WHO’S KNOCKED UP?
I’ll give you one hint: next year’s mid-summer party at the Thomas/Cronen household will NOT take place during the third week of July as usual. We may very well have a prior engagement that weekend at Samaritan Hospital’s birthing unit.
That’s right, after more than 8.5 years of marriage, tenner and I have decided it was about time to add a little one to our menagerie.
I’m 11 weeks along, and my due date is July 19. The science geeks in us are hoping I give birth on July 20, the 40th anniversary of the moon landing, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. There’s a lot of time between July 20 and December 30.
We’re both thrilled, though it is definitely an adjustment to think about being actual parents. I might be 32, but it still feels strange to think of myself as a mother.
So far, the pregnancy is proceeding smoothly. I had all-day nausea for much of December (I equate it to the feeling you get when you eat those questionable leftovers in the back of the fridge that aren’t actually expired, but they aren’t in tip-top shape either). I was too wiped for about three weeks to run, but in the past week the nausea has faded and I’m no longer exhausted. This makes me a happy panda, and I’m sure that tenner is glad to have me back, not just an exhausted shadow person.
We had our first pre-natal checkup in mid-December, and were able to finagle an ultrasound. It was awe-inspiring and mind-blowing to see a little creature swimming around inside me. This is completely and utterly beyond anything in my experience of life to date.
Like my mother, I’ve never been baby-crazy, but I always knew I wanted kids at some point. Now that time has arrived, and it is more than a little discombobulating. Life has subtlely changed, and yet so many things are still the same. I go to work, I come home, I hang out with tenner, I work out, I write. But while I continue the business of everyday life, there’s something big on the horizon. And yet it is still so far away that other than the physical and emotional changes, it is hard to believe how life is going to change. It doesn’t feel possible yet, and still I know from wonderpanther’s amazing LJ record just how comparably fast the time will pass.
2009 looks to be an auspicious and ambitious year. Not only will I be growing our little Tadpole (our pet name for our little one, since until last week he/she had a tail), but we’ll be busy preparing for its arrival. In between, I’ll finish my novel’s second draft and begin the hard push for publication (I’m realistic – it is going to take a while, and I’ll have more than my share of rejections I’m sure. Still, you need a hook- maybe pitching a novel while six months pregnant will leave a lasting impression in editor and agent’s minds. Stranger things have happened).
All kidding aside, 2009 promises wonderful changes. tenner and I certainly have a lot to look forward to!
I am in rock love with the Dresden Dolls. That is all.
Are you working now?
1. Reply and I will write something random about you.
2. I will then tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I will list an article of clothing that I particularly remember as being yours.
4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I will tell you my first memory of you.
6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll then ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. Put this in your journal, or else!
Would you convert for love?
So I read this headline, and my first thought was "What units are we talking here?"
Not much to say, except that the Thomas/Cronen household is currently wearing sweaters, hats, gloves and so on, as our external exhaust fan went kaplooey last night! It was 49 inside when we woke up!
Luckily, the heating fixers are downstairs working their magic as we speak. In the meantime, we're enjoying coffee and the tea biscuits I cooked to heat up the kitchen.
I think our family has a history of heating failures happening the year we move into a house. My parents had their furnace die a week before Xmas (and the relatives' arrival), now this for us. Thank goodness for us it is only the fan!
Anyway, it isn't really a big deal. The biggest thing is that I'm longing to take a shower and I figure I should wait until the ambient temp goes up to say 60. :)
A short note: this is the first year since my father died that things feel normal again. I think my family has finally regrouped and figured out how to have holidays without my father, who really was the impetus behind our celebrations. This year, I'm not lonely or missing being part of a family group. It is a good feeling.
Things are mellow right now. The book research is coming along, and come January the writing begins in earnest. Every day, I learn a bit more about myself and how I work.
One of these days, we'll watch my favorite holiday movie "It's a Wonderful Life". It ALWAYS makes me cry. It just goes to show that it isn't how much money you have that determines your worth, it is how you treat your fellow creatures, and that kindness has a way of coming back around to you when you need it most.
Happy holiday to everyone who reads this. I love you all and hope you find what you are looking for in the coming year.
...I'm not procrastinating. It only looks like it. Really. I swear.
What? No, I'm not surfing the web avoiding my real work. This is research. Research I tell you! Right after this I'll put down my coffee cup, throw out my Sweet Tart wrappers and get to work. I promise. Swear to God.
Right after I check on how Chelone the psycho kitty (saintfuzzball's new kitty cat) is doing, refilling my coffee mug, loading the dishwasher, creating and updating my life goals and...
