october sky

with the weather being so gray, rainy and cold, it is easy not to feel too motivated to do much other than watch oprah, which is what i do now, since i only work 20 hours a week. and make pumpkin pie like i did last night. i am already gearing up to don the official housewife uniform of a juicy couture sweatsuit. just call me nancy. or maybe gloria (only if i start smoking menthol lights).
i was thinking that i haven't quite come to terms with being a wife, and now i am going to add mother to the list. do you think 'host organism' is as easy to say as mama?
yeah, i thought by now those maternal instincts would kick in - the only instincts i have are to guilt the child for all he has put me through. my mother will be happy to know that i am going to carry on the proud tradition of jewish (s)mothering.
ooh, and i recently purchased a book on parenting. its schtick is all about attachment parenting. oof. because shit like that is now a part of my vocabulary. basically it is all about meeting the child's needs on their terms. um, isn't that parenting in general? apparently, some like to put their new child on a schedule, and will do things such as let them cry when they are hungry because it isn't feeding time yet. the parents make a schedule of feeding, sleeping, etc that is convenient for them. i mean, i may only be 9 months pregnant but that sort of thing already pisses me off. children happen to be a bit inconvenient. that's the problem with having them. but making a child cry for hours doesn't seem to be a great way to aid their development. yeah kids need to be held, a lot, and they need to be fed when they are hungry, and sleep when they are tired. i am sure its going to be exhausting and plenty annoying. but hey, i am the one making the decision to have this kid, right?
and in non baby news....eh. nothing. its pretty much waiting for baby. and thinking about baby. baby. BABY!

so, about that

so, there he is.

i am only posting this picture, because honestly, it is the first normal looking ultrasound picture that i have.

the first was a blob. the second was skeletor and the others have been just weird, funny images of baby parts.

but this, this kind of looks like a kid. with max's nose, i am afraid.

i should also quietly mention that he is almost 8 pounds. which means he should cease to exist in my abdomen, and really starting living among other humans in the real world. gah. 8 pounds!