Sunday, September 20, 2009

A monkey revisited...



This week was the ceremonial baby shower. This also gave me the opportunity to reflect back on some past moments during the pregnancy. I remembered a huge part of the early pregnancy partially based on this photo from the shower. I remembered the monkey. The delivery of the monkey calling/sighting is just as important as the actually event. A "Monkey" is when your Wifefriend awakes between the hours of 2-4 am and starts eating bananas. These monkeys were particularly abundant early on and have now been making a comeback during this final trimester. The only way to properly corral a monkey is to identify it by muttering monkey (munnnnnnnnnngkeeeeeeeeee). If you can't see a monkey it is easy to identify by sound. It sounds kind of like a T-Rex walking through a tar pit. You know when you have identified a monkey properly by a slight giggle and bed re-entry.

You may be thinking that these monkeys are comical, but let me assure you during the monkey's early stages of development they will experiment with many types of foods. The worst food in a monkey's diet for the mate is salted crackers. These young monkeys will tear through about 6 or 7 packs between midnight and 5 am and it sounds like someone is stealing your Christmas tree. One morning I woke up expecting to find an entire box eaten. However not a trace remained. These highly evolved monkeys instinctively cover their tracts and verbally deny any and all recollections of these events.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Guest star appearance







Finally we have received our first actual view of this little alien disturbance. She decided to show her face a little for the 3d/4d ultrasound. The excitement is definitely building and we have just attended our birthing class here in Atlanta. This provided me with a much needed dry run of what was going to happen. We did a very interesting exercise with an ice pack for Renee to hold so she could practice on the relaxation and not the feeling of the ice pack in her hand. This let me try to freeze her when the teacher wasn’t looking and to try to cool her body down as she normally hovers around the temperature of the sun. I couldn’t help but think that the class could have been taught with some realism during an actual birth. I think that it’s really important to expose yourself to the random stream of profanities that you haven’t encountered since middle school.

My favorite part was learning the transitions in the phases of labor. More specifically that the women’s face is just as much as indicator as the interval between contractions. This began to scare me as the large portion of labor involves faces that mimic the exorcist. Even further on, the faces change again and really not for the better. In the last phase of labor the eyes were crossed and the cartoon mouth was jagged like a Halloween pumpkin. I turned to Renee and said that my whole life I have been conditioned to run when I see a face like that and now I have to rub its back. Bob Dylan you were right. The times are a changing.

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