Posts Tagged "babies"

Rewired: Mama brain

Posted by on Oct 20, 2012 in Lisa and Mike dialogues | 4 comments

Rewired: Mama brain

It’s baby bath time. I’m sitting on the toilet lid. Mike is perched on a small stool. Dominic is sitting in his little plastic tub, playing. As Mike and I are chatting, Dominic tries to squeeze water out of his toy duck, fails, and lets out a sudden, shrill screech of rage and frustration that is loud enough to be heard in China. Me: “Dominic!! Really! Totally unnecessary.” Mike: “Dominic, every time you make that sound you take ten minutes off your mama’s life because she thinks you’re being eaten by vultures. You’re right here, she can see you, and it still makes her think...

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The belly is growing, the brain shrinking

Posted by on Jul 4, 2011 in Pregnancy | 4 comments

The belly is growing, the brain shrinking

If you’ve emailed or otherwise tried to communicate with me during the last ten days and I haven’t gotten back to you, my sincere apologies. If it’s any consolation, you’re not the only one. Just in the last 24 hours, three of my friends have had to hassle me to furnish them with needed information. It seems that my brain and mental bandwidth is shrinking in inverse proportion to my still-expanding belly. And if you’re wondering how big that belly might be now (and, consequently, how small my brain)… an octogenarian with a walking stick offered to get up off a public bench today...

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Going it solo in childbirth classes

Posted by on Jun 6, 2011 in Pregnancy | 41 comments

Going it solo in childbirth classes

I haven’t been blogging as much as usual lately, I know. This is partly because Mum and Dad refuse to get a puppy, despite my constant pestering, so I am without cute puppy stories to share. And it’s partly because Mum and Dad don’t seem to want me to put up stories about them, so I am without entertaining parental stories. But mostly it’s been because I’ve been tired, tired, tired. I’m now feeding the baby extra iron and calcium every day and hopefully that’ll help on the fatigue front. So I went to my first childbirth class yesterday. Alone. Reminding myself that plenty of...

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A baby-shaped hole in my heart

Posted by on May 31, 2011 in Pregnancy | 42 comments

A baby-shaped hole in my heart

Last night, after I got up to visit the bathroom for the third time, the baby woke up and started squirming. Then he got the hiccups. I lay there in the dark with my hand on my belly – feeling those small, rhythmic twitches just underneath my fingertips – and thought about how it was impossible now to forget, even for a minute, that I am pregnant. Twenty years ago I remember wondering why miscarriages were quite such a big deal. After all, my teenaged self puzzled, the baby hadn’t even been born yet. How could you grieve over something that never was? It was, I now know, an epic failure...

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Happy times in Vang Vieng

Posted by on Apr 23, 2011 in Life in Laos | 10 comments

Happy times in Vang Vieng

So in an effort to suck the marrow out of life (and because we’re both sort of convinced that we will never have another holiday once the baby comes) Mike and I are taking an Easter weekend road trip here in Laos. We definitely don’t fall into the category of people who think that having a baby won’t change things much. If anything, we are too far along the other end of the spectrum. Every time we’ve been on holiday lately we’ve had moments when we’ve looked at each other with fear in our eyes. In Thailand a couple of weeks ago I glanced across at Mike, responsibility-free and...

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Ten good things about boys: Attaining synthetic happiness one gender stereotype at a time

Posted by on Mar 18, 2011 in Posts with photos, Pregnancy | 14 comments

Ten good things about boys: Attaining synthetic happiness one gender stereotype at a time

As we’ve been mulling over the fact that we’re having a boy this week, Mike and I have been talking about all things little boy and little girl. It started right after the first ultrasound. “OK, tell me three good things about little boys,” Mike said to me while we were sitting in the white, tiled hallway of the hospital in Chiang Mai. “Well, you wanted one to start with,” I said, tired, and not really ready to begin processing the news we had just been handed. Mike laughed. “Is that the best you can do?” “Yes,” I said, then pointed to the television on the wall. A news...

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