Road Trip

A couple of weeks ago we drove down to Chapel Hill, North Carolina to see my sister defend her Masters' thesis. It was our first road trip with Desmond. It was also a smashing success. Desmond was reasonable in the car, slept well away from home, and liberally doled out his most endearing smiles. We enjoyed great time with family and meeting some of Megan's good friends. I couldn't have hoped for a better trip!

Megan did a great job in presenting her thesis. She was a perfect blend of professional and charming. It's amazing to see how much she has learned in the past few years. Her professors think so too - she passed!

We didn't take many photos on the trip. Managing all the baby stuff and baby was enough for us. Here are some of the few shots we got.

Hamming it up with Grandma

Don't even try; I win all staring contests.

Megan at graduation the following weekend.

Six Years Ago

Today as I watched the pollen fall like rain, it reminded me that my first spring in DC I almost died. My life was spared and, in a way, Desmond's was as well.

One morning in the spring of 2003 I woke up feeling terrible. Since I couldn't pinpoint the source of the lousy feeling, I chalked it up to silliness and went to work. Halfway through the day I couldn't walk 10 yards without gasping for breath. "Shortness of breath" as a symptom of illness always puzzled me until I experienced it. I coughed up a bit of blood. I felt weak. Yet because none of my symptoms fit any illness known to me, I ignored it.

I spent the weekend taking it easy. As I laid on the couch, I would notice my heart beating erratically. Yet I ignored it.

Three days later, I went to the doctor who said I probably had exercise induced asthma. To be on the safe side, he referred me to a pulmonary specialist. Perturbed that I might have asthma, I waited three weeks to see the specialist. The only reason I finally went is because every time I tried to run, I would wildly gasp for breath.

I distinctly remember trying to jog along the George Washington Parkway one day after work. Trees and flowers were blooming in full force, like they have been this week. Pollen hung thickly in the air; everywhere you went there was a sticky sweet smell. As I tried to jog along the river, I gasped for breath. A man older than dirt passed me....he was walking. I berated myself for "being out of shape." I thought, "Come on - you're a Knight; you're tough." (It took a year or so of being married before I stopped using my maiden name when internally chastising myself.)

When I eventually saw the specialist, he was concerned about the abrupt onset of shortness of breath and sent me over to the hospital for further tests. I assumed he was over reacting. After all, my symptoms had mostly subsided. I was young. Nothing could be so serious that I would need to visit a hospital. All I could think about was that I needed to get back to work.

Dutifully, I went to the hospital. After an array of tests, the doctor told me they were admitting me immediately. I had multiple pulmonary embolisms, meaning several blood clots that had moved from my legs into my lungs. Serious stuff.

As the nurses and doctors heard my story, they were amazed at my stupidity for waiting three weeks to be seen by a doctor. Of course they were more diplomatic, but that was the general gist of things.

As it turns out, I have a genetic mutation that makes me prone to blood clots under certain conditions - particularly when taking birth control pills or being pregnant. Women with this condition who become pregnant often have repeat miscarriages before the problem is diagnosed. Because I knew to get tested, I avoided that painful path.

Trials are a (inevitable?) part of life, but it's easy to resent them. Sometimes those trials bring joys we never would have foreseen. Because of my sickness six years ago, I didn't have to run the risk of loosing Desmond.

So now when the height of spring hits DC, I remember stubbornly jogging when my life was in danger. I praise God I was spared and rejoice in the wonderful blessings that resulted from that trial.

Fish and Chips

I'm making baby food for Desmond. I've really enjoyed steaming and puréeing different foods. Food is so colorful and fresh when you make it yourself.

See the bright colors of the peas and carrots.

Desmond has been very flexible in trying different foods. The more "exotic" flavors include tomato/basil/onion, tofu, lentils/celery/garlic, and spinach/sweet potato. For those of you who recall that I don't particularly like cheese, you'll be glad to hear I even made him cauliflower with cheese. We haven't tried meat yet, but it's not far off.

