Monday, December 31, 2012

a snowy dog...

on sunday morning we went snowshoeing with maeve and hobbes.  we had a blast.  o made this video of hobbes loving the snow.  when i watch it i can't help but smile...and get a little teary...this is one happy dog with one great life!

Sunday, December 30, 2012

at seven weeks...

i was determined to write this post before maeve turns 8 (!!!) weeks old...and i did it.  this week has been one of major changes for miss maeve.  her neck is strong and she is constantly looking around.  she is cooing and talking up a storm.  she's focusing on objects, she knows our voices, and she is smiling all the time.  in the past week we've...
visited with family and friends...and celebrated christmas.  we've been working on tummy time...
 we went to flatbread (and scored the couches) during a snowstorm...
 and started regrowing some of the hair we lost.  and look at those big blue eyes...
for me this week has been filled with disbelief at the changes in this sweet girl, lots of feeding, happiness to the point of tears, and some sad tears as i adjust to motherhood.

as i write this o is holding maeve and she's latched on to his nose.  he's laughing like i've never heard him laugh and she's sucking away.  it's feeding time.  my motherly duties call.  got to go!

Friday, December 21, 2012


today marks the day when the nights get a little shorter and the days begin to get longer...minute by minute for the next six month.  phew.  i've loved the coziness of the past month, but we are ready to look out the window and see a bit more daylight.  we celebrated the light by sleeping in, having tea with our friend emma, and watching a documentary.  oh it is so rainy and windy here's been nice to stay local.  o starts at ten day vacation this evening, which feels like a great way to celebrate the solstice!

it's odd to imagine where we'll be six months from now when the days start retreating back.  june 21st.  i would love to think we are taking long walks as a family with hobbes and maeve...chatting about our life as parents and our life as a family.  i hope that o and i are standing firmly and confidently in our parent boots.  i hope that maeve is happy and healthy.  i hope we end the night nestled in the book nook, reading and reading.

photo by christina wnek

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

lots of...

lately there has been lots of dog poking his head through out legs time. and walks in the woods...
and sniffing...
and adorable outfits...
what has there been lots of for you lately?

ladies and babies...

this photo is a bit hard to see, but i love it just the same.  on my mom's 60th birthday on sunday, my dad did a fireworks display.  the ladies with babies got front row seats in a warm and quiet truck.  o took this photo of me, maeve, lila, nell, and caroline from outside the truck...look at us just loving life and the purple boomers.

Monday, December 17, 2012

six weeks...

maeve turned six weeks old today.  we celebrated with a little snowstorm, the paul simon station on pandora, and lots of [fake] smiles...followed by spit up.

today this sweet baby wanted to be held a lot, which i ate up.  we spent lots of time in bed, in the rocking chair, and in the baby bjorn.  we ventured out for my six week check-up, but i could have stayed in the house all day.  hobbes was a little under the weather today, so we had a fuzzy companion close by.

my favorite part of today was when we were bopping around in the living room listening to music.  when the song don't worry, be happy by bobby mcferrin came on i couldn't help but smile...and then cry.  i cried because this little girl puts it all in perspective.  she makes my world right.  she somehow makes me make sense.  without being able to speak a word, she teaches me how these days are best spent...bundled and cozy, together at home, living in the moment, thinking about what matters, with a dog close by, and with constant reminders that in this world we depend so much on others.

Thursday, December 13, 2012


in the past five weeks we've been showered with a way i never imagined.

we get sweet emails and texts.  there are weekly visits from grandparents.  christina has come over to take beautiful pictures of sweet maeve many times.  the mailman delivers love from near and far almost every day.  our next door neighbors knock on the door with fresh muffins, clementines, juice, cookies, and a need to get their maeve fix.  my coworkers and former coworkers have given us so many baby items and hand-me-downs.  friends have lent us lots of baby equipment.

maeve's arrival has shown and reminded us how much goodness and kindness exists.  we are so grateful.

photo by christina wnek

Monday, December 10, 2012

at five weeks...

at five weeks we are starting to find our rhythm...maybe.  we are learning maeve's language of cries, grunts, and noises...maybe.  we are getting peed, pooped, and spit up on less...maybe.

in this time of maybe, it seems i am living in the moment more than i ever have.  maeve reminds me that nothing is certain and predictable.  it is complete surrender, as we live from feeding to feeding.

emotions creep up and flood over me as this little one chirps sweet noises, as she gazes up at me when i feed her, as she stretches on her changing table in the middle of the night, as she arches her back when i pick her up from a nap (her little bum sticking out), and as her mouth moves back and forth in the air and her eyes get really big just before she latches on.

at five weeks maeve is changing and growing...and the same is happening for me and my heart.  i am changing and growing.    

