They call it an estimated due date. Yet after 40 weeks of responding to seemingly endless “When are you due?” inquiries, one does tend to put more weight than is strictly prudent on said date. For us, yesterday was that day. September 3rd. The great Response. But instead of having a baby (in fairness, only 5% of women give birth on their due date), I spent the day tidying up for the umpteenth time and engaging in a bit of light pruning. I’m fairly sure that in my case, the so called “nesting” period right before labor will be difficult to recognize since I’ve already been spied on a step-stool, scrubbing the bathroom ceiling. Yeah.
At any rate, I thought this might be a good time to give you a look at a project I recently completed for the nursery. Designed on a whim, and completely hand-sewn, this little mobile … Continue reading
Undeniably, there is a certain gravitas to the hugely pregnant belly. It demands respect by virtue of its very existence, its ponderous curvature. It exudes an aura of eminent, profound transition, as a physical manifestation of this ever changing life.
I am fortunate enough to count among my close friends two unbelievably talented photographers, who honored Jacob and I with the gift of maternity photos. Though I have rarely felt less photogenic, I am eternally grateful for their kindness in documenting this incredible time for us.
This first set of photos is from the incomparably lovely and ridiculously accomplished Mercia Moseley.
After suffering through the majority of a summer that has blistered the Northwest with record high heat, we finally bit the bullet and bought a pass to our local outdoor swimming pool. Good gracious, I can’t imagine why we waited so long. (Until now, I’ve been surviving solely … Continue reading
There are periods, things, events in life that overwhelm me with their significance to the point that I find myself utterly lost for words, unable to distill the sheer immensity, depth, complexity into a finite collection of letters. Our wedding was such an event. The past seven months of pregnancy have been such a time. Now in my eighth month, I can feel this time drawing to a close and I know I will kick myself in the future if I don’t attempt to give it even the most fleeting description here. So forgive this vain attempt, this rambling yet also inadequate pass at something resembling an account.
Though I am a trained doula, and though I have educated myself ad nauseam on the subjects of pregnancy and birth, there are pieces that can only be truly understood when they occur in ones own body. I couldn’t have imagined the … Continue reading
Incredibly, amazingly today marks five years since I began dizzy swallows! Five!
By way of commemorating the occasion, here is the very first post. My, how things have changed (and not just my taste in music)! Speaking of music, this classic has been filling my days of late. Thought you might enjoy as well.
Thank you so much for coming on this journey with me! And especially those of you who have been here since the beginning. What a joy!
More soon. Xxxx
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Hello darlings. I hope you are well and enjoying the warmth of spring! Things have quietly been humming along here. My prized peonies have started to bloom, the days are fast approaching the timbre of early summer, and at nearly 26 weeks my belly now resembles a soccer ball stuffed under my shirt (if soccer balls could kick).
One of my favorite spoils of this time of year are the firm, ruddy stalks of rhubarb gracing the farmer’s market bins. A few days ago I went on something of a rhubarb baking binge, transforming several pounds into a pot of silky compote and one fluffy clafoutis.
My normally sure fingers seem to be suffering the brunt of the fabled pregnancy clumsiness, and for the first time in memory egg met floor whilst I was cooking.
The results where nonetheless scrumptious, with that tangy, hearty, sweet bite that only rhubarb can … Continue reading