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Jul. 6th, 2009 09:24 pmMy tomato plants are actually bearing fruit. I am rather proud of this. The pickling cukes are doing the same. Some success.
Today if I pushed myself too hard I would end up with contractions. And by pushing myself I mean, vacuuming, going up and down the stairs to do the laundry. Bending over and picking up toys. It frustrated me quite a bit. To stop the contractions I would have to lie down. It puts me into a swirl of emotions. I get irritated because there is that part of me that feels that it is somehow a failing on my part to feel this "weak" or to have to give in so easily. I also had to remind myself where I am and how I have things to do like wash diapers and clothes. "crap what if I went into labor today. The kid has no properly tidied clothes. What kind of Mother am I?" So I decided to give myself some zen calm. I washed the damn baby clothes. This will insure that the baby won't be born early or some such nonsense.
It was just kind of a tiring day because nearly all of my clothes are kind of uncomfortable, my kid wouldn't nap and Baby Biscuit seems keen to kick me in the cervix.
While I had to spend some time lying down today, I was able to read quite a bit. I read Pontoon by Garrison Keillor. It is one of the Lake Wobegon books. I picked it up awhile ago and haven't had a chance to really read it until now. I may have to pass it along to my friend Sarah, just because there is one character in the book that I think she would like and deeply appreciate for her approach to living. A fantastic character really.
The weather was cooler today and there was a mighty wind. Where our house is located we are pretty well protected from the wind, except on rare occasions like today. Where I grew up, high winds were a fact of life. You got used to your hair always being a little askew, or when the warm winds would come through -everyone would act a little crazy. The wind drove people away on more than a few occasions; usually people from California who moved up in the Summer after a visit because it was so lovely. They would last a few winters but the wind would send them away in the end. They all had that haunted defeated look.
Strangely enough, because we are so protected from the wind now, I sometimes miss it. Now and then in the winter there is a good storm and you can feel the house creak and it sounds like the trees might be ripped from their roots so it scares you a little. There is something secretly fun in being scared like that.
I do love where we live now, but I know I will have to live near the water again one day. It is the most natural thing to me. I grew up with the mountains against my back and the cold water in front. I have told Mr. Jenner that should we go and live in England I might miss the mountains. He said to me, "there are mountains in the UK." And I sort of laughed. (they aren't the same.)
Now it is time to lay in the bath and read some more.
Today if I pushed myself too hard I would end up with contractions. And by pushing myself I mean, vacuuming, going up and down the stairs to do the laundry. Bending over and picking up toys. It frustrated me quite a bit. To stop the contractions I would have to lie down. It puts me into a swirl of emotions. I get irritated because there is that part of me that feels that it is somehow a failing on my part to feel this "weak" or to have to give in so easily. I also had to remind myself where I am and how I have things to do like wash diapers and clothes. "crap what if I went into labor today. The kid has no properly tidied clothes. What kind of Mother am I?" So I decided to give myself some zen calm. I washed the damn baby clothes. This will insure that the baby won't be born early or some such nonsense.
It was just kind of a tiring day because nearly all of my clothes are kind of uncomfortable, my kid wouldn't nap and Baby Biscuit seems keen to kick me in the cervix.
While I had to spend some time lying down today, I was able to read quite a bit. I read Pontoon by Garrison Keillor. It is one of the Lake Wobegon books. I picked it up awhile ago and haven't had a chance to really read it until now. I may have to pass it along to my friend Sarah, just because there is one character in the book that I think she would like and deeply appreciate for her approach to living. A fantastic character really.
The weather was cooler today and there was a mighty wind. Where our house is located we are pretty well protected from the wind, except on rare occasions like today. Where I grew up, high winds were a fact of life. You got used to your hair always being a little askew, or when the warm winds would come through -everyone would act a little crazy. The wind drove people away on more than a few occasions; usually people from California who moved up in the Summer after a visit because it was so lovely. They would last a few winters but the wind would send them away in the end. They all had that haunted defeated look.
Strangely enough, because we are so protected from the wind now, I sometimes miss it. Now and then in the winter there is a good storm and you can feel the house creak and it sounds like the trees might be ripped from their roots so it scares you a little. There is something secretly fun in being scared like that.
I do love where we live now, but I know I will have to live near the water again one day. It is the most natural thing to me. I grew up with the mountains against my back and the cold water in front. I have told Mr. Jenner that should we go and live in England I might miss the mountains. He said to me, "there are mountains in the UK." And I sort of laughed. (they aren't the same.)
Now it is time to lay in the bath and read some more.