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

phantom baby...

i grew maeve.  in doing that i carried her for 42 weeks.  now that she is here, she is in my arms feeding 8+ times a day for anywhere from ten minutes to hours at a time.  we spend our whole day together.  she sleeps next to me.  we are connected.

this is why when i go to bed before everyone else and o bring her in for a feeding i get very confused.  part of it is tiredness, but the bigger part is that i carry her with me in my being.  so when he gets ready to hand her to me, i can't figure it out.  in my mind she's with me, i'm already holding's so strange.

i sit here this morning fresh spit-up on the front of my shirt, with the happiest tears in my eyes.  this girl...our girl.  it's amazing that someone so small can change things so much and have me thinking about the big things like i never have before.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

from the cracked door...

from the cracked door at night i love seeing the silhouette of maeve's face as she sleeps propped up next next to me in bed.  i love watching her little pacifier bobble back and forth.  i love seeing her arms fly up as she dreams, her little fingers backlit and spread open.  oh baby girl!

photo credit

Monday, December 3, 2012


we're getting into a groove with this little one, who has fully captured my heart.  she's four weeks old today.  we're spending the day celebrating the birthdays of many dear friends (we already made birthday videos), taking a walk, going to a pediatrician appointment, and seeing friends.

here's to december...and being adorable!

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

birth story...

i'll begin by saying that i had a great pregnancy...we got pregnant easily, no morning sickness, weight gain that looked like i'd swallowed a basketball, no swollen ankles, lots of energy (after the first trimester), etc.  i was one of those people that loved being pregnant...i'd say i was my most content during those 42 weeks.  i feared that somehow my good pregnancy fortune would have to take a turn at some point...during labor.  i shouldn't have spent an ounce of time worrying about that.

my original due date was november 2, but it was moved to october 21st after our first ultrasound.  my new due date passed and the days went on.  i was so content keeping this being inside me...i wasn't itching to get them out.  i loved feeling them move inside me.  i loved taking them along with me wherever i went.  i liked our life together.  i loved the mystery of not knowing if i was carrying a boy or a girl.

a week after our due date, we began making plans for an induction at 42 weeks, if it got to that point.  i was concerned that an induction meant that i was going to be thrown into the medical system and have a horribly unnatural labor.  i feared pitocin, feared setting myself up to need an epidural, and feared ultimately having a c-section after hours and hours of trying to get our baby out.  

as the induction became more and more of a possibility i kicked into gear.  in the weeks prior i'd been taking evening primrose oil, but now i got down to business and started trying everything (except castor oil) to get the process started...had my membranes stripped, ate pineapple (core and all), got a massage, had acupuncture, got a pedicure, had sex, and ate spicy name it.  nothing worked.

then came the evening when we drove to the hospital for our induction.  we had dinner with our families at our house, got in the car, and drove to the hospital for 7pm.  i remember pulling out of the driveway and o honked the horn that moment it hit me that while in the past few weeks i had wondered: will today be the day? will i go into labor at work? when will this be? there was no question.  the next time i came home it would be with a baby.  i think i was a bit in denial as we drove to the wasn't the frantic contractions while driving on the highway that i had imagined.  i had some mild cramping in the car.  we arrived at mercy hospital and we were shown to our room.  it felt like checking into a hotel.  we unpacked our things, we looked around, and i put on comfy clothes.

nurse roxanne mooney and doctor kathryn "kay"wadland came in and explained what was going to happen.  i would have cervidil inserted for 12 hours and then in the morning we'd see where we were and likely start on pitocin.  kay prepared us that this process may take a could be late monday or tuesday (or later) before we had our baby.  she offered me an ambien to get some sleep that night.  i declined based on my one ambien on a flight to paris experience that failed pretty miserably and left me feeling gross.

we settled in and turned on the television.  they inserted the cervidil at 9:05pm.  at that point i was two centimeters dilated and 80% effaced, as i had been for weeks.  we watched the end of the movie the hangover.  by just after 10:00pm we contemplated watching an episode of arrested development, but i was starting to have contractions.  i remember desperately wanting to watch the show, but just knowing i couldn't.  we turned off the tv, i got on a swiss ball, and we worked our way through some contractions that were five minutes apart.  we called our doula to tell her that we were having some contractions, but would call her later when and if things continued to progress.  

