Elizabeth’s Journal

Do Re Mi Fa…

This week has seemed quite busy. On Tuesday I got to babysit that cute little Eamon (Jessica & Archie’s son) while Jessica went for the manicure we gave her for a Christmas present. He can be so cuddly, and he is just so damn cute! Dale was jealous I was getting him all to myself; I did it while Jonathan was at his lunch bunch. I even got to get out my sling and have him on my hip while I made my lunch, which certainly brought back some memories. My throat remembered that it used to get a little hoarse b/c I was talking to Jonathan all the time, telling him what I was doing (putting toast in the toaster, for instance) and why, how things worked, etc. Eamon was certainly fascinated (or bored, take your pick). He sat at the table with me and had grapes, cheese, turkey, and some of my homemade dill bread. It was fun! Then he helped me water the plants on the deck.

Yesterday was a difficult day b/c I’d slept on the wrong side most of the night before (it was either that or do grievous bodily harm to my husband for snoring every time I started to go off to sleep), and all the following day the baby’s head was pressing against a nerve on the right side of my back. Felt like someone had kicked my right kidney with Doc Martens—not very comfortable at all. So at bookgroup in the evening I made sure to sit on a dining table chair (wooden, not padded) and sat with good posture such that my stomach was between my back and the floor (as opposed to reclining backwards, like on a comfy couch). By the time I left to go back home, things had improved at least 50%, and after sleeping last night on my left side instead of the right, I am just fine today. Thank goodness.

I can certainly tell that I’m pregnant—last weekend Dale and I came across Field of Dreams on the TV and watched a large part of it (the field was already built, but he hadn’t gone to get James Earl Jones yet). You would not believe how hard I cried at that stupid movie—twice, no less! Big, gulping sobs too. I was an absolute mess. Until this baby comes, I am going to have to avoid all movies with sentimentality in them.

Today is usually a day that J. and I just hang around the house and chill, but we ended up having a busy afternoon. I got organized with my datebook, first of all—have signed up Jonathan for some summer camps at his gymnastics place, and there are some activities for kids who will be attending his elementary school in the fall (less than four months away!) that I had to write in, etc. (I also had to call Dell to arrange for a new monitor since two rows of pixels went out on mine last night, but luckily it was quite a painless experience.) Then I called to schedule my singing lessons that Dale gave me for my birthday and ended up making the first one this afternoon at 1 p.m. So J. and I had to quickly shower, run up to Subway to grab a sandwich for lunch, fill up the car with gas and head to south Austin for my first singing lesson either (with the same lady, Sonora Lee, who has been giving Dale piano lessons since the beginning of the year). Jonathan loved everything about her and got to play the keyboard (with the headphones on) while I had my lesson. When I had to go to the main house for a bathroom break, she got him on her little drumset, and he just went to town on it. She was quite impressed, and then even more so when she realized he could read (was reading the names of the buttons on her keyboard). After he was done with all that, he just pulled a book out of his backpack and sat in a chair to read it. He was grand company.

When we left Sonora’s, we headed up to his elementary school to have a look at all the student artwork that was in the hallways. Jonathan had a great time looking around the school and seeing where all the classrooms were and the things the kids had made. We will be going back again two weeks from tomorrow for some science lab activities. None too soon, either—the other day he learned about negative numbers when he asked me what was less than zero. Can’t start him too young, I guess . . .