The boy has quite an appetite! And even though every toy goes right into his mouth, Desmond hasn't figured out that the cubes of tofu or soft fruit are supposed to be eaten. All in good time.

Des loves his mushy peas. All he needs is some fish n' chips to go with them!

Got Some Toes

Desmond has five teeth now (and another on the way) – three on top and two on the bottom. Anything is a candidate for going in his mouth. Anything.

Playing the blanket game with Dad on the floor.

Des knows what he wants. Will Dad let him have it?

Ooooh yeah.

Hopefully I can get a shot of Desmond's own feet in his mouth. Much cleaner.

Seven Months

Desmond turned seven months today. He has come so far in seven months. Lately he rolls from his back to his tummy all the time. He hasn't figured out the reverse, so I frequently have to rescue him from his tummy.

He also gives us a steady stream of babbling. You can feel he's just dying to communicate more with us.


March was full of family visits. Almost all of the grandparents were able to stay with us. It was so much fun for all of us to spend time together.

Our two blue eyed guys hang out together.

Babci and Vovo squeeze out a few more minutes with Des before heading to the airport.

Gleeful smiles with Grandma Judy!

Aunt Megan came to love on Desmond after her toxicology conference.

We're Back

January was a long month here. It's almost the end of February and I just now feel like I've recovered from January.

Here are the highlights of life from my silence.

- Desmond is teething. Two little teeth are poking through. Very cute...and sharp! He's also become a good natured baby. He smiles and laughs and giggles and gurgles. He sounds like a little songbird now that he's learned how to mix screaming with trilling. Again, very cute. He loves to play with his dad by hiding under a blanket. He's learning how to eat solid foods. He's sleeping...well, better than before.

- Peter and I have started a new Small Group with Katie and Eric F. So far it's been really fun to start getting to know some new people. I love meeting new people and seeing how God has made so many different kinds of folks on this Earth.

- We're going to have lots of family in town for March. I'm really looking forward to it.

- Ultimate Frisbee season is starting in less than a month!!! I'm so excited I could jump out of my skin. Peter and I are hoping that we can both play and somehow bring Desmond with us to the games. I'm not sure how we'll do it, but I'm determined to be flexible and adventuresome in trying to make it work. If we don't try, we will never know if it's possible. Now I'm just working on getting in shape again. Yikes!

Hopefully I'll get back in the saddle and write more in the coming weeks. Now that I'm getting a little more sleep it's easier to think about something other than how to make it through the present day.

I must say that parenting is getting more fun by the week.

Show me the sweet potatoes!

This was the closest we got to the Inauguration, but we enjoyed watching it nonetheless.

A bath photo he won't hate us for someday.

Even when sad he's pretty cute.

Working on those fine motor skills.

Happy New Year

"You can never step into the same river twice."
-- Heraclitus

Let's all embrace the richness of life as we reflect on 2008 and look forward to 2009. Happy New Year everyone!

Dear Old Duke

So far, we don't have much Duke paraphernalia for Desmond - only a Duke mobile and a Duke bib. However, I think his blood must already run true blue.

It's been a rough two weeks with his napping schedule. I don't know if he's teething, going through a growth spurt or what, but all of a sudden it's very difficult to get him to nap for a respectable length of time.

One of the few tricks I've discovered that helps him to sleep is humming the Duke fight song (the same tune that his mobile plays). He will calm down and coo along with me as I hum. He doesn't do this for any other song.

We're pretty proud to have given birth to a Dukie. :-)

Cloth Diapers

Some people think of me as a "tree hugger" or "granola-ish." To me it's a compliment, even though I don't think I'm nearly hard-core or cool enough to live up to either title. This has come up recently because Desmond's cute little bum is covered with cloth diapers.

I'd like to say that we decided to try cloth primarily because it's "eco-friendly." The truth is my biggest reason for using cloth diapers is to save money. Also, we want to fight a "single serving" mentality.

I'm carrying dozens of freshly washed diapers to Desmond's room.