the swiss ball felt okay, but i struggled to get comfortable.  i vividly remember the contraction that changed ripped through my body and had me doubting that i could handle labor.  i was fearful that i wasn't strong enough to do could i be ready to throw in the towel after one really strong contraction?

soon i was shaking uncontrollably.  my core, my limb...flailing around.  roxanne assured me this was the hormones and a normal reaction. at that point i began moving around the room, searching for a place that i could effectively cope with my contractions.  i couldn't find a way to deal...i tried a few contractions on the bed, in a chair, on the ball, laying down, bent over the side of the bed, half on the bed...i couldn't find the place where i could get into a rhythm with my contractions.  i laid on o's pullout bed, my head in his lap when after a really intense contraction i turned to roxanne and said "i can't do this anymore" and i remember thinking that i wanted her to call the doctor and i wanted a c-section.  i didn't want drugs, i didn't want another contraction...i wanted this baby out. there was no way i could do this for hours or days.  

roxanne suggested we check to see how dilated i was.  i was hesitant.  the last thing i wanted was for her to say "two centimeters" but she insisted.  i got on the bed, she began the exam and she said "i can't find your cervix" my head i had no idea what that meant and thought "then go find someone who can"...then she said "you are 9.5 centimeters" and took out the cervidil. it was now 12:41.  it had been just three and a half hours since the start of our induction.  the uncontrollable shaking had clearly been a sign of transition.  roxanne paged doctor wadland and began setting up the equipment for the arrival of our baby.  o called our doula, eve, and she was there in minutes.  i'm pretty sure this is the point where i started to go into a bit of shock.

doctor wadland arrived and confirmed that i was now 10 centimeters dilated.  i kept thinking that something must not be right...there was no way that i could be ready to push.  labor had just started! i refused to believe i was already fully dilated.  things had happened so quickly that my mind was not as far along into this process as my body. the pace of the labor made it impossible for me to appreciate that i was having the birth that i had hoped for...natural and without drugs (aside from the cervidil).  that only occurred to me after she was in my arms...never during the process.

i was told i could push when i felt the urge, but i was not there yet. doctor wadland sat quietly to the side and let me try to find my own way.  i loved that.

i asked if i could get in the tub and was told i could, but that they would need to break my water to make sure there was no meconium in the amniotic fluid. they broke my water around 1:15am and with clear fluid i was given the green light to get in the tub. but first we had to wait for what felt like ages for it to fill.   

while we waited for the tub to fill i got on my hands and knees on the bed. i was nervous about what my body would do, i felt like i might poop, i was not empowered to do this yet.  i was scared.  when i got in the tub struggled to find my place. i moved around lying this way and that. i squatted. i had envisioned laboring and maybe birthing in the tub, but nothing felt right. i couldn't figure out how i was going to do this.  i told those around me that i felt 'weird' and 'detached from what was happening'. in the tub i had a my first few contractions where i had a strong involuntary urge to push, but was not quite sure what that meant, nor what i should do/how i should do it.

i decided to get out of the tub and on to the birth stool, which seemed like a good middle space between the tub and the bed. i had just a few contractions on the stool, but again it didn't feel right. i could not envision pushing like this for a long time.  i was tired and was told i could rest backwards on o, but that was awkward.  i wasn't sure what my options were at this point.  prior to labor i had thought that pushing would be the best part, but at this point i was really struggling to find my way into how i would best do that.  the contractions at this point were completely different than when dilating...they were just intense pressure, but not the same feelings as before.

in the back of my mind were voices telling me to avoid getting in the bed...if i had all kinds of options (tub, stool, etc.) i should use them and let gravity work with me, but all i wanted was to be in bed.  i got in bed and rolled on my left side.  it is strange, because during my whole pregnancy laying on my side had been so uncomfortable. here is where i found my groove for the first time during labor. 

i remember keeping my eyes closed during contractions, o holding my hands. i recall making a lot of noise while i pushed.  those in the room said it wasn't yelling or screaming, but was more of a pushing moan.  i still think they were lying! by keeping my left foot pushed against a firm piece on the end of the bed i gained the leverage i needed. doctor wadland instructed me to grab my right leg and pull it back and open during the contractions.  it was then that i finally really 'got it'. as each contraction came to an end it became difficult to lower my leg back down, and i needed pillows to buffer the space.

