Tracks to Clementine

Freedom America or Jesus Nascar?

Y'know, for the name of our soon-to-be born child. (Not so soon that I'm in labor or anything, just soon as in: Behold the passage of time!)

Interestingly enough, we've not really gotten any name suggestions for our kid. Nor have many people speculated on the sex of the babe--at least, not to us. This could be for any number of the following reasons:

• People know that we know the sex but, because we're not telling anybody, have just kept all of their ideas to themselves
• Neither Yellow Dog nor I work in anything resembling a "regular" office
• All relatives of generations older than ours live in other states
• No one really cares all that much

We care, of course. And that's why we found out. We decided not to tell anyone (except for our doctor) because we thought it would be nice to have something about this baby all to ourselves for awhile. I have to admit that it's gotten much harder to keep the secret as the pregnancy has progressed. Not because we're dying to tell, but because we refer to the baby by pronoun and by name. It'd be pretty anticlimatic if we let it slip now that we're in the anyday range, so we're sticking to our plan. We like the plan. But we'll like the baby even better, I think.

In other news: my hematocrit is officially going up, as proven by last week's blood draw. My doctor also had my iron stores checked: down 50% since July! So I'll be on the increased iron dosage until at least six weeks post-partum but should continue to feel better and better. My cheeks were rosy yesterday, rosy!

Along with that pleasant news, let it also be known that today is officially Day One of maternity leave. Okay, okay, it's only sort of Day One kinda like how my sabbatical was a shambbatical. But only because I have about 8-12 hours worth of paperwork/project documentation to complete. My last class was on Wednesday and no amount of paperwork can change that truth. It's really wonderful to wake up in the morning without a sense of reluctance or anxiety due to any impending projects.

Work-related, that is: our apartment is still in a state of "wait, you live here?" but there are signs that cozy homeiness is coming to stay.

And if the baby comes before we're finished? How could I even be bothered to care? A whole person trumps displaced knickknacks.

Posted by Ida at November 26, 2007 01:52 PM