Archive for the ‘pregnancy’ Category

Baby Elliott: The Last Pre-Partum Post

Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010

I’m being induced tonight.

I’m being induced tonight.

I’m being induced to– Nope. No matter how many times I see/say/think it. It still doesn’t feel real. (more…)

Week 36: Checkup Drama and More

Monday, May 17th, 2010

It’s the beginning of the end, now. I woke up last Monday morning to find Elliott’s feet firmly planted under my ribs. The only reason he could pull that off was because he’d dropped into his pre-launch position. This is both a good and bad thing. (more…)

Week 35: “Are You Ready Yet?”

Monday, May 3rd, 2010

I am not squeamish. I do not shy away from stories about pregnancies/labor where things have gone horribly wrong just because i’m pregnant and it might “jinx” something. i may jokingly cover my belly when someone talks about colic or other new-baby drama, but i don’t really think they’re giving Elliott any ideas. you can pretty much talk about any aspect of pregnancy/parenthood around me and i’m cool with it.

what i’m not cool with is any version of the following question/comment: (more…)

Current Mantra: WWSMD?

Thursday, April 15th, 2010

I’m running into a new problem as I get deeper into my third trimester: I’m the pregnant mother of a toddler.

I know, duh, right? Well, amid all the focus on being a healthy baby carrier, prep for Elliott’s debut, and occasional freak outs about being a mother of two, being a pregnant mom gets lost in the shuffle. Even when it’s an issue (surprise! you can’t hold your daughter on your lap and put on her shoes anymore!), it’s usually something with an obvious solution. (more…)

How Am I? I’m Pregnant

Monday, April 5th, 2010

People keep asking me how I’m feeling (the nerve!) and until recently, I’ve been struggling with how to answer. Since Easter Sunday was an opportunity for several family members who don’t often see me to check in on my pregnancy, I got lots of practice trying out my favorite answer.


Week 26: Checkup++

Wednesday, March 10th, 2010

Week 26 was a big one for both Elliott and me. Our monthly doctor’s visit included not only routine testing and “howre you doing?” chat with the doc, but a sonogram and a standard 1 hour glucose tolerance test. How’d we do? Elliott passed with flying colors. Me? Not so much.


Where the Heck Did My Second Trimester Go?

Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010

Pregnancy math is a weird thing. I always have “trouble” with date math to begin with since something that is “a week from today” can be considered both 7 and 8 days away (or even 6 if you want to count just the days between today and a week from today). Pregnancy terms make it worse. “Everyone” knows you’re pregnant for 9 months, even it’s really 40 weeks. But the first two weeks don’t count because you’re not pregnant, and the next two hardly count because you’re not late yet, so sometimes you can be almost two “months” into being pregnant before you realize that you are. Which means that 20 weeks, while mathematically the half-way point, doesn’t hardly feel like it and makes the second “half” seem to take extra, extra long.

And let’s talk about that “week” thing, shall we? People always ask how many weeks along you are. It’s tough to answer. I get emails from various sites on a near-daily basis giving me updates on how I might be feeling, what fun new complications being pregnant may have recently caused, how the baby’s growing, and of course, how I should invest thousands of dollars in cord blood banking and start stocking up on diapers right away. They all have a different idea about what week I’m in, even though i’ve given them all the same due date. How do you define when a week starts? I know that on Friday, I will be at 26 weeks, meaning that I’ve completed 26 full weeks of being pregnant. Today, however, most everyone agrees that I’m “in my 26th week”, even though I’m really “at” 25weeks and 5 days. Some sites started me on “week 26″ emails as early as last Saturday (25w1d). Some seem to wait until you’re in the middle of the week (as if the 26th week extends from 25w4d to 26w3d.

Is any of it the end of the world? Of course not. So why am I ranting about this?


What’s In A Name?

Saturday, February 6th, 2010

We’re having trouble finding a middle name for Elliott.

Who’s Elliott, you ask?

Oh, right. That’s the name of the fetus formerly known as Squirt. We kind of love the name, and in struggling for a good middle name to accompany it, we’ve pretty much ruled out the possibility of scrapping it and starting from scratch. I call him Elliott more often than I call him Squirt, and any number of “we’re keeping it to ourselves for now” decisions have been ruined by my off-handed “Whatcha doing in there, Elliott?” remarks when he starts wiggling around.

There’s only one problem with his name: finding the right middle name to accompany it. Right now, “Michael” is in the lead, but it’s a default “I guess that’ll work” sort of lead. That’s lame. Nobody wants to tell his 4th grade class that he got his middle name because his parents couldn’t be bothered to try harder.

Besides the obvious “initials that spell trouble” issue, Elliott has a few more complications.

Elliott’s first and last names have 3 syllables each, so a one-syllable middle name is ideal. Two will work if it’s the right sort of two and we’ve discovered that the more clipped or staccato-sounding, the better. Phonically, Elliot flows and the stops, while Stephenson “stops” then flows. If you put to much more “flowing” syllables in the middle, his name sound extra long.

Elliott, with its syllabic density and “fancy French-ness” needs a strong, no-frills middle name. It has to have a similar agelessness as well. Cole or Jacob might sound okay otherwise, but are just too trendy to pair well. (Yes, I’m aware Jacob may be the oldest name ever, but it’s super-hip right now, so no).

We’ve entertained both “Ryan” and “Robert” as middle-name candidates and they pass both the “sounding good” and “no bad initials” tests. The problem is that we either are the people who name their children after family members or we aren’t, and we don’t think we are. Plus, when we’re being extra cross with Elliott, nobody wants punish someone else’s names. “No family name” rules out other decent candidates like “Paul,” “Richard,” “Arthur,” and “Alan” as well. And while we’re at it, that means close friends, too. “Mark” and “James” are other likely-but-inelligable names.

We briefly tried to be entertaining, figuring if we couldn’t find something that fit, we could find something that was at least entertaining or interesting. We looked at just initials. Ryan suggested a number, possibly the day he’s born, and then spelling out the number for the name. “Elliott Twelve Stephenson” just doesn’t work for me.

The greatest idea we had, that’s sadly something I might do to character in a book, but not to my own children, was “spelling” the middle initial. Think about it. If you were the sort of person who liked messing with folk’s expectations, how much fun could you have with this?

“What’s your full name?”
“Elliot Sea Stephenson.”
“What’s the C stand for?”
“What C?”

“What are your initials?”
“E. W. S.”
“What’s the W stand for?”

It’s an Abbott & Costello routine just waiting to happen! Sadly, I’m sure it would get old before he even understood what we’d done to him. Kinda brilliant though, since no matter which letter you pick, it going to sound right.

Setting all silliness aside, what we need is:

  • a short name
  • low-frills/strong
  • classic sounding
  • not the name of someone special to us (or, naturally, someone we collectively or individually dislike)
  • doesn’t give him any awful initial issues.

That’s not too much to ask is it?

17 Weeks – What A Big Boy Am I!

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

Wow. What a difference a few weeks makes. In the last two weeks I feel like I’ve become seriously pregnant. The belly looks bigger every day and there’s no question that the little kicks I’m feeling are babe-related. Several times a day (usually after a meal if i get the chance to sit down afterward) he does a little dance letting me know he appreciates the extra fuel.


Baby Squirt: The Quickening

Tuesday, December 8th, 2009

“Quickening” is such a creepy word. It sounds like something out of a horror movie. It’s something zombies do or when sleeper human clones become aware of their true origins. In reality, it means the moment that a pregnant woman first feels the baby moving around inside her. Come to think of it, that’s pretty creepy, too.