after the contractions, which came quickly, but never felt as long as i expected them to (i'm quite curious how long they actually were!), i would rest.  i was really o and eve would give me ice chips and put cold compresses on my forehead and back.  i prayed that somehow my body might skip the next contraction or give me a little break...but then i would feel the pressure again in the front of my body, which would quickly move to the back of my body, and soon i was pushing again.

doctor wadland showed me with her hands how much of my baby's head she could see and the visual mirrored what it felt like. like being slowly pried open...but in a stretching way...not in a painful way, if that makes any sense. she told me i would meet my baby soon. i responded "don't say that unless you mean it" and after some laughter everyone reassured me the birth was imminent.  i remember the feeling of 'the ring of fire', but to me it felt more like the pressure of being pulled apart. and then i asked "is the head out?"...and it was.  doctor wadland had me reach down and two seconds later our baby was placed on my stomach and chest at exactly 3:16am.  there was a loud cry just as i looked down and learned we had a daughter.

here are a few photos from that moment...

we cried and laughed and kissed and hugged...and swore.  holy shit!  we have a daughter!

at our request our doula audio recorded from just before the birth until a few minutes after.  it is amazing to listen to for millions of reasons.  to hear her wailing and taking her first breath.  to hear us crying.  to hear o's words in that moment.  to learn that her little hand, which had been up by her face in every ultrasound photo was by her face when she was born (and is right now as i write this, too).  to hear how quickly the work of labor turned into love and laughter and shock.  to hear the moment when we gave her a name.  to hear myself, just three minutes after she was born describe it by saying "that was so intense...and so awesome!" is just wild and empowering.  i love that chunk of time right after she was was a blur of baby, blood, placenta, a few stitches, love, and the immediate need to replay what just happened.  as soon as the labor was over the pain and pressure was gone...and hard to recall.  we were flooded in a wash of love and disbelief.

it didn't feel real. in the moment i could not appreciate that the birth had unfolded as it had. i could not believe it was over. i certainly didn't wish it had been longer, but i never imagined i would have a less than six hour labor...neither did the doctor or nurse! i also wasn't sure i could handle natural childbirth...and boy did i ever!

on my chart it reads:
stage 1: 3 hours, 25 minutes (that's the time dilating...and watching the hangover)
stage 2: 2 hours, 21 minutes (that is the time getting ready to push and pushing)
stage 3: 4 minutes (that is the time it took to get the placenta out)

5 hours and 50, fast, i tell you.  there is something about labor that is all consuming...forget mantras, music, and all the stuff i thought i would want...labor was my body working in a most focused way on the most magnificent of tasks.

labor taught me that i am stronger than i ever imagined possible.  labor made me acutely aware of how absolutely incredible the human body is.  labor was an experience from which i can now draw a lot of strength, which isn't something i'd ever anticipated.  labor made me a mother.

here is a photo of me surrounded by those that were in the room when maeve entered the world, those to whom i will be forever grateful.
{maeve and i surrounded by kay, o, roxanne, and eve}

it has taken me weeks to write this, because it is hard to put into words...and it has been hard to find blocks of time to focus on this.  what is written above is the best way i can describe my experience...but i think i captured it best when i used the words intense and awesome.  intense and awesome, indeed! 

first photo by christina wnek

Friday, November 23, 2012


back when i had my pre-baby middle of the night seance, i picked a few words from our word of the day container.  the word i picked for a baby girl was understanding.  i've since picked that word from the container again.  and today my tea bag tag said the following: true understanding is found through compassion.  the word keeps coming up.

while i continue to have hard moments as i stumble through learning how to be a mom and how to care for a baby and how to exist on so little sleep, i feel like i'm most compassionate when it seems like it would be the the middle of the night.  last night she fed continuously from 7:30pm to nearly 1:00am...and then slept in my arms until 5:00am.  sure, i'm horribly sleep deprived.  but as i try to imagine what it must feel like to be be eighteen days be new in the be hungry, scared, sad, and just figuring this place out...i feel full of understanding and compassion.

to think we were all once this helpless is astonishing.  while i still don't understand maeve and who she is, i'm learning...more and more...every moment of every day.

photo by christina wnek

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

each day...