Please don't misunderstand me. I don't think disposable diapers are evil or that using them makes anyone better or worse for it. We occasionally use disposables. Doing cloth as our primary diaper just seemed right for us.

If you're thinking about going the cloth route, there are a ton of options. A lot of sites go into helpful detail (like here or here or here); I won't rehash what others have already said. Here are a few of my scattered thoughts about diapers thus far:

• Don't believe cloth-evangelists who say cloth is not more work than disposables. It is. However, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. I do a few more loads of laundry each week and it does take a little longer to put the diaper on. But folding diaper laundry is actually kind of fun. It reminds me that my little boy is growing. Plus, it gives you an excuse to watch TV guilt-free while you fold. :-)

• We're using a combination of pre-folds and pocket diapers. I've been surprised that pre-folds aren't as difficult as I expected. The creation of Snappis, which replace diaper pins, makes pre-folds very do-able.
  
  
• I love using pocket diapers in the middle of the night. They are quicker to put on, which is nice when it's especially cold at night.
  
  
• I'm not totally sold on the idea that cloth diapers are unequivocally and significantly more eco-friendly than disposable diapers. I've read articles which make the case that all the water used to wash the diapers negates the re-usable factor of cloth diapers. I'm not sure what I believe, but it's enough for me to realize that eco-friendliness is not sufficient by itself to be a motivator for me to use cloth diapers.
  

Grandma to the Rescue

I'm not sure if Grandma (my mom) was rescuing me or Desmond this week.

Recently I decided Desmond needed a snowsuit. Since I'm loathe to pay full price for baby clothes, I went to my favorite local thrift shop to look for one. Indeed, I found a perfectly respectable snowsuit for $10. With a 25% off sale that day, it was all the better for buying.

Unfortunately, it was pink. Desmond doesn't care, so I don't care. However, my mom sprang into action and found a nice, manly snowsuit on Black Friday and mailed it immediately.

Peter still gives his mom grief for dressing him in pink sweatpants once as a kid. Perhaps my mom was rescuing me from future grief instead of Desmond. Thanks Mom!

Bits of This and That

The past weeks have been full. Full of family, eating, growing, working.

- Peter's parents returned to England. We were so grateful to have them in the States for a few months at the start of Desmond's life. Their furlough was planned before we were pregnant. Somehow that divine coordination made their presence here all the sweeter.

- Watching Katie K. joyfully love Desmond without abandon has been a highlight of my week. Desmond is lucky to have such lively, intelligent, spunky aunts who are so full of life and love.


- Somehow Peter has found time to make small steps of progress on the basement. I'm amazed at how he's balancing so many demands in his life right now.

- I decided that I won't be returning to my job in January. It was simultaneously extremely difficult and extremely easy. I'll write more on this later.

- Desmond is smiling now! His smiles melt my heart in ways i never imagined. He even smiles in his sleep.

This is for Pete P. He loves it when I dress Desmond up as anything other than a little boy. ;-)

Life is good.

Long and Lean

You can't tell from this photo, but Des is a happy, "long and lean" little guy.

Desmond had a two month check-up last week. He weighed 10 lbs. 5 oz. and was 24 inches long. The doctor pronounced him "long and lean."

I thought seeing him receive the two-month vaccinations wouldn't bother me since he had an IV in the hospital. Wrong! Even though he only cried for 20 seconds, I still found my eyes wet with tears. I guess I'm a softy. I'm OK with that. :-)

Another milestone is that Desmond also rolled over last week! I can see now whey parents get so excited about these small milestones. When a baby can't do anything for himself, it's exciting to watch him slowly gain independence.

Life's a Dance

I live with lots of contradictions in my life. Don't we all? One of these contradictions is that I'm addicted to change, yet as soon as I'm hit with a change I work like crazy to create stability out of it. Despite the fact that I'm always battling to create routine out of change, if my life consisted only of routine tasks I would go crazy!!

