Archives for June 2015
Today was an important day. I mean, I guess it was just like yesterday. Here we are waking up, waiting for you, but all the days seem different since you’ve been here; bigger somehow.
I know the doctor says it’s not possible, but I always worry I’m going to squish you in the night by rolling over on my tummy. You are getting really big lately. I’m sure in the grand scheme of this whole thing, your life and all, that you being about the size of one of those tiny lap dogs they let people bring on planes is nothing. But still, when I wake up I always try to get you to stir and then I tell you I love you.
We went to the doctor today. Your daddy worked from home and came with us. The doctor said you could be here any time. When I hear this, I think about what it will be like to kiss your skin and see your eyes and I get excited to bring you to the home that will be ours.
On the way back from the appointment Daddy and I bought raspberry tea and jumped in the ocean in our clothes.
I wanted to take in the ocean’s power. I figured I was going to need it soon, but instead its calmness is what stayed with me; the tiny sand crabs like teeth in the sand, the ripples in between the big waves, how everything sounds quieter underwater.
There are things I won’t be able to recall about this pregnancy, and truthfully I hope it’s part of the pain that comes at the end, but I want to remember the way your small foot felt pressing against my hand. That was the first way we knew you.
I have been waiting for you all of my life. Your daddy and I both have. We can’t believe you’re almost here.
me, your mom
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The sky has been the color of a shark belly most days this week; no sign of the sun at all. It almost makes you feel as though you’re inside, even when you’re outdoors.
I’ve probably been to the gym twenty-five times in my life, not counting the gymnastics gymnasium I attended addictively after watching the “Dream Team” win gold at the 1996 Olympics. I went occasionally in college with my roommates when there was nothing else to do besides study, but now I’ve been going about once a week for a prenatal yoga class, stopping by the pool to swim laps since swimming seems to be the most fun exercise I can do right now.
It’s better for me to go to the pool before the yoga class to put myself on more of a schedule, otherwise I’ll waste time getting in the cool water. Without waves as a motivator, I am far more likely to spend at least five minutes messing with my Fitbit, reorganizing my gym bag and stretching. Of course, that 75º water is what helps me swim faster once I’m finally in.
While swimming, I focus on my breathing and stare underwater at all the people swimming at their own pace. I swim some laps hard, but enjoy the excuse, as it may be, of being pregnant because it means I can take slow laps with a kickboard in between other strokes without feeling judged by myself and others.
During the rest of this week, Scott and I focused on adding the last details to the nursery: curtains, a wall rack for his surfboard and a cushion for the rocking chair I found at the consignment store. The carseat and extra adaptor are installed in our cars. I also spent some time finishing a tiny toy house we made for Sprout (I love this DIY Paint because you can paint layers of color and rub the paint back easily once it’s dry to reveal the colors you want, plus it’s non-toxic). I hope to show our whole nursery project from start to finish next week.
Last night I had a vivid dream about Sprout’s eyes. In it I said, “I had a feeling they were that color.” When Scott said goodbye to me before he left for work this morning I said “Sprout is so pretty!” still half in the dream.
It’s not just pool laps that I’m taking slower lately. I haven’t made a to-do list all week. Previously, I’d have a few items already penciled in on to-do lists for three days from now. Despite what I might have thought, I still manage to return emails, water the plants, go to Trader Joe’s and write without a reminder.
Somehow whether anyone is in school or teaching or not, June always seems to signify a life shift for us. A baby with bright eyes will rock in this bouncy seat next to me soon. I will worrying less about how many off-the-lips I did surfing or how much time I spent writing each week and more about if a small, dependent human we created seems to be taking to the world we brought them into.
People ask me if I’m scared to have Sprout, and while I mentally take note not to ask that question of anyone else, lately I respond with “A little, but I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
I was in the locker room after swimming the other day when a group of elderly women walked in from the pool and circled around me asking when I was due. “In two weeks!” I said excitedly. The one without a swim cap and a small crop of white curly hair who seemed to be the leader exclaimed “Excellent!” Then she cleared her throat, looked around at her crew and said “Ladies, are we ready? We can do this!”
1. Pinto bean tacos with jalapeños, tomatoes, red onion, lettuce, cheese. Dad made these.
2. Blue corn chips and spinach and tomato scrambled eggs. Hot sauce was added too, and I’m so glad I’m done with The Old Man and the Sea. Good writing, lots of dead sea life.
3. Healthy Spaghetti O’s. They sell something called “Harvest Grains Blend” at Trader Joe’s. It includes dried couscous, orzo, baby garbanzo beans and red quinoa. I cooked it and then added it to tomato soup. It tasted just like Spaghetti O’s.
4. Asparagus with Curry Mayo Sauce. I finally made asparagus that turned out bright green. I usually cook it so much it turns the color of canned peas, but a 325º oven, ten minutes and some olive oil and salt and pepper solved my problem. The sauce my mom taught me to make made it even better. It’s mayo, fresh lemon juice and curry powder. Neither of us use exact measurements, so it’s just kind of one of those “to taste” recipes.
One time, when we were house sitting in an upscale home in La Jolla, I got to use the treadmill in the home-gym while watching television. It was hard to use the treadmill and figure out the TV, so I got stuck watching the E! channel and one of those countdown shows that hooks you in even though there’s like two thousand commercials for Maybelline and Pantene. This one was Ten Most Outrageous Celebrity Baby Nurseries or some variation. I know Kim Kardashian’s was on the list. They also mentioned how some of the celebrities got “Push Presents” such as a Rolls Royce SUV or a Pomeranian puppy with an 80 karat gold collar and its own iPhone.