each day i fall deeper and deeper into knowing and loving sweet maeve.  sometimes it's when her head bobs around like a bird looking for food.  sometimes it is when she is wailing, her arms flying above her head, as i change her diaper.  sometimes it is when i smell her smell and rub my chin across her head.  sometimes it is when she looks up with her big grey eyes and just stares at me.  sometimes it is three in the morning and we've been up and feeding for hours and i realize that i bring her so much comfort...that i am the place where she feels safe and warm and loved.

each day i begin to feel less and less foreign as a mother.  it's been the hardest 15 days of my life.  but when i step back i am in awe of what i did...growing and nourishing her and birthing her...and now comes loving her and being open to figuring out who she is.  this is a wild and wonderful and challenging ride!

photo by christina wnek


this photo warms my heart.  hobbes has taken to maeve as i would have hoped.  he's gentle, curious, and content to be close by.  he gives her her space, but is often laying underfoot as we sit, sleep, and feed.

today we did our first walk around little john together.  i can't wait to see their relationship grow.

in the meantime, maeve is the recipient of many sniffs and the occasional drippy beard hello from her big hairy brother!

photo by christina wnek

Wednesday, November 14, 2012


time hasn't moved in the way it used to since we left for the hospital last sunday evening.  since maeve was born our days are filled with wonder, more happiness than i've known, doubt, fear, no sleep, exhaustion, feeling overwhelmed, laughter, and many tears.  i'd spent so much energy focused on the actual labor (which i will share with you soon) that i think i was blindsided by what it meant once our child actually entered the world.  i had no idea how much this small little girl would change our life.

i have moments where i am filled with the feeling that i can DO this...and moments where i wonder how we'll make it to the afternoon.  i'm grateful for o, our dear neighbors, my closest friends, our lactation consultant, and my mom (who has been with us for the past few days)...without them i'd be lost.  they've sat with me in my low moments and helped as we adjust to this new way of life.

here is a quick photo of me and maeve from her first day in the hospital.  my dear dear friend (and incredible photographer) christina wnek took the photos in this post and i adore them...i find myself looking at them over and over, almost as if i have to convince myself that they are real and that that is me...and my daughter! i do the same with the text of the email we sent out when she was born...i read it over and over.  i'm in disbelief.
she already looks so different every day.  she couldn't be more soft, more sweet, or make sillier expressions.  here is a favorite...
that is us and what we've been up to.  more soon!

Thursday, November 8, 2012

she's a lover...

our first full day at home is winding down and o is nestled in bed, hobbes is splayed out in the living room snoring, and maeve is beside me in the co-sleeper catching some zzz's.  i'm headed there next, but wanted to tell you all that your comments, emails, and texts are a special part of our day.  please keep them coming.  as we navigate this completely unknown space, seeing your names pop up on my phone and in my inbox reminds me that while we are on this journey that is distinctly ours that we are certainly not alone.

as we settle in we're finding peace in feeling what we are feeling, loving each other, and just living in the present moment.

what's bringing you peace right now?

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

we're home...

{the sady scowl}

posting will be sparse as we settle in at home.  it's hard to simply be without my eyes welling up...this is what life is all about.  i keep looking down and i can't believe she's ours, that i am a mom, and that we get to spend every second of the next three months learning who one another is.

two last quick things...
o is the best. the. absolute. best. we are working so well together as we figure out how to hand her back and forth, burp her, feed her, swaddle her, and how to be parents. i am so blessed.

and hobbes is adorable with maeve...sniffing gently, smelling her blankets, my clothes, and laying close by.

we are well.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

she's arrived...

on monday morning at three sixteen, we welcomed our daughter, maeve oakley dyer, into the world.

she is perfect and healthy.  six pounds, eight ounces...and a little over eighteen inches long.

we are all doing really awe, in love, and in shock at how quickly labor progressed.

we are grateful for the support we received at mercy hospital from nurse roxanne mooney and doctor kay wadland.  we owe deep thanks our doula eve hadley.  together, these three woman helped us to have the
labor that we had hoped for.

in addition, we appreciate the love and good wishes you've sent our helped immensely.

sorry for my delay in posting...we've been busy loving on this amazing bundle of sweetness.  i can't wait to share our birth story and more photos.  we head home tomorrow...we'll be the ones driving 35 miles per hour on the highway.

