Monthly Archives: May 2008



I’m at a coffee shop (or Taiwanese bubble tea shop to be nit-picky) enjoying a coconut bubble tea and I forgot a book. I was feeling quite lost with out something to read but just realized I could use this time to jot a little something down on a napkin to write into the ol’ blog. So here it is. Ever wondered what that girl over there drinking a coconut bubble tea is thinking? A lot of piffle (which means what, really?).

This bubble tea is actually about the best thing I’ve had to sip from in quite some time. I’ll have to bring Nick and Abby here. I haven’t brought anyone else that’s visited, so it will be special for them. And for me because, yum!

So, what else? I finally downloaded (uploaded? What’s the difference?) our pictures onto the computer so once I finally down-up-load them to flikr, you’ll get to see what the heck we’ve been up to over the past 5 months. And next week, oh my goodness, next week we go for our 20 week ultrasound, the one where you’re in the hot seat for a half an hour and get to see all the organs and face, hands, feet, etc.. I’m sure I’ll be getting those pictures up pronto.

You know what I’d like to have right now? My pregnant “visible woman” model I built when I was 8 or 10 and way into obstetrics. That model was awesome. After painting all her innards (baby included), you stack them all into her huge clear plastic belly. The best part, though, was you could open up the belly and take it all back out, seeing how it all squished in there. I’d like to see it now for a bit of an idea where my intestines are currently and where the heck they’ll end up in a couple months. I’ll bet she’s still posing somewhere in the shop, maybe, Momm?

All for now. Bubble tea is long gone as that was yesterday and today I’m just my own secretary.


The Rain in May


It’s raining today, a lot. Thing is, it was a sunny, hot morning with no clouds what-so-ever. So I dawdled my morning away sewing and watching the show I’d fallen asleep during last night, before gathering up some stuff to go meet Jesse at work with lunch. Then, I dawdled the afternoon away eating cheesecake and reading at the posh cafe next door.

Around 4-ish, I decided it was time to make my way home, stopping off at the store for some much needed toilet paper and bacon. This, my friends, is when it started sprinkling. “Oh”, I thought, “how romantic, a walk home in a light spring rain.” But by the time I’d gone a few blocks, it was a bit heavier. I was in a white shirt and flip flops, so decided rather than walk the whole way risking a wet white shirt and an ungraceful slip off my shoes, I’d get on the metro to take it a whole single stop. Which I did.

The metro stop is under the store(which is in the basement), so I blithely went about my shopping no longer considering the weather. Let’s see, I got the TP and bacon and also tomatoes, basil, potatoes, a mango (then put the mango back) and an avocado. I’ll bet you can’t guess what we’re having for dinner…a sandwich! I already had a baguette.

So then I ascended to the street level where quite a sight awaited me. Huge puddles, a heck of a downpour, and loads of people waiting under the awnings of stores for it to let up enough for them to step out into it with their umbrella. I stood with them thinking it might be over soon so I could walk the 4 loooong blocks home. It is now just after 6, that was around 4:30 and it has not let up! Being fiercely stubborn and stupid, I did not want to buy an umbrella when I have a very cute one at home. So…I waited…

…until 5:18, when I just couldn’t stand it anymore. It was not a downpour for a second, just raining, so I went for it, fast walking (no running in flip flops! Especially not when you’re 5 months knocked up) and after a block my shoes were making a squidging sound and my shirt was soaked. Don’t worry, I was holding my bag of goods in front of my chest so as not to give a white wet t-shirt contest. I stopped under the umbrella of a news stand and watched the light for just the right time to cross, giving a commiserating smile to the girl waiting next to me in a fancy white suit and clopping black heels. When the light changed, I scurried across the street and had only made it a bit down Shaanxi Lu, before I noticed the girl in the heels was holding her umbrella over me and motioning me to walk with her!

Oh my goodness, this was the best thing that could have happened. Not because it kept me dryer on the way home (we were going the same direction), but because it reminded me to get off my hifalutin’ horse and quit thinking everybody here is so rude. It’s just a different country, they’re people just like me, with a slightly different idea of what is kind and what is staring. Also, I didn’t get super wet.

It’s still raining and now it’s dark enough that we can see lightening now and then. Delightful!



Now that I’ve let the cat all the way out of the bag, I fear there will be little else talked about here than the squigling thing in my uterus. We had our 16 week check up yesterday and, though I’ve convinced myself that I can feel this little dude wiggling and poking, I still managed to work myself up into a bit of a state beforehand worrying that everything was NOT OK.

It is! Very OK, actually. Our Dr. here is so effusive with compliments, it’s hard to know how much is actually true (your baby is fantastically active!) and how much is just her way of putting an exclamation point on everything (your chlamydia and gonorrhea tests came out great! I took this to mean negative, and yeah they’d better be.). There was absolutely positively nothing out of the ordinary. She thought it was unlikely that I’d been feeling the baby move (humph) and was unconcerned that I’m still in the negative on weight gain. And on that subject, how is that I look so fat when so far I’ve lost 3 lbs and in the last month gained 1? I promise you all, I’m eating plenty of cheesecake, I just think maybe the little squishy is taking it all from me.

Jesse came in to hear the heartbeat and, lucky him, stayed to hear the Dr and I discuss my “poo”, as she calls it (I’ve still got off and on diarrhea, aren’t you glad I’m sharing?). We had no ultrasound this time around, but she did pull out microphone with a box attached and stuck it to my lubed up lower belly. After just a second of my heart stopping because we could only hear a hiss and a burbling sound, she moved it a bit to the left and there came a loud “ka-whoosh, ka-whoosh, ka-whoosh, *CLICK* ka-whoosh *BLIP*, ka-*THUD*, ka-whoosh, ka-whoosh” and she told us it was a strong 140 bpm and the baby was kicking her microphone! Exciting.

OK, enough of all that talk, I’m going to take Jesse to breakfast. Everything’s good!