When I first heard of the term “Babymoon” I figured it was an idea born from these same minds and wrote it off. No one I knew from any of the generations before mine had ever heard of a “Babymoon”, so during my pregnancy I focused on making sure all the thrifted furniture I purchased for the nursery was free of lead paint and forgot about it.
One day my mom said how she thought the “Babymoon” idea was a great one and that getting away, just the two of us, before Sprout’s arrival, would be a nice way to focus on each other while also celebrating this current phase of our lives. I thought about Oregon and how we skated the Portland skateparks together without ending up in the ER. I thought about that time we set up camp in the most perfect spot we’d ever seen only to be given the boot by a policeman ten minutes after we lit a camp fire. I thought about Yellowstone and sleeping in the car and Scott talking in his sleep about being trapped while I was worrying about bears attacking us because we had peanut butter and toothpaste in there. I thought about how this pregnancy has been better than I ever thought pregnancy could be, but that it was still like a marathon with the potentially hardest miles remaining. After all this thinking, I started looking into Babymoon getaways and that’s when I found the Glorietta Bay Inn on Coronado Island.
Since I was already in my third trimester, a staycation seemed like the perfect option and the Glorietta Bay Inn was not only steps from the beach and bunch of different dining and shopping options, it also specifically offered a Babymoon package including a feather-topped king bed, continental breakfast delivered to your room, a welcome basket with pickles, chocolate and gift certificates to the best local ice cream shop, and cookies and milk delivered to your room at bed time along with the turn-down service. Not to mention, the hotel is a historic mansion and had a heated pool.
The evening of our arrival, we walked to dinner at the Bluewater Boathouse. Scott got a Mai Tai and I could almost see his shoulders loosen and drop to a resting position. I left my cell phone in our room and straightened my hair for dinner. We were back in vacation mode together. After dinner, we crossed the street to check out the live music at the Hotel Del. The next morning we ate the breakfast that was delivered to our room, watched the X Games and then headed down to the pool. It was quiet and warm and I tried to read The Old Man and the Sea without getting too bummed about the dying dolphin part.
A family from Illinois stopped by on their way back from the beach. The son had trunks on instead of boardshorts. Usually that’s one way I can tell if someone’s from out of town before they even say it. He sat hands and legs limply dangling in the water listening to his father explain to Scott the reasons why it’s tough to be in the Navy. “Only two showers per 40 people on the ship and the bunks are spaced two feet apart! It’s like being in a coffin while you’re still breathing!”
Another lady stopped by the pool with her son and daughter just as the Illinoisans left. They were from Kansas. The son wore trunks with an elastic waist too and neither of the kids were allowed to swim past the 4 foot marker. I saw the boy try to and I immediately started scanning the area for the lifesaver since he looked like he was certain to drown if he went any further. The mother’s hair was as red as a Popsicle in the sun and when I came to swim in the pool along with them, the kids acted as if my pregnancy was some sort of disease and tried to get away from me. I thought about chasing them, but all I really had to do was swim to the deep-end where they couldn’t touch to give us all our own space.
Later that day, when we were practically falling asleep in a pile on the beach, a group of girls taking photographs for a Quinceañera seemingly chose us as their background despite there being 1.5 miles of picturesque sandy beach and dunes everywhere else. I took some pictures of Scott throwing up a peace sign as they jumped and spun and giggled for their photographer five feet behind us and we laughed like we were in trouble in school and wondered who was photobombing who.
On our way to the movie theatre that night, I overheard a little girl with two braids exclaim, “I’m never too cold for ice cream!” as she and her family arrived at the Moo Time creamery and I thought about our kid coming here and saying something like that to us someday. Then I wondered why I ever second guessed getting away, even if only for a day or two to somewhere close by, knowing that you always get good stories when you leave home.
Last year we flew down to Mexico with our friends Basia and Phil to stay in a concrete floored bungalow with colorful placemats and two creaky hammocks next to a shore break that could’ve swallowed all the stray dogs around. Pescadero is a small town on the South West Coast of Baja. I remember feeling warm every day. I remember drinking tequila and Tecate every day too. I remember watching locals pull into house high barrels going the speed of a Porsche on the freeway. I remember trying to skate this turquoise skatepark in the middle of nowhere that was patrolled by pit bulls and local Mexican guys that liked Reggae. The directions to get to our place included lines like “Turn right after the last bougainvillea.” Basia and Phil were unfamiliar with the plant at the time. I think Phil still calls it Bogdanvillea; some kind of hybrid of the actual plant species and Basia’s dad’s name. Anyways. Phil is an amazing cinematographer and film maker and has put together a short film about our experience called Capas. Above is the trailer. I will share the full film in a few weeks. And if you will, stop by Phil’s site and check out some of his photographs and other videos. You will not be disappointed. They always offer me a little escape to somewhere else.
Capas (meaning layers in Spanish) is a short surf film put together by four friends whose desire for travel led them to Baja California Sur. The film and editing style are a reflection of the natural and cultural diversity or “layers” encountered throughout the southern half of the Baja Peninsula. Featured surfing in the film are Devon Holloway DeMint from The Tale of a Mermaid and Scott DeMint. Filmed by Philip C. Nowak, Devon Holloway DeMint and Scott DeMint. Edited by Philip C. Nowak.