Friday, November 2, 2012

the original due date...

today is the original due date that i was given way back in march.  at this point today feels like every other day, but who knows!

yesterday during our final ultrasound to make sure there was enough amniotic fluid and that the placenta and cord were still doing their job, we got the 3-d image of the baby seen above.  isn't it crazy?

i love that he/she looks so cozy.  i love the big squished nose and the arm across the face.  i can't help thinking this baby looks very sady in this shot (a combination of my grandfather and my brother)...oh but when we meet the real thing we'll know for sure just which pieces were inherited from which side of the family.

today's post will be my last before i sign back on to share the good news...and even if this process requires medical assistance it may take a while, so please continue to send your good thoughts our way.  we'll feel, hold, and cherish every single one!

p.s. to yesterday's anonymous commenter, thank you for reminding me just how sacred this time changed my day.  thanks!

Thursday, November 1, 2012


happy november all...i have to say i didn't ever imagine a november baby.  but it is the reality on this gray morning.  i didn't think i'd still be holding here in this middle space...and we're trying everything and most of all trying to stay optimistic and positive that this little one will work their way out on their own without having to go in on sunday evening for induction.  keep your good thoughts coming!

image credit

Wednesday, October 31, 2012


in celebration of halloween, hobbes and i are suited up in our orange for our morning walk.  we are hoping today brings some action...i even had a middle of the night (because i couldn't sleep) seance (that's what o called it) trying to encourage baby to kick things into gear complete with candles, tea, some favorite poems, music, and some tissues.

hope you have a wonderful halloween.  we're both such scaredy cats even thinking about scary movies gets us scared.  what about you?

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

a little bean...

after yesterday's appointment they estimate the baby will be under seven pounds, which makes me think about teensy tiny hats and little ears.  they also said the baby doesn't have much hair, so again a hat will be key...good thing we inherited some from eva and received some as gifts.

during the ultrasound it still felt like this is a being that we'll meet months from now, it didn't seem like a full grown (overdue) baby that we could meet any day.  it was a bit strange.  it got me thinking that this babe already has a personality and has already inherited things from us.  a few days ago i was thinking about what i hope the baby has from our families.  i decided on the following...

my dad's work ethic and drive.

my mom's spontaneity/drive-by cookie drop offs and love of libraries.

o's mom's humor and openness.

and o's dad's craftsmanship and sense of adventure.

and with all those inherited things, it will be amazing to see what the baby brings and has that is uniquely it's own thing.  when i start to think about what it will inherit from me and o i get to teary to type.  time will tell.

Monday, October 29, 2012

this weekend in photos...

this weekend we stayed pretty close to home, but had many fun photos to show for it.  a big canvas that we ordered from our favorite wedding photo arrived.  we met christina and amelia in freeport for the pumpkinfest...
we got our faces painted and then went to gritty's to celebrate being friends...
on the drive home we stocked up on cereal in case hurricane sandy comes our way/we just wanted cereal...
these were our words of the day on sunday...o's, mine, baby's...
 we fake labored in the woods and o said it looks like i was counting for hide and seek...
 we took this girl to town to get a sandwich and it turns out i am complete weirdo when riding with the top down (as evidenced by when i kept saying "this is so weird" and when i grabbed o's leg when we went around a corner)...
 we had a doggie playdate with lucy, which concluded with sharing a bowl of water and then water barfing all over the floor.  love these two...
this morning we are off for a walk to get some exercise before the storm and then headed to a doctor's appointment.

wishing you a great day as october creeps to a close.

Friday, October 26, 2012


it's 8:51.  on a normal friday i'd be already at work or pulling into the parking garage.  today finds me how i'll be for the next few months...home, cozy, and not at work.

yesterday i wrapped everything up at work.  i put my out of office on my email, turned my work email off on my phone...and i'll be back there in february.  done.

these next months will be a different kind of work and the next day(s) will also be a different type of work.

my goal for today, for the right now, is to fully relax and just be.  to breathe and stretch, walk and dilly-dally.  wander, nap, read, eat.  whatever my heart desires...which is how it should be everyday, right?

first things first, mr. hobbes and i are off for two slow laps around little john on this foggy morning.

photo credit

Thursday, October 25, 2012

a busy morning...

i know that many of you are checking the blog to see if we've had our baby.  we haven't yet!  this morning was a fiasco getting out of the house and i didn't have time to post.  just wanted to let you know that we are here and good and still pregnant....and happy!

today is my last day of work, so i promise a great post tomorrow morning!

enjoy today!

photo by christina wnek

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

convertible for baby...

during my pregnancy o and i often end sentences with "for baby"'s a holdover from when i used to work in boston with a bunch of ladies and we'd end sentences frequently with "for girls"--as in break time for girls or coffee time for girls.

anyways...inside our garage now is jeep commando convertible...for baby!  you know cause every baby needs a car without seat belts.  the truth is we are storing this car for o's parents for the winter.  well, i think that is the truth, but i'm not sure if we are storing it short term or long term.

all i know is i've lost my spot in the garage temporarily, but soon i'll be able to take back my spot claiming "parking place for baby!"

