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On the Brink

We’re hunkering down into pre-baby mode, here, so this will probably be my last post before you are inundated with close-up shots of teeny-tiny fingers and toes (aaahhhh!) and my inevitable complaints about leaky boobs (aaahhh!). We are nervous (eek, the sleepless nights!), and excited, and anxious (David’s been honing his swaddling skills), and excited, and curious (boy or girl? Which sister will s/he resemble the most?), and, you guessed it, so, so SO excited. The baby is coming. THE BABY IS COMING. My pregnancy with Saoirse took forever, as I suppose first pregnancies do, and she was only two days late. The Friday before I went into labor, I had off work, so spent a leisurely afternoon at a bookstore paging through fashion magazines and drinking decaf lattes (can you tell that it was our first child? Where did I have all this time??). I tacked the last of the wall decorations onto the nursery walls (because of course that wasn’t completed yet), and went out with David for Mexican food. I remember getting stuck in the restaurant booth between the seat and the table and nearly fainting from…

Melodrama, Meet Your Match

We just had a little thing called SonofaGun Sandy blow through these parts. Or is that DaughterofaGun? Sandy was a girl, right?  Either way, that storm was nothing short of terrifying, and we’re far from the coast. Our thoughts and prayers continue to be with those–people we know, those we don’t, friends and family of our friends and family among them–still suffering as I write. I’m 31 weeks pregnant. Thirty-one. THIRTY-ONE. I give birth in exactly two months. That’s crazy, I know. I can’t wrap my head around it either. The baby was measuring in at a solid four pounds, 12 ounces at my ultrasound last week (if that sounds big it’s only because I made this cranberry-and-apple cake the morning before the storm hit [have to have provisions, after all], and may have eaten most of it by the time the last gust of wind blew across our front porch. Don’t look at me like that. That cake was pretty good).  I’ve been so, so tired lately. It could be the fact that I&#8217…