All is well

It's raining again. I swear, it is NEVER GOING TO STOP. People say, "Oh, you're from Seattle, you must be used to the rain!" But not rain like this. Not heavy, relentless, mind-numbing rain, the kind that makes you think you must get about building that ark and collecting two of every species.

It was not raining yesterday when I left work deliciously early, picked up my husband downtown and dashed over to the doctor's office to see if the baby was still in there. AND IT IS. I may have teared up a little because you guys, it has been a hard couple of weeks. If it wasn't the random twingy weirdness freaking me out, it was the hearing the blood rush through my body or the not sleeping or the catatonic TV watching or the dependency on Valium and chianti to make the heart pounding go away. My doctor was the perfect combination of "whatever, that's normal, don't worry about it" and "I am taking you very seriously and I totally understand why this is frightening." Best of all she did not act like I was a hysterical neurotic when I told her about the anxiety, and did not say anything like, "Oh, lots of women get anxious about pregnancy" or "Yes, everyone gets nervous", because I am not anxious about being pregnant, I am anxious because my brain chemistry is jacked up and I hope to God my baby has absolutely no idea that I only got three hours of sleep the other night.

So isn't that nice? This baby thing feels a smidge more real. Last night I was reading this super bizarre article in Wired (seriously, it is bizarre) while Phillip rocked out on Guitar Hero and for a split second I wondered where we would put a bouncy seat in our tiny living room. A BOUNCY SEAT. This from the girl who is going around telling everyone how anti-plastic she is, and how she doesn't want anyone to give her that crap and the last thing that's going to clutter up her pretty little townhouse is heaps of pastel plastic baby stuff. You know. Like BOUNCY SEATS.

We now get to schedule the 18-20 week ultrasound (aka the Big ultrasound) which means I will get to find out if I'm having a boy or a girl for Christmas. My mind is blown. (FYI: I am 99% certain we are having a boy. This is because there are no girls in Phillip's family. There are barely any girls in my family. My sister-in-law tells me that the Cheung men "don't know how to make girls". And I will be super thrilled if it's a boy, not least because I am scared of having a girl, but that's another post entirely.)

It's getting hard to concentrate on anything. Not that I was good at concentrating before, but with the baby and the weather and the fact that I have one week ONE WEEK! before I go on vacation, I don't feel like doing much. Except tooling around travel websites and deciding which musicals I want to see in London, because Phillip and I decided to stay two nights in London and that means TWO MUSICALS. At least. One more, if I can fit in a matinee. Poor Phillip. He is all, "British Museum! Hyde Park! Tea!" and I am all, "Ashlee Simpson is playing Roxie in Chicago!" Oh... I feel an ohmygoshIloveLondonsomuchohwaitletmetellyouaboutVenicetooandthenoohFlorence! post coming on, which means it's time for me to sign off and lobby the boss to close the office before it starts to flood.

Kisses! Have a good weekend.

Comments

[Jenn]

I'm glad your doctor's appointment went well and the rain, well, all I can say is hot damn, I hope it dries up soon for you!

[Jennifer]

I'm so like you with the guache colors and the plastic and the baby stuff---but let me tell you my best friend's garish plastic vibrating fisher price aquarium bouncy seat would stop any baby from crying instantaneously. I really think it might be charmed.

When I saw it's effectiveness I realized that I was going to have a lot of garish plastic CRAP all over my house and I was going to LIKE it. LOL

NEED it even.

Can't wait to hear tales of your travels.

Did you know that The Wedding Singer is now a Broadway Muscial? I am going to go see it in February.

[Maureen]

I am constantly amazed at how much STUFF one tiny person manages to strew about the apartment despite the fact that he JUST LIES THERE. How can he need so much stuff? It is incredible. Item: we got FOUR bouncy seats at my showers. I returned one so far. One is in use, and one was not purchased at Babies R Us so I don't know where to return it. But I recommend the bouncy seat because then you can take a shower. Actually, now that I think about it, the exersaucer is the key to shower-taking because they hold mobile children hostage. You can actually stick the infant any old place; he's not going anywhere.

Congratulations on your baby's clean bill of health!

[Angela]

**This is me sending you subliminal messages through the computer screen wickedwickedwickedwickedwickedwicked*

Hey, did you know Wicked recently opened in London? Wicked, starring Idina Menzel who won a Tony for creating the role of Elphaba? Wicked, that I would quite possibly sell you BOTH of my kidneys if you got me a signed playbill.

You know, not that it really matters... ;)