Good Samaritan is lookin' Good!

Last night Kevin and I toured Good Samaritan's "Special Deliveries Unit".  I've decided that their take on the baby section is way better than the daunting title of "Maternity Ward" (Hello, ward is the root of warden, right?).  While it wasn't the time to make friends with fellow 2011 baby parents, it did prove to be a nice couples experience for just the two of us (definitely not for the "Excuse me, I'm trying to listen here" Grandma's stern words to the sassy chatters in the cesarian section recover room/Bunny Suits storage room...yes, that was our favorite part:  seeing a sign for "Bunny Suits"!).  I must say that while I always envisioned being at Good Sam with "views of the water" ::aah:: the only two rooms that did have views weren't totally zen and I believe that I just may prefer to be in a sideline room come December.  The waiting area section for family was casual and comfortable-looking so the text of sharing excitement went out to Rachel and Mom while eating a yummy Aleyda's Mexican dinner.

This blog entry cannot end without explaining the view that was most impressionable from the outing:  Leaving through the main hospital entry/exit to Good Samaritan.  It is such a beautiful view.  We both agreed that this first sight of the outdoors, and Baby D's home county, is perfect.  It will be sad if I manage to not snap a photo of it for scrapbooking and sharing when we're there in the coming months for the baby classes.  Aah, West Palm Beach!   

Marital Quarantine

quarantine |ˈkwôrənˌtēn|

noun

a state, period, or place of isolation in which people or animals that have arrived from elsewhere or been exposed to infectious orcontagious disease are placed : many animals die in quarantine.

(say's the dictionary).

I see no other way to politely include this entry then to elaborate on the last excerpt that included a note about the additional blood pumping through my system.  Perhaps I'm too devoted to the fleeting thought of promising to be "just as candid as these authors" when reading others' accounts of having a baby in their womb.  Oh, well, half of them being doctors isn't going to reign me back from being a resolute blogger.  Here goes nothing:  

The long and short is that requesting "rougher" can lead to "No Adult Playtime for You".  Who cares about soup, this isn't fun when you've got undue amounts of lively zest and energy!  I think I now understand what being "...for the birds" means when the doc prescribes no sex.  Everyone says it's healthy.  Bum deal.  My husband and I figuratively sat in the corner and counted down the days until the timeout session was over.  Let me tell you that absence does make the heart grow fonder.  In the end this little doctoral wager over my health stance was unwarranted.  I WAS FINE!  Gut instinct (or bl*#d-and-guts in this case...well maybe no guts...) said that I was fine.  Urged brain power told me to call the medical professional.  When an entire 9-month process is literally broken down into weeks, two of them is a true chunk of the goal.  Either way, it's good to know that all is well everywhere.  Now if I could just work on the real threats like learning how to not sleep on my back...

P.S.-  Am I a bashful American for second-guessing the keyed letter order of "s", "e", "x"?  Or perhaps just a little bit too loyal product of the Protestant Faith and Catholic school system?  Should it have been that blush-inducing?  I mean, that it where the baby came from, right?  Always the questions...

Pregnancy Makes Me Dance!

I think that all of this additional blood pumpage is roughing through my system like musical tunes in a club.  I am half surprised that we (you & me babes) have not been caught mid-dance by a realtor yet!  Give me a slow tune and I think that I'm mimicing the grace of a seasoned ballerina who knows The Blues.  Play me some Power 96 booty music and, well, it's safe to say that you're getting a free bounce-house experience!  Tonight I was reliving my "To Gainesville Dance Mix" CD circa 2000 playlist (that was still in the disc player from your father's request this past weekend to hear, well, we won't recount the track- just ask me about my Chicago Teach America trip when you're older if you really want to know).  In any event, it turns out that my James Brown track wasn't quite turned down as I pulled into our parking lot.  Good stuff though as a neighbor and I connected over the amazing necessity for that music in the world.  I'm happy that he momentarily relived some good Chicago memories of his own from hearing "Baby!  I'm ready to get up and do my thing!".

We're having a Baby!!!

