Today I turn 25. Well, technically I already have. I was born at eight something.
Happy Birthday to me.
A note to my baby inside:
I am so excited for you, but please dont make your entry into the world today. You can come out tomorrow. I will welcome you with open and grateful arms.
Tomorrow.
Please dont make me go through labour on my birthday.
XOXOXO.
Today Im going to eat cake. Full sugar cake. Maybe even two peices.
We are getting ready for the baby. Coral is reading lots. Getting educated is very important. It is so important, that Coral felt that she needed this magazine so bad… she stole it from the doctor’s office.
Here is the car seat that Grandma bought. It matches our Jeep. We’re dorks.
Because our bebe gurl is gunna be a music snob… Cherylann got her some Baby Chucks. Rock star, check.
Little Brut… that is what you are called as we get ready for you to be born. You are now what scientists call effaced. I don’t know what that means, so I say, The Missle Position… as in “ready to launch.”
Your mother talks a mean game about how you fight her belly and squish your head into her vagine. She doesn’t like that and tends to be in a pretty bad mood because of it.
One day in the distant future, when it matters most, you will be randomly grounded. This will be the reason why.
… in other news:
We will be taking you on a couple adventures soon after you’re born. One will be to see REM, The National and Modest Mouse at Deer Lake Park in May and the other might be a trip to San Francisco and then Seattle for Bumbershoot. You’ll have lots of indie cred by pre-school and will probably be a bit of a music snob to your kindergarden teacher and that’s just the way I want it.
–J
Oh, they certainly arent kidding when they say that the last few weeks are the hardest.
Everything hurts, everything swells, everything aches. And it starts to seem endless.
I feel as big as a house. An old creaky broken house.
And her due date seems both farther away than ever, and closer than can be right.
A matter of weeks makes me a mother. And I feel like Im unprepared and not quite ready. I kind of feel like I wont ever be prepared or ready.
But still, shes coming, ready or not.
In the land of updates….
We had a fairly busy Christmas. In Victoria and Coquitlam (and the rockiest ferry I have ever been on). You cant tell from the picture, but the horizon was going from the top of the windows, and back to the bottom with each wave. The ferry litterally stopped and the captain coasted us in, we started from the third docking bay, and ended up in the first. It was quite cool actually.
It was festive and we were both spoiled rotten. But thats ok, because I have a feeling next year will involve a lot of “Jeremy and Coral, who? Look at the pretty baby, awww.”
Which, honestly, is just fine by me.
I also found out that Im going to be given a younger brother or sister. Mm hmm… My biological father, informed me that he and his lady-friend are three months along with a bundle of their own. Their baby will be born mere months after my own. Yes, Madelyn will be older than her Aunt or Uncle. I will chose my words wisely on how I write about this as my opinion and feelings have gone from one end of the scale to the other, and I fear only unruly emotions and hurt feelings will result. Perhaps I will touch on that in another blog down the road from here.
I am still testing my blood sugars 4x daily, which is more a habit now than a bother… but I will be happy when its all over and done with.
I also have great deal of pressure and pain of my pelvis, which requires careful positioning in daily activities, for fear of causing unmanagable pain resulting in bed rest. God help everyone I know if I am put on bed rest, I already get frustrated daily at the growing list of things I cannot do.
And Jeremy got a gig dj-ing at Hugo’s Tuesday nights, and Element on Sunday nights. I think hes enjoying being a full fledged radio AND club dj now. Being given a limitless bar tab and paid in cash each night has its perks. Next big ticket item on our list is a laptop for his even more rapidly expanding music collection.
We went for a big fancy dinner at Il Terrazzo for New Years and then to a small house party for the countdown. I will admit, I had a half a glass of champagne at midnight. Rebel, rebel.
*Sigh* and now its January, the month of endless birthdays and rain.
Yes, a busy and interesting holiday season it was.
-C.
