Four Months and One Day

Four months ago right now, I was in a wheelchair heading to the NICU to feed my son for the first time. Tonight I danced with him in the park, in the company of our new mommy-daddy-baby friends, to the swingin' sounds of a Frank Sinatra tribute band. Lots has happened in four months, but I've been just a little too busy to document it properly. My goal is to change that, to catch up, and to keep track of the growth and development of the sweetest little boy in Sunnyside.

(Apologies to my new-mom friends with other sweet little boys. You'd say the same thing if it were your blog.)

Apparently...Not Just Photos Any More

As Brian was so kind as to renew this domain, it seems only fitting that I should actually do something with it other than rebroadcast the greatest hits of my Flickr photos. And since any day now our lives are about to take an incredulous (but not unexpected) turn, perhaps this shall be my venue for any such foolish and erudite observations that may emerge.

Let me start with some thoughts on pregnancy:
1. I've been very lucky. I had minimal morning sickness and few of the other really nasty symptoms some women seem to have. I've been tired and generally uncomfortable, but for the most part I have had very few incidents involving out-of-bodily fluids or other unpleasant stuff.

2. I've missed out on some fun. Granted, I have somewhere between 0 and 21 days to go, but I have yet to have a single crazy food craving. Adam's wife woke up one night demanding Chef Boyardee ravioli and strawberry Quik. The closest I've come is "sure, sugar cookies sound good," which I don't think really counts as an actual craving.

3. Being pregnant in the winter is probably more pleasant than doing so in summer, but one has to find a winter coat that will keep one warm while accommodating a good deal of growth. I bought a vintage faux-fur coat at Canal Jeans that's served me well but managed to hide my bump so well that I am never offered a seat on the subway. This morning the weather was mild so I wore an old jacket that I can't possibly zip, and a woman halfway down the crowded subway car insisted that I maneuver past a dozen straphangers to take her seat.

Corollary: It is true that you actually need the seat more in the beginning, when you're not visibly pregnant but nauseous and exhausted.


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