Today I (we) went to the dentist for the first time since being pregnant.  Greetings from both an excited and belly-scoping receptionist and Cristina my dental assistant were fun!  And, how fabulous was the teeth-cleaning chair?!  I imagined that I was at the spa- reclining in the comfy and leg-lifting chair, closing my eyes to relax, and having my mouth massaged.  Aah!  It was fun.  I was very thankful that I wasn't asked questions that required tool-filled mouthy answers amid the saliva-swasher!  Before I left Christina and I discussed when Baby D should first visit her.  Turns out it's not until age four but routine visits with my child by my side are recommended so that they're "used to" the dental chair and office.  How cute.  

Oh, sidenote, and the friendliest men behind the lunch counter at Greenwise made a delicious rueben sandwich for me today.  Yum!  So good!

This is it!

Just a note at the exaggerated glee that was bouncing out of me this morning- I CAN'T WAIT TO MEET BABY D!  The scenario all feels real and Kevin and I will actually have a child of our own and, for the first time, it all feels real.  I am so excited with our big, new reality!  How exciting!!

Certainly it helps that the following firsts have happened:

1.  Barbara Angiuli, Cousin Caryn and Sister Wendy all mailed gifts- baby books!

2.  We've actually been telling people and it's not felt super "secret/hush-hush"!

3.  Customer Luly squealed, widened arms and said, "Well now I'm just going to have to check out your belly each time that I come in here to see how you look!" (sidebar:  referencing my midsection as a belly actually doesn't remind me of Santa's jelly jiggling.  I imagine I should fully embrace this exceptional reason why?  ;)

4.  My mom and I have been having fun, girly conversations about baby furniture and baby stuff.  The countdown is on!

5.  My husband and I actually sat down and ended up having a most-fun, interactive conversation about the name of our December Baby.  Wee!  He threw out a name that I Love and he liked too (very big deal)!

Despite these wild, explicit and disturbing dreams sidelining my constant self-reprimand of waking up on my back- this is a most-amazing time and I am So Very Excited.  I'm in love all over again.

And, my husband is still the most amazing man whom I cherish and adore.

Buenos Dias

This morning has been fun (with playful work send-offs to your father), productive (by getting out the door to greet the day earlier than usual), fulfilling (in leaving a thoughtful book on your Grandmother's kitchen counter with a note on it as she has always done) and thought-provokingly sad.  The latter is from a concerned call from your Grandfather.  He is worried about his Mom.  Your Great-Grandma Eggen has been living in Noreen McKeen, a nursing home. 

As I sat beside her bed, so focused on her that the sound of yet another nurse giving me a play-by-play on her night was drowned out, I thought about how her eyes were gently closed.  Not far from my mind is how we'll all be gathered in her honor sometime in the future.  I believe that you, Baby, won't have the opportunity to meet her, my Grandma Eggen.  I've resolved myself to understand that this is how life's course runs itself and I'm okay with that.  Hopefully I'm good enough at recounting the memories of your Great Grandma Eggen and Great Grandma & Grandpa Testa well.  Family is special and they have played apart in making you a bit of who you are today too.  Memories and moments are important.  Cherish them always.

Even though my hand was holding Grandma's as she lay in bed, I had to review the clock as it's a work day.  It was 9:33 and it stuck with me.  I wondered how many times in 80 + years my Grandmother had experienced the time of 9:33 as it came and went.  Seemingly inconsequental, I realized that it's still a minute of life.  Now Grandma was winding down, and I wondered how many "9:33's" she, I and everyone has looked over and not thought much of in our daily life.  I hope that I learn to better appreciate the time that I have here even if I am in a hurry or "looking for something to do".  The minutes will never be given back so they should be made to last.  I hope that you realize that early on.

As my thoughts of worry for The Eggen Family coping with this stress, time's shortness and life's importance were moving through my head, I was interrupted by a stranger.  "Buenos dias!" and a smail came my way in the Downtown parking lot.  I'm glad for that.  Thriving off of little moments are happy.  Knowing that is even better.

Love.