Magical Womb Part Deux

It happened. We are PREGNANT.

I am so excited I just want to run around and tell the world. That, however, would be annoying, so I will not do it.

This is the worst time of pregnancy. Forget about the morning sickness (all day sickness) and hormonal rages, and exhaustion. Let's talk about the most important part.

The part where it's kinda too early to PLAN STUFF. What diapers do I use? What sling? Will amniotic fluid come out of my carpet if my water breaks on the carpet?

See? This is important stuff.

Work It Out, Baby

We just worked out. I always whine and moan and groan.

Then I work out.

Then I'm happy.

Huh. Funny that.

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Magical Womb

I don't think I am going to ovulate this month. It's that or going off the pill screwed up my normal cycle and now I just have no idea when the Magic Baby Making time is.

I think that I honestly believed that I would go off the pill, have sex, and receive baby! YAY!
It really doesn't work like that. As someone who is studying the whole mysticism surrounding baby making and having, I really shouldn't let myself be fooled into such magical thinking.

Realistically I know that after a women stops taking a birth control pill, it can take a few cycles to get things moving in the way of tab A and slot B being in the right place at the right time, let alone all parts even being available.

I am scared to several levels of death thinking about my periods and how they will be when I am not being controlled by some hormonal lasso. This last one was a volley of distressful leaking and stabby knife like pains where I'm hoping to make a MiniFinn.

I'm new to this. My first two children were not carefully planned months in advance. My daughter was the product of fresh off Depo (2 weeks after shot "ran out), severe endometriosis, a condom with spermicide, an Encare vaginal insert, AND because the condom broke, some emergency birth control pills.

Did I mention it was the last night of the first blue moon in 1996? It was the last night of the first blue moon. I blame that. My daughter was conceived, SURPRISE, and I wouldn't trade her for the world.

Second child was sort of a whim. We had been using the Billings method to keep from having any more blessings. We were on vacation, I said "Hey I might get pregnant!" and we threw caution to the wind. The wind apparently blew right back in our direction, and our son was born later.

This child we are hoping for now is in a totally foreign stage: the planning stage. I'm working on my health, taking iron and prenatals, and shopping around for midwives who will do home VBACs.

I'm going to an ob/gyn to make sure that I am not only healthy enough for a VBAC, but also for my planned home birth.

Planning means that I have an expectation. When there is expectation, there is a large margin for what can be felt as failure if the expectation isn't met. I have this terrified voice in the back of my head that is full of fear and anger and trepidation. I wonder if medical issues and procedures will impede my quest for a baby. Look! See? I am calling it a quest. I am putting too much pressure on myself, my partner, and the situation.

I need to relax and take the advice of ol' Mr. Buffet-

Why don't we get drunk and screw?

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The Elusive Craft

Quietly, the squirrel stalks its native prey, the wild and wooley yarn. In it's natural habitat, the elusive textile can be wrangled in a few different ways. The squirrel is only interested in two methods: knit and crochet. Trained from birth in knitting, the crafty tree-dweller can wield the needles with the grace of an antelope on the Serengeti.

One method of taming the wild yarn eludes the mighty squirrel. Used less frequently than knitting, crochet can also whip the prey into submission. It is new to the squirrel, but she will prevail!

In this first attempt, we see she was able to convince the yarn t0 make a yarmulke for her stuffed squirrel named Treehouse. It turned out to be quite fetching.




I am now quietly stalking the rare and sought after prize, the amigurumi turtle. How will this adventure play out? Will our hero produce an adorable stuffed token of love for her BFF, or will she perish in the face of adversity. We can only hope and pray to the acorn god that our squirrel will prevail!