescribed by my midwife. My midwife, Jack, was dealing with a panicked me a few weeks ago. I want a VBAC so badly, but each time I have a baby my water breaks and I never, ever, ever have a contraction. My mom was the same way. I'll have Braxton Hicks contractions, but when its showtime my body -- in my mind -- fails me. Jack asked me a few questions about work and hobbies and my personality. Then he sighed and said that I'm too intellectual and planned. My job involves research and organization. I would name list-making as an actually hobby of mine. I want to know why, figure things out, and do it myself.
I'm completely in the wrong side of my brain. Jack said if I'm hung up researching and making my body "work" then I'm taking myself out of a creative, emotional, primal sort of place in my
I can tell you that there is no schedule or planning to my days. Yesterday was my first day home alone and my inclination was to "get things done" and run a ton of errands. (SQUEALING BRAKES SOUND)
Instead I was sleepy so I slept. Then I was hungry so I ate. Then I met up with friend for some knitting. Then I read. That night I did bare minimum on the kitchen and hung out with Hope and Atticus. Hope chatted and Atticus played Legos. Atticus and I had some wonderful cuddle time. Sam gave me a foot rub when he got home. I slept. Hey, I'll either be caring for a newborn and tandem nursing in a few days/weeks or I'll be recovering from major surgery, caring for a newborn and tandem nursing. I'll take sleep while I can.
The house hasn't been cleaned thoroughly in weeks, there is not a single freezer meal in my freezer, and the house is littered with baskets of clean, unfolded clothes. Whatever.
I may blog and I may not blog. I'm just hanging out, waiting, and very eager to meet this sweet girl. A blog vacation is in order for February, I think; just to soak in new baby love, cuddle my other kids, and slow down for a bit.