Uh...well, yes I don't NEED to do those things (except the coffee), but I WANT to...No, I'm not done with the "To Do" for today. I'll get going in JUST ANOTHER MINUTE.
Carp. Double CARP. You got me. I'm delaying. I'll get going on my REAL work now.
Right after I write this LJ entry...
Sad news to report today.
Yesterday morning, Saturday, September 25, between 11-11:30 am, Amber Kitty Thomas died. I found her under her favorite striped chair while bringing her lunch of tuna. Her death was sudden and at home, surrounded by her people and secure in the knowledge that she was loved.
Many of you reading this met Amber at one time or another, and may remember her fluffy fur, her spunkiness and amazing ability to finagle food out of tenner As the years passed and time took its inevitable toll, she nevertheless retained her spunkiness and affection. If will could have kept her alive, Amber would have lived until she was 100.
Amber was my first pet. She came to my family from the street, an abandoned and forgotten kitten. My brother saintfuzzball won Amber's trust and convinced her to follow him back to our house. I remember the first time I saw her sitting on my family's back porch, just hanging out. I was so psyched and excited to have her as a pet. Our parents took a few weeks of convincing, but one night, during a particularly severe July thunderstorm, Mom and Dad agreed to let Amber in out of the rain, and the magic words were uttered "Yes, we can keep her."
(My brother also wrote a wonderful eulogy ...check out his post by searching for saintfuzzball ).
I remember the way that Amber used to regally glide through the dining room, her fluffy tail held high. I remember how she used to hunt the birds in our garden and bring them home as prizes.
I remember helping her deliver and care for her first batch of kittens...she was a new mom and hadn't figured out the whole "staying with your kittens all the time" thing. I kept her near her kitties, lecturing her on being a good mom cat...gotta love a didactic fourth grader!
I remember the time she delivered kittens in the bed next to me. She never had her kittens in the same place twice...once it was under the bed, another time in a chair...she kept us on our toes, that's for sure.
I remember when Amber's kittens when inevitably decided to leave our home and spread their wings, Amber would disappear for a day or two after that. We always figured that she went off to find her babies and make sure that they had settled into to their new lives.
I remember one Christmas break during college when Amber spent the entire break sitting on my lap, purring as I petted her, nudging my hand when I stopped, just to make sure that I didn't forget to start petting her again.
I remember Amber sitting on my father's hospice bed, curled up near his hand so that he could pet her. When he died, she wandered around the house for a few days, looking for him.
After college, tenner and I wanted to get a kitty, but were concerned about adopting a kitten while we were out of the house so much. About that time,
Mom called me to suggest that Jim and I might want to take Amber as our kitty.
We were thrilled, but concerned that bringing a 15 year old kitty across the country might not be worth the trouble. Boy, were we wrong.
Amber completed our family. She gave us someone to spoil and take care of. Someone to come home to when the other human was away at the office. Soon, we found ourselves ever more deeply in love with our tiny 6.5 pound kitty. We learned how she liked to rotate her sleeping spots every few weeks. We learned that when she wanted an extra treat, she would con us into petting her, then would move out of arm reach, down the hallway. It didn't take long for us to realize she was moving us to the kitchen and towards the kitty treats!
It sounds so corny, but Amber was truly a unique kitty cat to me. She was smart, spunky and loving. Even though her last months were difficult, I feel it was well worth it in order to feel that she died at home, near the people who loved her.
Goodbye Amber. I'll miss the whirring sound you make when you woke up. I'll miss your silent meow, and your not-so-silent "give me attention!!!" 4 am meow. I'll miss the way you sat underfoot as I cooked dinner, or the way you sat at the kitchen table, not begging, but expecting a bite of whatever we were eating. I'll miss seeing you curled up on the couch, or in your basket next to the computer. In short, I'll just miss you. 18 eighteen years with you passed so quickly...it was so much and I feel grateful that we had so much time, and yet selfishly I mourn that our time is over.
You now lay in a grave in our backyard, the backyard where you spent your next to last day alive. Next year, we'll plant something over your grave, in memory of you and the wonderful gifts you gave us.
Thank you Amber. We'll miss you.
Dear God, this day will NEVER end…
Years from now, archeologists will find my withered corpse hunched over my keyboard in my cubicle and remark "Specimen appeared to be unable to escape the structure. She was found with her forehead leaning against a device filled with tiny buttons, a pottery jar next to her. Obscure and difficult to translate papers surrounded her, leading us to believe that she was either one of the bureaucratic worker bees that made up the majority of the culture in this time period or was incarcerated in one of the many prison outcroppings that were present during the same time frame."