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I feel like I have a backlog of thoughts waiting to be written.  So today I will attempt to clear some of the brain jam.  Be forewarned, this might end up being quite a long post. Things have been happy.  Things have been sobering.  Things have been difficult.  And things have been hopeful. Read More

In our process of clearing space for baby, we have been giving away a lot of stuff. On Sunday after church service, we set up a little table with two boxes of goodies to give away. Let me first explain this: one of the beautiful things about the people in our congregation is the range of cultures and socio-economic backgrounds represented there. So very quickly, various people we did not know came by and snapped up a whole bunch of our stuff. Watching them find new treasures was a joy.  But it was also tinged with a bit of sadness. You see, some of the items I had bought years ago – I knew both the price I paid for them as well as the sentimental value they carried. So while it was a joy to see peoples’ eyes light up as they found something they needed, I found myself longing to stop them and invite them to sit down so I could tell them the story behind what they were holding. I longed to ask them their name and hear what their story was.  I wished they would appreciate these things as much as I did.  That they would treasure these things as much as I did.

Reflecting on this experience on the way home, I wondered if this is maybe something of what God feels when we revel in His grace and gifts without stopping to thank Him or taking time to hear His heart.  I wondered, too, if this new way of identifying with God was one of the reasons we are encouraged to practice generosity.

His grace afterall is free. But it is also terribly costly.

It’s hard to believe that I’m at 30 weeks – which means there are only 10 weeks to go!  I think my belly has finally hit the point where it’s obvious enough that strangers will ask me when I’m due.  It also seems to be the focal point for most people I interact with.

I was telling T last night that people no longer notice or comment on things that would have been noticed pre-bump.  Things like new glasses (I’ve had them for a month now and only one person has noted it) and the fact that I’m taking advantage of the pregnancy phenomenon of thick and healthy hair (I’m growing it out right now and planning to donate it about a month before I’m due to make wigs for kids with cancer).  Nope, people generally just notice my belly.  Which is fine.  And in a way, I think it is preparing me for the shift of attention away from me once baby arrives.

In other news, these last couple weeks have seen a couple new developments.  I notice that baby has hiccups about twice a day.  And at times, I can feel little protrusions that seem to be baby’s feet or head or some other pointy bit jutting out of my abdomen.  It’s kind of fun to visualize baby in there.

These last few days, I’ve noticed a definite increase in my appetite.  It feels like the first few weeks of pregnancy again – I am constantly eating!  I seem to be shifting toward a new mode of operation where the days and nights roll into each other and are punctuated by eating times.  This, too, is preparation for what’s ahead I suspect.

Anyway, it’s been a while since I posted a photo.  So here’s me at 30 weeks, complete with the new glasses and long, flowing hair.  ;)  Can you spot the emerging belly button?

Last night at our second prenatal class, we covered the first stage of labour.  The instructor taught us a few positions we could assume and some breathing patterns we could use to help us make it through the contractions.  I can’t say I look forward to the pain.

Something that struck me though was her explanation of how birth pain is purposeful pain.  In the process of pain, endorphin is released that actually helps the woman feel less pain.  And did you know that during the contractions, a woman’s body releases a chemical that calms the baby?  This allows baby to be born wide-eyed, calm and open to taking in the world in his/her first hours.  So although what I will be feeling is pain, lots of other stuff will be happening in my body for both mine and the baby’s good.

I find it interesting that somehow, knowing that pain serves a greater purpose gives me courage to enter into that unpleasant experience.  That somehow, it makes it more worth it.

On a side note, baby is amazingly squirmy these days.  Or maybe I just feel the squirming more.  =)  This morning, it felt like baby was practicing tai bo against my internal organs.  I found myself praying that God would help baby turn around.  T encouraged me with this beatitude:  Blessed are they who feel pummeled from the inside, for theirs will be a beautiful child.  It helped to remember that I am blessed.

Oh, and I passed the glucose screening test.  Yay for no gestational diabetes.  =)

Last Monday, we attended our first prenatal class.  Most of it was introduction, meeting the instructor and the other eleven couples in the class, and going over what to expect in the next five classes.  During one part of the class, we watched a DVD about the third trimester and in it, they mentioned the tendency for pregnant women to “nest” – that is, to sort through and rearrange the house incessantly in preparation for the baby.

T and I chuckled when we watched that segment because that’s what I’ve started to do the last couple weeks or so.  For one, I swapped out our beloved set of beautiful black and blue stoneware dishes (that were originally gifts from our wedding registry – *sniff*) for light, practical and durable plain white Corelle dinnerware.  I figured once the baby arrives, I’m going to have to learn to do things with one hand and heavy, breakable stoneware just isn’t conducive to that.

I’ve also harvested all the basil, oregano and rosemary that I’d been growing and replaced them with lower-maintenance plants.

And the other night, we went through our bookshelves and weeded out the books and other papers that we don’t want to keep.

At this point, making room for the baby (and all the baby’s stuff) seems of utmost importance to us.  As I reflect on this time of “making space,” I am reminded of the line in the Christmas carol Joy to the World that says, “Let every heart prepare Him room.”  And I realize that this time of preparation, of clearing the clutter and creating a hospitable place for our baby is akin to the Christian season of Advent, where for four weeks before Christmas, people set aside time to anticipate and welcome the coming of Jesus.  So I guess while the traditional Advent is four weeks long, our little “Advent” of sorts is 12 weeks (or maybe it’s more like 40 weeks?).