For instance, when I started working at TNC I was like a kid in a candy shop. I loved the change in jobs and all the new things I had to learn (there was a lot) in order to function at a basic level. Yet assimilating new information and skills was a means to an end - to make certain problems routine. Making those tasks routine would free me (in theory :-) ) to tackle the new challenges.

This addiction to change will be helpful as a mom. Kids are constantly changing and require you to adapt quickly to their new needs. (As adults we're constantly in flux as well, we just hide it/ignore it better. But that post will have to wait for another day.) Peter and I aren't kidding when we say Desmond changes every few days.

Diapers? We have to fold them a different way now than a week ago. Sleeping? We have to figure out why he now wakes up after three hours at night when before he waited four hours. Crying? Why does he cry inconsolably in the afternoons AND evenings, when in the past it was just the evenings. The list goes on...

What can be frustrating is this new type of problem solving is more of an art form than a science. Since I'm dealing with a little person, there usually isn't a "right" answer. Desmond can't tell me if I'm right or wrong. "Right" answers are especially elusive at 2am. :-) For now I'll take solace in the country song's lyrics,

"Life's a dance you learn as you go.
Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow.
Don't worry about what you don't know.
Life's a dance, you learn as you go."

North and South

We've been enjoying lots of time with family this week. Some of Peter's family from Long Island came south to stay in Baltimore for a weekend visit. Also, my dad traveled north for a week-long visit. Desmond is one loved little guy. Here's the family love fest in photos.

Gangster Des

Are you talkin' to me?

"I'll beat you both together. I'll beat you both apart!"

That's right...I didn't think you wanted a piece of this.

Food Makes Family

Something special happens when people share food. Eating together, cooking together or giving food to someone creates a special moment. This is why I love cooking for people. My cooking isn't flashy or fancy, but it is a way to share sustenance with people - both through food and through conversation.

That's why it's been particularly touching to me to have people bring us meals when we were in the hospital and after Desmond came home. A special kind of warmth radiated from the meals. The gift of food speaks volumes to the country-girl in me.

On a more practical note, I've also learned a lot of new approaches to portable meals - enchiladas, chili, ham and feta pasta, tamale pie, sloppy joes, wild rice chicken casserole, pork stew, etc. I even tasted cookies from a purple ribbon winner in a 4-H competition! (For those of you who don't know, as I didn't, a purple ribbon is even better than a blue ribbon. It's like saying "this is absolutely the best", not just "this is the best out of this competition".) I've really beefed up (no pun intended) my list of potential meals to take to folks.

Thank you to everyone who has helped us so far, whether through food or other means! And to our DC friends - you need to start having more babies so I can bring you some food!!

Feeding Fun

We had an exciting weekend. My mom, Judy, visited for the weekend. We cooked a ton of meals to freeze. She also let Peter and I go out while she watched Des for a few hours. Even though I missed the little guy by the end of the evening, it was great to have an adult-only outing to celebrate Sonia J's birthday!. Historically Peter and I don't do "dates" very well. People insist that we need to make sure to have adult-time now that we have a kid. We're trying to figure out what that looks like for us. This was a good start.

Des also took his a bottle from Peter. I thought he might balk since he hasn't had a bottle since the hospital, but he was very compliant. Peter enjoyed getting to participate in the feeding fun.


On top of all that excitement I also went jogging for the first time in several months. Jogging is probably a generous term...it was more like a slow lope. Still, it provided enough endorphins to be in a goofy-happy haze for several hours!

Snap, Crackle, Pop

Anyone who has worked with me, lived with me or spent any significant time around me knows that practically every joint in my body pops. Somehow even my nose can pop. Yeah, it's weird.

We've heard a faint pop a couple of times when picking up Desmond. I don't know if this is normal for babies or not. Considering his mom can sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies, I wouldn't be surprised if it was indeed a joint popping. Hopefully someday he will have patient friends like his mom who will put up with all of his popping.

Desmond likes pushing himself around on the play mat in the mornings.

Babies and hats...too cute!!

