The Not-Quite-Yet New Mama Brain

a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJEkdJdUM4w/SZB5FspeXeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZXYLHN61-fk/s1600-h/647904618_c33c29c2d2.jpg”img style=”margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJEkdJdUM4w/SZB5FspeXeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZXYLHN61-fk/s200/647904618_c33c29c2d2.jpg” alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300869900206497250″ border=”0″ //aspan style=”font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;” I/spant’s official. The household is on Baby Watch 2009, in the four week countdown window that defines the arrival of a full or post-term baby. Our Z-baby, as I like to refer to her here.br /br /Since moving to the Northern California woods in October, life has been…well I’m not quite sure what it’s been. I look in the mirror these days at my pale, and growing paler, face and realize how much time I spend in the shade. At our rented house, the sun is rarely glimpsed — seen only by looking up through the skylights at the tops of the majestic redwoods. Light filters down, but it’s not the warm tones of Southern California or Florida. It’s a cool blue-white. I’m sure somewhere a dermatologist is cheering, but I miss the warming rays of gold that greeted me in San Diego.br /br /My book has been on the backburner for months, but I managed to help copy edit (on deadline) two of my husband’s books, the last of which was sent to the press about seven days ago. We had guests for more than three weeks over the Christmas-New Year holidays. And since coming here, I’ve caught two nasty colds and two bouts of stomach flu. I don’t recommend being sick while preggers. It truly is miserable.br /br /I finished our taxes, but still haven’t sent out Christmas-New Year cards. Those are piled on the kitchen counter, a constant source of holiday leftover guilt. Unstable situations in the family have stabilized for now, making everyone happier.br /br /The nursery is finally finished, though there are still a few little things for the Darling Husband to do. He knows what I speak of. Today we are scheduled to get our first load of cloth diapers from the delivery service. I’ve split the diapering into cloth during the day at home and disposables at night and for travel. The medicine has also been recognized to boost up overall stamina and energy for men, making the capable of making levitra cost of it perfectly in the bedroom. You will need to ensure that you achieve erections even if sildenafil levitra you suffer from erectile dysfunction. Millions of men, across the globe, are known to suffer from erectile dysfunction, so that’s a lot of customers prefer making purchases through cash ordering cialis online on delivery is that there is no need to make any payment till the time the medicines actually arrive at your address. With such huge benefits and no side effects people experience compared to other medicines for erectile dysfunction are being also thought about this order cheap levitra offered by online drugs stores. I figure this way no one in the diaper debate is happy with my choices, but the Z-baby’s bottom will be covered.br /br /We’re as prepared as an upper middle class couple expecting their first child can be. I’ve even socked away at least a week or so of homemade meals in our freezer. Today I’m planning to make vegetarian Cornish pastys. The Food Network inspires again. It really is the safest television watching choice right now — no worries about violence or language, just nurturing food prepared by endlessly cheery people, some of whom like to use weird euphemisms for normal ingredients (EVOO? really?).br /br /It’s a strange place to be, this moment in time of watchful waiting. An in-between place. Not-quite a mom. Not-quite not a mom. The Z-baby has shifted low enough to make her presence felt in position. I’ve started sitting on her mattress/lap pads, in case my water breaks on the new couch.br /br /I don’t know what life will be like after. I’m not sure anyone who’s new to this can know. I do hope, however, that Baby will not be my only topic of conversation. Somehow, that seems unhealthy.br /br /As an antidote for that, or perhaps just a stop gap, I do plan to start blogging once a week, on Mondays. Of course, if I’m at the hospital, that won’t happen. And, of course, I reserve the right to blog about Z-babyness… at least at first.br /br /Wish me luck.br /br /span style=”font-size:85%;”Photo courtesy of a href=”http://flickr.com/photos/mwboeckmann/”mwboeckmann./abr //span