4/13/2011 To Bubble and the Folk who love her,
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| Mommy with your red diary, elevating her feet while looking over Boulder from Mt. Sanitas | | | | | |
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Today we are launching Bubble's blog, everything up to now of which has been (or will be) transcribed from the red fuzzy diary we started when I found out I was pregnant. We'll post pics and information here, as well as stories for Bubble to look back on when she can read (planning to burn it to CD or something). In case she ever decides to get pregnant, her diary talks all about how it feels when she squirms around inside me, especially in Natural Language Processing (a computational linguistics course) in which she is consistently more active than at any other time. Haven't figured out why yet, but it works like a charm.
The first bit of information for Bubble Folk -- Colorado friends, mark your calendars because the Bubble Shower (both genders invited, a rowdy and happy BBQ-style celebration) is Saturday May 14th at 5pm at our new house, where we are just moving this weekend. It's at 7540 King Street, Westminster, CO 80030, which is also our mailing address as of 5/1/2011. We have borrowed almost all the necessities of baby equipment but we'll post an update later for ideas of what we still need (mostly stuff like gift cards to CostCo or a week of cloth diaper service).
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| Kelson and Matt conquering outcroppings |
Bubble -- now for an update on how the pregnancy is going and how it feels. This weekend I brought the red fuzzy diary on a great big hike up Mt. Sanitas, the trail overlooking Boulder, Colorado, where Grandma Carroll used to hike every day. It's a really hard hike and a lot of people told me I was crazy to do it because I'm humongous for 31 weeks, right in line with women in my family but enough that TOO MANY people are already asking me if it's twins. When I first told your Daddy I was going to hike it, he looked me straight in the eye and said, "No you're not." We worked that out. I compromised and promised to turn around at the first wave (which are called contractions by people who don't do hypnobirthing like us). I was dismayed to promise that because I had waves the whole time I was rushing through airports with Uncle Kelson back in Week 25, so I knew I would have to go very slowly and take tons of breaks or I'd get one in the first half hour. Uncle Kelson and Matt Russell came with me and encouraged me to take tons of breaks while they climbed rocks. You let me get 2/3rds the way up the mountain before I had a wave, and it was a really light one -- which I totally deserved because I leaped precariously from high rocks, and Uncle Kelson got upset with me for it. The ascent alone lasted 2 hours. Thank you!
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| Reading to Bubble with Tucker |
Unfortunately I have been utterly exhausted for the last several days, probably mostly as a result of that, and I do not intend to try to summit before you're born. Instead I'll do things like listen to your heartbeat with the baby doppler Daddy got us for Christmas, and read to you in Spanish on the big cushiony couch. Daddy thinks about you a whole lot, and he spends his time doing genealogical research and picking out your first name (because I picked your second one).
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| Listening to your heartbeat with Daddy |
Just these last two weeks you have REALLY started moving, most predictably when I am in class, but you also consistently will start moving when Daddy puts his face next to my tummy and talks to you. I thought it would work with other people but usually it doesn't; you wouldn't move for your Gramma Kate, for our good friends Mike and Elaina, or even for your Goddaddy Geoff. The only other person you WOULD move for is Aunt Sarah, who sang beautiful songs to you that she had written about God and love and good things like that. It makes it more fun that you only move when you want to; I'm glad I can't make you do it on demand. It reminds me that you're really a different little person in there. I'm so glad you're coming!
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| Aunt Sarah loves you |