Brave Dads

Desmond is now 9 pounds! Good growth from his birth weight of 7 lbs. 11 oz.

I'm discovering there are a lot of great things about the way that husbands take care of babies. Peter is willing to do a test run at all the things that scare me. He was the first to cut Desmond's fingernails, to give him a bath, to burp him vigorously, swaddle him tightly etc. Basically, if there's a task that intimidates me, Peter steps up to the plate and tries it first. I'm so grateful I don't have to do this parenting thing alone!

New Every Morning

Recently I read a great quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson.

"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered by your old nonsense."

There is some great truth in this quote. As I pondered it, I realized it reminded me of a Bible verse from Lamentations about God's mercy being new every morning.

"Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, 'The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.' The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD."

The beauty in both of these quotes is that our present and future doesn't have to be governed by our past. The Bible verse brings out the fact that we can't do it on our own. It's through God's grace and compassion for us that we can abandon our old ways and not be fated to repeat them. I'm so grateful I don't have to pull myself up by my bootstraps. Instead I can exist in the beautiful mystery of where obedience to God and his mercy and grace towards me meet.

This truth has been a great encouragement to me lately as I have so many new things to figure out in life.

Waking up together one morning.

Return of the Belly Button

A lot of weird things happen to your body when pregnant. Some things are more publicized than others, probably to ensure that the human race continues to propagate. :-) One of the changes that freaked me out the most was having my belly button pop out. I know - pretty irrational. But for some reason I felt vulnerable having the little guy sticking out when he should be sticking in. Maybe it stemmed from watching The Matrix too much. (Come on, I'm sure you remember the belly button scene.)


All of this gives you context to understand my relief of the past week as I noticed that my belly button is indeed returning to his "innie" state, just like everyone told me it would. I guess I had to see it with my own eyes to believe it.
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P.S. Hmmm, I just realized I call my belly button a "he." Is there a literary term for assigning gender to a gender-neutral object?

Four Generations

Desmond's great-grandparents (Larry's folks) visited for a short while this weekend. It was cute to see four generations of Krafts together. It was the first time Desmond wore a collared shirt. He didn't seem to mind it as much as his father does. ;-)

Four generations of Kraft men - Larry, PopPop, Peter and Desmond

MomMom enjoys holding Des in the rocker my dad gave us.

Six Blissful Days

Today marks Desmond's 6th day at home. He's gained back more than his birth weight and is very strong. We're thrilled at his good health. Unfortunately, my (Katharine) recovery has been slowed by a small hematoma along my incision. So we'll be doing some intense wound care for several weeks, which is rather painful but manageable.



This week we've been busy with the usual activities of diapering, feeding, rocking, not sleeping, etc. It's amazing how quickly your life changes - emotionally, physically and spiritually - all within such a short timespan. As our friend Dave A. said after the birth of their daughter 4 days before Desmond was born, "It's totally worth it." I couldn't agree more.

This may sound odd, but Peter and I were kind of looking forward to the sacrifices that accompany parenthood. The first six years of our marriage have been so much fun. We've delighted in getting to know one another better. There have been so many adventures we've had together and challenges we've overcome together. It's been amazing.

In the past year we started to get the feeling that life was a bit too easy. A bit too centered around pleasing our own desires. It seemed we needed a revolution of some sort. Revolution comes in many forms; ours arrived under the name of Desmond.

God calls us to put others before ourselves. Parenting is a beautiful expression of this concept. Peter and I are reminding ourselves of this high calling as we deal with the loss of continuous sleep, the reconfiguring of relationships, and the uncertainty of the future. I'm grateful for our wonderful son. It makes facing this new challenge a true joy.

Just one more day

After a week long technology hiatus, I'm mass communicating again! Thankfully Peter has been in much better shape than I have to keep everyone posted on the events of the past week. Despite the challenges of having Desmond spend time in the NICU, it has still been one of the coolest experiences of my life.

The exciting news is that Desmond is now out of the NICU and staying in the regular nursery at the hospital. The doctors want him to finish his antibiotics treatment and then will let him come home Monday evening!

