fern rambles on
well, dear readers, i must say i hope you haven’t missed me. i hope you have been doing what i’ve been doing- spending time with the ones you love the most.
last month i decided to cut my “social networking” time online down to nil until after the baby boy arrives. i fully intended to blog regularly despite my virtual diet, but, honestly, it was just so darn peaceful without the glare of the computer screen in my peepers, and with all of the holiday to-do’s, well, i just couldn’t seem to find the motivation to sit down and type. i do hope you’ll be forgiving.
there has been, of course, a lot going on. but, when is there not, really? now in my 8th month of pregnancy, i am slower and yet somehow more motivated than ever. push a baby out of me? are you kidding?! anything else seems like a piece of cake by comparison.
so, i’ve been kicking ass at yoga. it makes me feel human again, and my body, having been scrunched up around my belly and limited to side-sleeping each night, welcomes the up and down dogs with wide open hips. warrior poses make me feel ready to face birth with calm and strength, and squeeze this child right on out and into the world. and any variation of goddess pose, a.k.a. squats, puts me deeply in touch with the eternal mother. yeah. i feel powerful. hear me roar!
of course, there’s also the practical, day-to-day stuff that’s been happening. i finally got myself on a cleaning schedule. i know that this is not terribly exciting, but it is liberating to have a clear chart in front of me outlining daily what needs to be done. i have the daily chores, five in the morning and five at night. they take me less than an hour to complete. i have 3 tasks each day to focus on, and they typically take me anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour and a half. so i end up only spending 3-4 hours a day on housework, and i get to enjoy a tidy and welcoming home. and even if i have a down day and end up sleeping rather than bathing dogs, the chores still seem pretty manageable when i know there’s just another wednesday around the corner to do it. not to mention, it takes a load off of my mind knowing that the honeyman can easily check in on what needs to be done during those first weeks of sleepless baby delirium. which is coming really, really soon.
there have been other wonderful developments. the honeyman and i have had an outpouring of support and help from some of the most wonderful humans we have ever met. daisy and the herban cowboy donated their lovingly cared-for carseat to us. daisy has also gifted me with freezable soup and chili, baby toys, and two crucial books that are going to help me in a big, big way once this mothering gig is in full swing. not to mention being enthusiastic and available (along with the lovely M) as my labor and birth support mama. she may be an athiest, but she’s an angel to me!
my prenatal yoga teacher, another blessedly giving soul, is loaning us her co-sleeper (which, by the way, doubles as a pack-n-play!), as well as a baby wrap. my sweet baby sister, a mother of 4 herself, passed along a gently used baby swing, a walker, bouncy jumper, 2 playmats, a baby chair, and a moses basket. wow. and there’ll be boy clothes galore once the baby is out of onesies. we bought a barely used, bad-ass jogging stroller from my oldest friend at nearly 1/3 of it’s retail cost(which will totally come in handy if these skinny running dreams i keep having ever manifest!). so far we’ve saved more than we’ve spent!
we opted not to buy a crib, or a changing table. we found some blogs about the montessori bed method, where the entire room is baby-proofed, and once the kid is toddling around and ready to move out of the family room/bed, he sleeps right on the floor on a futon mattress. if he rolls off, he won’t have far to fall. many parents report a calmer, more independent babe. and i like the idea of spending our hard-to-come-by dollars on something that our son will be able to use for a good, long time.
and if i get half as much post-partum help as i am being offered, i just may be able to get a nap AND a shower! score!!!
and the piece de resistance? my wonderful mother, for what may be the very first time in my life, got me the one thing i really wanted for christmas. oh, trust me, she always meant well… but being a dirt-loving tomboy, and a messy and creative child, the collectible gifts she gave me every year for as long as i can remember have all been broken. i gleefully ripped the glued-on wigs of many a porcelain doll(each one valued at $50-$100) to see what dolls hair went best with which painted-on shoes. fine lace and velvet frocks were lost. many of the girls didn’t make it out of their trysts and adventures with their hands and feet intact- i think one young lady even lost a nose. and those were just in the first 14 years of my life. the bi-monthly moves i made between the years of 2007-2009 sent many of the remaining fractured pretties crashing into the garbage bin(sorry, mom…i tried to tell you i wanted art supplies!). the few salvageable items i managed to mercy, i eventually gave to my sister- she shares my mom’s affection for lovely, collectible things one can put on a shelf or in a glass case and marvel at how much it might be worth one fine day.
so, i have kept you in suspense, long enough, dear reader. my sweet mother, after years of exasperation never knowing what to get me, simply asked me what i wanted this year. my answer? a juicer.
and let me tell you folks, in these final days of pregnancy, when i barely leave the house (there’s still so much to do!), you can find me polishing up my juicer like some men polish their ferraris. seriously. i love the damn thing. honeyman and i began our juicing adventure on new years eve, and we haven’t felt better. we now have more veggies in our bellies than ever before, and i worry less about getting good nutrition in those first weeks postpartum (in all of his beautiful ability, the honeyman is not a cook!). and i get super excited when i see all of that luscious, soft pulp going into the compost to become nutrient-rich soil come the spring. oh, sure, i could bake with it- and someday i plan to- but for now, the idea of building fertile earth right from my kitchen into my backyard makes me giddier than a soccer mom on black friday. our garbage, and even our recycling, is drastically reduced. we make half a press of coffee rather than a full one. nothing smells in our fridge, and no produce gets left behind- even the things we don’t normally like taste great when juiced with apples and oranges! the honeyman and i get 3-4 servings of vegetables before we’ve even fried our morning eggs. and i look ahead to the spring, when the eggs we eat will be from our own backyard, and with a baby on my back, i will sow the seeds of sustainability, right here in my own home.
my morning kitchen
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