Tuesday, October 23, 2012


this past weekend o and i went out for breakfast on both saturday and sunday.  we learned that ordering just one blueberry pancake is called a blue cake...did everyone know this already but us?

after each big breakfast we'd take a long walk with hobbes...and then i had to nap both days.  so nice.

being at stone's cafe made me think about traditions...places you go every week, people that you form patterns with, habits and preferences that suddenly become a part of who you are, what you do, and what you love.

i can't wait to see what traditions just become for our family...the things we do at first without really knowing...that suddenly become ours.

what is your favorite family tradition?  do tell!  growing up mine might have been when my mom danced the turkey before it was stuffed. did anyone else's mom do this?

Monday, October 22, 2012

waiting (and looking)...

last night we had to use an old photo to try to guesstimate where the wires for our thermostat (being installed today) was in the wall.  yup.  we drywalled over it.  we drilled a hole...and then a bigger hole.  we were using the flashlight app on o's phone and both trying to loop in the hole to see if we could see any wires up, down, left, or right.  his hand hit something and the next thing you know the shot above is what his phone showed us...two monkeys trying to crowd in and see what they could find.

we found what we were looking for and we'll have heat in our big white room by tomorrow...along with a new boiler being installed.  i'm pretty sure this is all that we'll be getting each other for christmas this year. yowsa!

and we are now a day past our due date, which is silly to even say considering my first due date was november 2.  but we are still in this place of semi-normalcy and waiting...a place of in between.  i recall my friend christine saying that she would go to bed and wonder is tonight the night? and then she'd wake up and wonder is today the day?  i can certainly relate to that in this past week.

i found a great article about this time of waiting by jana studelska, which i've excerpt below...

the last days of pregnancy— sometimes stretching to agonizing weeks—are a distinct place, time, event, stage. it is a time of in between. neither here nor there. your old self and your new self, balanced on the edge of a pregnancy. one foot in your old world, one foot in a new world.
shouldn’t there be a word for this state of being, describing the time and place where mothers linger, waiting to be called forward?  our language and culture fails us. this surely explains why many women find this time so complicated and tricky. but whether we recognize it or not, these last days of pregnancy are a distinct biologic and psychological event, essential to the birth of a mother.
i believe that this is more than biological. it is spiritual. to give birth, whether at home in a birth tub with candles and family or in a surgical suite with machines and a neonatal team, a woman must go to the place between this world and the next, to that thin membrane between here and there. to the place where life comes from, to the mystery, in order to reach over to bring forth the child that is hers. 
little one we are patiently waiting for your arrival...we're here (and we have heat!), so come when you are ready!

Thursday, October 18, 2012

like father like son...

hobbes, who saw a bug the other day in the kitchen, jumped up by the sink and o snapped this shot...doesn't it look like he's doing the dishes?  o loves doing the dishes and apparently hobbes does, too.

it's official...we are crazy dog people.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012


the girl who looks like she swallowed a basketball and the boy who loves bright outerwear.

photo by christina wnek

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

the dog and the bump...

my dear friend and incredible photographer, christina wnek, and i met after work last week for a photo shoot to capture my baby bump.  she sent me these incredible photos.  it's strange to see the photos because even though i'm quite small...the bump is way bigger in real life than the angle that i see it from when looking down.  my due date is sunday...and this being is going to enter the world soon.  i will get to watch it take it's first breath, hear it's first cry, and be the first person that it sees.  in the millions of moments over the past forty weeks the world has been trying to preparing me for that which you can't prepare for...and then in one moment i will become a mother and o will become a father.  it blows my mind.  it scares me a little bit.  it makes my eyes fill with tears almost instantly.  it makes me wonder how on earth it has already been six years since o and i remet one another and over eighteen years that we've known each other.
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