In some ways, I feel like we've had parent-training wheels on during the past week. At first Desmond was closely monitored in the NICU, where nurses did everything for him at first. Then slowly let us change a diaper or give him a bottle here or there. Now that Desmond is in the regular nursery, we are allowed to do everything for him. I'm sure it will sound crazy to me later, but that was a welcome change for us. It feels like we have at least some limited control over his care. Then tomorrow, off come the training wheels and we're on our own!

As for me, I'm recovering really well. It's been a bit overwhelming leaving the hospital and going home, but our family is taking really good care of Peter and me. I won't go into many details about my C-section here, but if you want to know the details just ask me. I will say that I forgot to breathe a few times on the operating table, which gave the nurses a bit of a scare. The slightly morbid side of me found the whole surgery process pretty fascinating.

Thanks for all the supportive emails and phone calls you've sent us. When I was still in the hospital, Peter would read the emails out loud to me each night. It is incredibly comforting and encouraging to have so many people rejoice with us over Desmond's birth.

Hmmmm... As I write this, Peter is holding Desmond and we have just heard his first audible fart. I never thought a fart would sound cute. :-)

We're home

Katharine and I came home from the hospital today (Friday). It definitely felt weird to come home without our son, but the car seat is ready to go as soon as he is ready to come home. Until then, we are visiting about twice a day, interspersed with helping Katharine to recover from the c-section surgery. She is a trooper, and had been doing very well, with minimal pain medication, but she does have a hard time getting up and down stairs and gets worn out very easily.

Desmond is doing very well these days. After a second dose of surfactant, the chemical they used to treat his lungs, he really started doing much better. Today, he finally was allowed to come off of the supplemental oxygen, and he has also begun feeding through his mouth. Both of those things are significant milestones that need indicate he is getting much closer to breathing well in the real world as opposed to an incubator. An optimistic view of his homecoming is that he might be able to come home on Monday after finishing the 7 day course of precautionary antibiotics they have him on.

Now that we are home, we should be able to provide updates more often. Hopefully I can get Katharine to write a bit on the laptop. For now, I'm headed to bed for some much needed rest.

Oh, and I'm also going to post some information about all of the interesting and creative responses I got to our little weight and birth-time puzzle. Here's a teaser...
- Most obscure language: cold-fusion
- Most Simple solution to the weight: just look it up in a database of md5 hashes

Desmond update number 1

Here's the update email I sent out 2 days after Desmond's birth.

Hey Guys... here's the latest.

The initial take on Desmond's breathing difficulties turned out to not be entirely accurate. After about a day in the NICU, his need for supplemental oxygen began to increase where it should have decreased. This led the doctor's to believe that he has Respiratory Distress Syndrome. That basically means that his lungs are immature and are not able to absorb all of the oxygen that he needs.

Despite this being a setback, considering our initial impression of his condition, in actuality it means that only now are the doctors able to treat him correctly. They performed a small procedure to treat his lungs, and he showed instant improvement. So, for day 2, he has shown steady improvement. The treatment for Respiratory Distress Syndrome is straightforward and generally very successful. We have been told that his recovery should not be in doubt, only the amount of time it takes for him to get up to full strength. Even though we are very concerned for him, we have become convinced over the last 2 days that he is receiving excellent care by professionals who are both talented and compassionate.

Katharine is recovering well, and we should go home on Friday. We probably won't be able to take Desmond with us right away, but we are very grateful to live only 2 miles away from the hospital, so we can visit very easily. From here on out, to avoid spamming a lot of people, we will probably just post updates on our blog... http://oskrafts.blogspot.com/.

Thanks so much for all of the support. We feel very loved and cared for, and we feel that Desmond is coming into a world that, despite many challenges, will show him a lot of love as well. Please continue to pray for his full recovery.

