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11-29-07

Jodi must stay off her feet while the baby cooks in her pot belly stove. 30 weeks and counting. Fully baked is 40 weeks. 37 is golden brown. 36 would be awesome. We’ll take 34. 

I found a special ergonomic angled computer table she can work at easily while lying down, basically a TV dinner tray for supine geeks. This “horizontal office” turns endless days on the couch into productive hours. I’m tempted to get one for myself and write this book on my back between naps. The ability to work has kept her from going totally stir-crazy though she feels antsy today. It’s almost the weekend and weekends bum her out because she must simply continue to lay there and incubate like one of those Antarctic penguins who cannot leave the egg. Luckily, our living room looks out at a tranquil lagoon and the mountains of the Headlands.

She’s been knitting a blanket for our boy, turquoise and chocolate, her favorite color combo. Only problem is that the knitting is driving her nuts too, since she only just learned and has had to start over three times after much work. Still, she pushes on, and the sight of the ever widening turquoise band warms my heart.

3:41 am. For some random reason that is the moment the past three nights Jodi wakes with a ravenous hunger for yogurt or apples or water or something. Last night it happened twice. First for water. Then a while later for Tums, since acid reflux is one of the numerous joys of pregnancy. I pop upstairs and do not complain. Frankly, I’m glad for the practice and the head start on full time daddy care. Each glass of water I fetch is a half full trial run for late night baby feedings and other imminent inconveniences. With Jodi out of commission I cook, clean, shop, walk the dog, keep the water pitcher full next to the couch and generally serve at her beck and call. The only thing missing is a little bell. Made eggs and English muffins for brekkie today. I’m too lazy to make two pots of coffee so I drink decaf with her. Who says the man doesn’t sacrifice during pregnancy? 

 

 

 

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