I hate stuff. Especially stuff that will be used temporarily, get worn out and damaged, or is otherwise considered disposable. I feel the same way about clothes. I rarely buy clothes, and when I do, I intend for them to last a long, long time. Some of my clothes I have been wearing for 15 years. I also don’t like to replace anything until it’s TOAST. Like, unusable. My grandfather lived as a poor farmer through the Great Depression (1930’s, not 2008) and he was very frugal, and collected EVERYTHING he thought might have value. While I can’t stand to have things laying around that don’t serve a distinct and immediate purpose, I think I developed an appreciation for the value of having things that do their jobs well.

All this is to say, I HATE baby stuff. I know that some people get SO excited about decorating a nursery and buying new furniture, but I literally cringe when I receive emails advertising things I “need,”like a giant swing that sings, vibrates, spins, entertains, and teaches baby. Or the diaper bag that doubles as a tent, in case you and baby are caught in the woods in a storm. Okay, I made that one up. It seems like companies are simultaneously trying to create items that do more tasks while thinking of new products to fill a gap where humans used to have to do something manually. It’s also sort of humorous to think of all the brightly-colored shiny new products that are secretly “new” and “improved” versions of something you probably already have around the house. Like baby baths. You do know that’s just a plastic tub, right? I have about 30 of them in my storage closet holding winter hats and scarves, holiday decorations, and camping supplies. They may be clear instead of bright aqua with friendly fishes painted on, but they hold 1-2 inches of water, fit inside my bathtub (or sink), dry quickly between uses, and won’t be damaged by soap! I feel confident in my ability to monitor baby’s position while we wash him/her, without the assistance of a seatbelt.

Now I’m just ranting. Let me get to the point I intended when starting this email. I have finally resigned to ONE item we need to acquire for baby’s safety (I’m still resisting nearly everything else, including a crib). We have chosen the carseat. It’s a Clek Foonf:dragonfly


We’re opting to skip the removable baby-carrier carseat that snaps onto the stroller, sits on top of a high chair, and allows baby to sleep soundly in the grocery cart. Why? For one, we’re comfortable with the idea of removing baby from the seat when we get out of the car. I know, we’ll wake him up sometimes. I know, it’s so convenient to take him into a restaurant, set the rig on the floor, and let him chatter away from the safety of his seat while you enjoy your dinner. I think we’ll just hold him. Or skip the restaurant. We’re foregoing this convenience because we hate the idea of two carseats – one for six months and one for later years. In truth, we won’t really be saving any money this way, because we are going with a relatively expensive seat. But I figure it’s worth it for four years and not having to choose/store/resell/recycle two carseats. I would also rather give my money to one company that makes a quality product rather than two companies who make two cheaper versions of the same thing. We may re-evaluate with Kid #2, but this is where we are heading for now.

What about you? Did you love or loathe the carseat you chose or were given? Are you one of those lucky people who live in an area with enough public transit that you don’t need to drive a car and buy a seat? Will you buy a seat for every car and every stage of your child’s development?


14, 15, and 16 weeks

Here I am again, posting a tardy and boring update. The second trimester has proven to be about as uneventful as the first. But less exciting. I hear stories of women who just felt like they were walking on air during pregnancy, so thankful to be growing a new life, feeling so healthy and vibrant. I hear about the energy boost they get after about 13 weeks that leaves them feeling refreshed and inspired. I hear about so many women who LOVED that during pregnancy they felt no guilt about eating an extra cookie, enjoying chocolate milkshakes, or helping themselves to seconds of every meal, because this was the time in their lives when they had the ultimate excuse – pregnancy.

Me? I’m just sort of … bored. Don’t get me wrong, I’m VERY happy to be pregnant, but I don’t have any of those whimsical and magical feelings or experiences that everyone seems to describe. I feel fine. Mostly great. Slightly constipated and occasionally tired, but generally very normal.

I keep telling myself that this little adventure will get more exciting when I can tell that this bulge around my belly button is BABY and not BROWNIES. I also look forward to feeling him/her move in there. I had one little flutter when I was lying in bed at the 16-week mark that felt slightly different than gas. That might have been it. But 4 days later, and I haven’t noticed a similar feeling.

I know I’ll probably look back and wish I had cherished this time more. I’ll probably feel like it flew by and wish that I had paid more attention or slowed down to smell the pregnancy flowers. But right now, I’m wishing it to hurry up.


More awkward half-nude photos. 15 weeks.


Trying not to feel like this is weirddd.

As far as the day-to-day, I’m still wearing my normal clothes, though a few pair of pants are probably too tight at the waistband for me to reasonably squeeze into. I’m still going to the gym 5-6 days a week and walking a few miles each day between dog walks, walking to work, and some lunchtime strolls. I can tell that I am getting weaker and have less endurance. Food is all still the same as before pregnancy – I eat a lot and love it all. As has been true since the beginning, I crave sweet, starchy foods like cinnamon rolls and doughnuts 24/7. I’ve gained between 8-10 pounds, I think, and I blame it all on desserts. I can see the weight in a thickening layer of fat around my thighs, midsection, and upper arms. While I have been eating my normal fruit/nut/whole grain/bean/vegetable/cheese diet, I’ve added in more calories for desserts. And I am annoyed at myself for doing so, but my willpower is diminished.

Sleep has also been pretty normal, and I get around 8 hours each night. I have been plagued with a middle-of-the-night wake-up in which I can lay in bed for an hour or two pondering all sorts of irrelevant and interesting things. Luckily, that doesn’t happen more than a couple of times a week.

We continue to ski most weekends, go to the movies, have dinner with friends, and watch a lot of Netflix in the evenings. I’m sure that in 6-8 months, we’ll look back at this life and think about how leisurely, peaceful, indulgent, or maybe even boring it was. We’re enjoying our time together, and I do have a haunting reminder that it is limited, knowing that our lives will soon be turned upside down.

We have still only purchased a few clothing items that I found on clearance online. We are minimalist and hope NOT to have a bunch of gear/furniture/clothes/toys specifically for baby. For one thing, we can’t fit it. For another, both of us HATE clutter and will happily purge nearly anything in our paths in order to gain more simplicity. My mom keeps reminding me that people WANT to get you gifts, but I keep telling her that we don’t WANT any gifts. I know that she and my aunts/friends will win this battle. I just hope that we can channel their sweet sentiments into something useful, instead of a bunch of adorable outfits that only get worn once or blinking, bouncing, bright bobbles that nobody needs.


Skiing, a few weeks ago.


Our ridiculous dog, who believes she is entitled to all the snuggles, all the blankets, and as much space on the couch as she desires.