Over the course of my 8 year career, I have sometimes thought about quitting my job in search for a better one (this usually happens when I’m super stressed or super bored). I found myself thinking about finding new work this past summer and asked myself, “What would be my ideal workplace to work in?”
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I’m learning to incorporate this phrase into my vocabulary:  “[fill in the blank] can wait.”  Today, it’s the laundry. You see, usually, Monday’s are my grocery and laundry days.  But after getting groceries this morning and spot cleaning our irritatingly dirty floor this afternoon, I’m wiped.  And since sleep at night has been hit and miss, naptime calls.  So the laundry can wait.

Tonight, we are heading to our very first prenatal class (session one of six).  We don’t really know what to expect.  The only instructions we got were to dress comfortably and bring a pillow…  Although I must say, I am looking forward to meeting some other people who live in our area and are due around the same time as us.  I’ll keep you posted on how it goes!

But if I am to be remotely attentive tonight, I must get some sleep.  So I shall bid you adieu for now and say hello to my pillow.  =)

At lunch today, as T and I were eating at home, I suddenly felt on onset of dizziness.  I thought to myself, This is strange, I was feeling fine just a second ago, how is it that I feel so unstable all of a sudden?  And then I realized it was an earthquake!  I was relieved that it was the earth and not my body that was out of balance.

This past week, my parents came to visit us.  It was the first time they got to see me pregnant.  My mom had fun talking to baby in my belly.  She also spoiled me with new shoes and a couple of beautiful cardigans that will be perfect for the autumn/winter.  Oh, and a super-cute maternity/nursing pajama set.  And my dad and I had fun comparing belly sizes.  We even took a couple pictures.

My mom also helped me sort through 4 boxes of baby clothes that one of T’s cousins generously lent us.  The newborn pieces really are so small and cute!  Can’t wait to use them.  =)

On Wednesday evening, we went with my parents to tour the hospital where I will be delivering baby.   There were maybe another 7 couples there as well.  I think my belly was the smallest by far.  Either we’re eager beavers and took the tour really early in our pregnancy, or I’m just carrying small.  I couldn’t tell.  Anyway, it was quite informative and I’m glad we went.  I got pretty thirsty and tired by the end of the tour though.  And that night, I dreamt that I gave birth and had to wander the halls holding my newborn in search of something to drink.  Ha.

In other news, my nausea and food aversions seem to have abated.  So the chicken ban has not been reinstated.  That’s good news.

Fatigue and weepiness are still hanging around.  I spent most of today sleeping and only changed out of my pjs at 4pm.  I’ve been finding it super hot this week and that’s added to the inability to get good sleep.  Thankfully, I’ve been managing to get solid deep sleep in 1-hour increments.  Training for when baby arrives?  I think so.

Anyway, saw this cartoon that depicts my situation pretty accurately.  Enjoy.  =)

And without fanfare or warning, four first-trimester chums are back in town.

Hello again fatigue, nausea, food aversions and weepiness. I have to say, I have not missed you.  From what others tell me, you’ve come to re-visit us because baby’s growing and taking up more room, my stomach’s getting squished and my hormones are running amok.  And I shouldn’t expect you four to leave until the baby is born.  That’s just excellent.

I find it amazing that for about a minute when I first wake up, I feel refreshed.  And then whomp, fatigue, you find me and I want to curl up and sleep the day away.  Except I can’t seem to sleep very long before my bladder sounds the alarm and I’m forced to get up.

I’ve been told that eating smaller meals should help me cope with you, nausea.  Well, that’s what I did for lunch today and nope, still feel gross.  Something tells me vitamins are going to be a chore again and the chicken ban is going to come back into full effect.

The worst part is that I’m hungry all the time.  Sigh.

As for you, weepiness, you’re just there ready to dole out the tears whenever you fancy.  Even cartoons make me cry these days.

Anyway, I guess I have no choice but to try to be hospitable to you four for now.  Fighting you would simply be a waste of energy.  Just remember, your stay will end in due time and you will have to move on.

Today marks 27 weeks in my pregnancy, which according to some, is the start of the third and final trimester.  Baby and I celebrated today by getting a glucose screening test done.  A dear friend of mine was kind enough to accompany us for the 1 hour test during which my blood was drawn, I drank “the drink”, waited for an hour and had my blood drawn again.  It was a screening test to see if my body was processing sugar correctly – if not, it would mean that I might have gestational diabetes (diabetes of the pregnant woman type).

When the lab technician asked me whether I had ever had “the drink” before, I told her, “No, I haven’t.  But I have heard much about ‘the drink‘!”  It made her laugh.  She then offered me the choice of orange or plain flavour.  I opted for the orange.

“The drink” came in a little plastic bottle, refrigerated.  The technician said I had 5 minutes to down the whole thing.  I had been told that it would be incredibly sweet and pretty nasty tasting.  So I braced myself for the worst.

It was…  fine.

I finished it in less than a minute and thought to myself, I wonder if this is the same drink everyone else talks about?

I told the technician that if you’ve ever had to drink chinese medicine, this was nothing.  Chinese medicine is bitter and tastes like dirt.  This at least was sweet and citrus-y.

Conclusion?  Taste is relative.  When you’ve had something truly hard to swallow, the rest is surprisingly tolerable.  Here’s to the final three months!