Take care,
Peter

PS. On a lighter note, the little heart shaped shield that they use to cover up Desmond's groin area during his many chest x-rays is actually called "The Gonad Protector". For a minute, I thought the nurses were complementing my son when they were talking about protecting the gonads. Turns out, Gonad is a highly technical medical term, but I always thought it was just slang.

The Krafts have a baby

Here's the text of the email I sent out announcing the birth of our son. So far, there have been several people who were on the email bcc line that not receive it, so I apologize if you were expecting an email but have been in the dark until now.

Hey Everybody,

I am pleased to announce the birth of Desmond Knight Kraft. Desmond was born on Monday, September 8th, and weighed in at a veryrespectable weight. After 8 hours of induced labor without any progress, the doctor decided to go with a c-section. Katharine is definitely my hero... she was awesome from start to finish.

Unfortunately, Desmond is in the NICU right now. He was having a hard time breathing due to an excess of fluids in his lungs, so they are feeding him extra oxygen to help his lungs catch up. It's a minor concern, and we expect a quick recovery, but we would still appreciate your prayers for this situation.

We are very grateful for everyone's encouragement, advice, and prayer. Of course, this is only the beginning of a crazy new adventure, and we hope that everyone of you can get to know little Desmond soon. His life will surely be richer if he has the opportunity to know you.

We are at Inova Fairfax Hospital and would be happy to receive visitors if you can spare a minute to stop by. I'll also be sending out an update when we (hopefully) find out that Desmond is 100%. For future updates, you can visit: http://oskrafts.blogspot.com/.

Take care,
Peter

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Baby's Birth Weight = X pounds, Y ounces
Baby's Birth Time = HH:MM:SS

MD5sum(X) = 8f14e45fceea167a5a36dedd4bea2543
MD5sum(Y) = 6512bd43d9caa6e02c990b0a82652dca
MD5sum(HH:MM:SS) = 47350265dd94444790732a97466c1389
All values in ASCII, no whitespace included.

If you feel like it, email me the the true values of X and Y for a prize. Email me the correct value of HH:MM:SS for the big one. The first correct answer gets bragging rights. If you include code/commands, the shortest implementation gets cool points (these tend to be worth a lot in our household).

If you have no idea what any of this means, sorry... check the blog in a few days if you are curious.

The Facts of Life

It's good I've been reflecting on the "big picture" because we found out on Friday that my induction date has moved up a week! The current plan is to induce labor on Monday, September 8th (my mom's birthday!). We're taking this week to relax and have fun as much as possible before we enter the temporary tunnel of chaos that comes with being new parents.

In the meantime, I'm still reflecting on my last few days of being pregnant....

Did any of you watch the TV show "The Facts of Life" in the 80's? Remember the theme song?

"You take the good,
You take the bad,
You take them both and there you have the facts of life.
The facts of life."

This is true for pregnant life as well.

I try not to get touchy when people say careless things to me while I've been pregnant. I give the benefit of the doubt that certain things are said with the best of intentions, but sometimes I think, "Come on people, use your brains!" These are just a few things people have actually said to me in the past month or so.

• "You're still here!?" - at 32 weeks from a co-worker who doesn't even know me well

• "Wow, you're still finding clothes that fit you!" - at 35 weeks from a dude at work

• "Should you be eating that?" - in response to my eating many different things from dark chocolate to rum cake.
  

But there are also perks of being in your third trimester.

• People acknowledge your existence. In the DC area people tend to keep to themselves. I'm not sure if it's because we're all wrapped up in our own lives/problems or if people were raised that way or if it's just peer pressure. In any case, when you're pregnant people look you in the eye, say hello, and even offer an unsolicited smile! It's a great way to feel connected to the human race.

• I am almost always offered a seat on the Metro! You may remember an earlier post about my surprise when Metro riders didn't offer me, a pregnant lady, a seat. That no longer happens.

• Random offers of help. Random strangers now offer to carry groceries for me, take packages out to my car, let me go in front of them in long shopping lines, etc.

Just like anything in life, I'm taking the good and the bad and that's a fact of life!