Frankie and I went to our first prenatal class tonight and it was totally awesome. It was a free class on Labor Pain Management held at the hospital. I was completely nervous for some reason. Frank made one little comment about it being a bit early ("
McNugget is only half cooked!") and I kind of hit the roof. "We could bail if he wanted to, we didn't need to go, if he thought it was too early we could wait" blah blah blah--I went on and on. Frank did the best he could not to openly laugh at me. He finally put me at ease saying that he was going to go even if I wasn't going to.
I had nothing to worry about. The class was a basic lecture on the history of obstetric anesthesia and such--all good info--but the best part was the doctor who held the class looked and talked exactly like Dr.
Huxtable on the Cosby Show. He was an elderly black man with cute greying hair who started off the class by telling us that after you help deliver over 18,000+ babies and get too old to go on call anymore, that they award you by putting you in a classroom and just letting you talk. He was great. The class was full of great information about the process of childbirth and how/why they administer painkillers. All good info and delivered in a calm, funny and very inviting way. I raised my hand at the end of class to ask about the accuracy of epidurals, since in 1976 when my mother had me, she said hers didn't take. He almost looked offended, "That didn't happen at OUR hospital, did it!?" and then proceeded to calm me with all sorts of useful information. I really dig information--it makes me worry less. I just need to know what to expect, even if it's the unexpected. You know what I mean?
After a nice dinner near the hospital on the West Side, Frankie and I came home all happy and talky. Usually, I curl up in front of the TV and he holes up in his room in front of his computer, but tonight I followed him into the room and set up shop. That's when the fun began. He's doing boy chores--cleaning up our
iTunes and making sure that all our good records are uploaded and at the higher bit rate (320
kbps). And I had just read in my pregnancy book that this week
McNugget's senses are almost formed and s/he should be able to hear things. Well, out came Frank's sound-geek, high-quality headphones and
McNuggs's first music lesson commenced. Below, find his first musical selections. S/he really kicked at The Beatles and when we played him old-
timey blue grass music by his (possibly) future namesake Asa Martin, Frank's
grandfather's cousin who was a talent scout/musician at the Grand Old
Opry.
1)
"Your Love" - The Outfield2)
"You Really Got A Hold On Me" - Smokey Robinson and the Miracles3)
"My Love Is Bigger Than Your Love" - McClusky4) "Waiting For Superman" - The Flaming Lips*
5) "Ana
Ng" - They Might Be Giants
6)
"Don't Worry Baby" - The Beach Boys7)
"Flying Robert" - The Tiger Lilies8)
"Please Love Me" - B.B. King9) "Let It Be Me" - The Beatles
10)
"Heroes" - David Bowie11) "Dr. Ginger Blue" - Asa Martin
12) "Lonesome, Broke and Weary" - Asa Martin
13)
"Good Vibrations" - The Beach Boys*Frank hopes that
McNuggs is inspired by Steven
Drozd's inspirational drumming style and not his heroine abuse.
Frank and Asa take their first nap together.
Hey everyone....so here we are, three weeks from McNugget's due date (Nov. 21). Wow! How times flies! Below is a list of all our McNugget Birth/Sex pool players. Winner gets bragging rights and a deep sense of personal satisfaction at choosing correctly. And the contestants are....
I was talking to my friend Ann on the phone yesterday when she said I should be able to see McNugget move by now. I'm definitely feeling the little bugger flip, roll and punch, but I hadn't thought to look at my stomach to see if anything made itself known. So when McNugget's after-breakfast calisthenics started up this morning, I thought I would look out for her. I was actually giggling instead of freaking out when I saw the top of my tummy bump up a couple of times. I am still in awe and a little disbelief that there's something living (and moving around) inside me.
Here are McNugget's latest round of ultrasound pictures. S/he was very well behaved today and held still for the ultrasound tech to get some great profile shots (all of the tech's previous babies this morning were NOT as cooperative as our McNugget!). I think my favorite shot thus far is of his/her little feet! You can even make out the little toes!
meaning today was a good day!
Frankie and I went to our first prenatal class tonight and it was totally awesome. It was a free class on Labor Pain Management held at the hospital. I was completely nervous for some reason. Frank made one little comment about it being a bit early ("McNugget is only half cooked!") and I kind of hit the roof. "We could bail if he wanted to, we didn't need to go, if he thought it was too early we could wait" blah blah blah--I went on and on. Frank did the best he could not to openly laugh at me. He finally put me at ease saying that he was going to go even if I wasn't going to.
After a nice dinner near the hospital on the West Side, Frankie and I came home all happy and talky. Usually, I curl up in front of the TV and he holes up in his room in front of his computer, but tonight I followed him into the room and set up shop. That's when the fun began. He's doing boy chores--cleaning up our iTunes and making sure that all our good records are uploaded and at the higher bit rate (320 kbps). And I had just read in my pregnancy book that this week McNugget's senses are almost formed and s/he should be able to hear things. Well, out came Frank's sound-geek, high-quality headphones and McNuggs's first music lesson commenced. Below, find his first musical selections. S/he really kicked at The Beatles and when we played him old-timey blue grass music by his (possibly) future namesake Asa Martin, Frank's grandfather's cousin who was a talent scout/musician at the Grand Old Opry.
Frank rules. Period. End of sentence.
