July 19, 2007
I've Left the Key in Your Mailbox, and There's Extra Fish Food in the Cupboard
And now, without further adieu (what does that mean, really? Without further goodbye would be the literal translation, but isn't that pretty rude? That's like
No I will NOT say excuse me before I leave the table, thank you very much!) we're off. To Scotland. Again.
Because we like it there.
Actually, Gorby's off to his exclusive bed and breakfast, Angus and I have a one night stopover in the Lake District before picking up his kids Friday morning at the Glasgow Airport (which should be interesting as you're not allowed to drive up to the airport still) then we head back up to the Hebrides and the Isle of Mull, because we loved it so much.
Melissa and I are both hoping to get a copy of the Harry Potter book while we're up there. We're both glad we're out of GSM, TV and internet range because neither of us want a Muppet to come along and spoil it for us (in high school we had to read A Separate Peace. I'll never forget opening the front page of my school-issued book and seeing the words "Finny DIES!" written in black marker on it from some joker who felt the need to let me know the ending. Thanks, needledick. Am sure you're working as a gas station attendant somewhere now, and you've earned that, mate. From that moment on I've hated spoilers.)
We've agreed to not tell each other a single thing about it. Although I read faster than she does, I get car sick if I read in the car and she doesn't, so she'll likely finish it before I will. We've also agreed that we will signal to one another that we are done with the book by using stock James Bond 007 phrases, which then we will know means we can discuss the book.
Complicated, but fun.
So a few days in Mull. Then a day in the Scottish Lowlands. Then a day visiting Angus' dad and his stepmom, who always completely exhaust me. Then back home in time to visit the midwife and set off the situation known as Operation Duck and Cover, in which Angus informs his ex about the babies.
Good times, my friends, good times.
As a special treat, a guest poster will be here while I'm swatting mosquitos swanning around the Highlands. Ilyka Damen, who some of you may have read, stopped blogging a month ago and I've missed her horribly since then. Seriously. Like, as in "miss Target" kind of miss so that should tell you what kind of longing has been occurring. The girl comes up with posts that amaze me and make me tremble with envy at her wit. She's graciously agreed to pick up the old blogging pen and come in, so she'll be posting here. She's not just a great writer but she's also a good friend - I love her and I hope you love her, too.
See you on Friday next week.
-H.
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No Harry Potter posting till we are all done with the book or at least a heads up spoiler warning mmkay?
Also, it is without further ado, which means without any further fuss, or trouble, not further adieu, lol! That one gets me, as well as towing the line instead of toeing the line which is the correct one. To not put a toe over the line. I don't know where we lost these kinds of things.
Good luck with the ex, it's probably good you will be out of the country, duck and cover is right!
Posted by: Donna at July 19, 2007 08:00 AM (oSG48)
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See, I sat there mulling "adieu" versus "ado" (you know, as one does) trying to decide which one it was (like I always have to deliberate "separate" and how to spell that one. Always have to think about that one.) Then I googled them both and they both came up, so I decided it must be "adieu" because, you know, it's the one that made the least sense.
I hate Google.
And I promise-I will not pull an "A Separate Peace" on this site. PROMISE.
And now-I'm off to the Highlands.
Posted by: Helen at July 19, 2007 08:11 AM (XjRZt)
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I've got the whole weekend blocked for Harry Potter... now just to decide a good reading location... have fun in Scotland!
Posted by: Hannah at July 19, 2007 08:14 AM (5w+E2)
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I'll never forget opening the front page of my school-issued book and seeing the words "Finny DIES!" written in black marker on it
OMG STAB!
I loved that book and I cried my heart out when that happened, although it also made me do a 180 on my feelings for the narrator (from "dude, I've so been there" to "dude, you accidentally killed your best friend out of jealousy, diiiiick move there, buddy").
I would worry about the above being a spoiler but "Finny DIES!" is--look, it's already well and truly spoiled once you've read that.
Thank you for the kind intro. NOT WORTHY. If the stats are bad while you're away I'm blaming Harry Potter.
Posted by: ilyka at July 19, 2007 08:47 AM (zPRu7)
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Thank you for being kind enough to secure a guest-poster while you're gone so we don't have TOO many withdrawals.
I had a huge crush on Finny. What a guy!
Have a great trip!
Posted by: Julie at July 19, 2007 11:30 AM (f6TKp)
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You know, I didn't notice that you used 'adieu' instead of 'ado'. I thought it was just a brit thing, like misspelling "labor" ;-)
Harry arrives at our home on Saturday morning. I'm hoping that the owl isn't late. All of our family should have the book read by Sunday night and we'll all be able to safely watch TV and get online again. People who give spoilers are assholes.
Posted by: ~Easy at July 19, 2007 12:10 PM (X+de8)
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Have a great time - but we'll miss you. I get my Potter book on Sat. and I can't wait!
Posted by: kenju at July 19, 2007 12:24 PM (DBvE5)
Posted by: Teresa at July 19, 2007 01:51 PM (a/qXz)
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I was going to read "A Separate Peace" this weekend...I guess there's no need now.
Just kidding. : )
Just yesterday I was looking for tips on traveling to Scotland; maybe you can give some when you get back. "Must sees", "good times to visit", "hidden places to see", and maybe even "places not to waste one's time on". I'd love to hear any and all suggestions.
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July 18, 2007
The Missing Piece
Dog? Check.
House? Check.
Two Cars? Check.
2.5 Kids? Overshot that one, but Check.
Now what's missing...hm....what could it be...
If you said "Husband", well, ok maybe you have a point there.
If you said "white picket fence" though, you've caught what I was throwing at you.
(I know you might have come here for something angsty or something about the Lemonheads. Trust me, I have both. You might be angst or Lemonheaded out though, so I got your back on that one.)
Our house has been firmly enclosed by a massive hedge all the way around it, front and back. This has taken years of careful pruning and loving, loads of professional gardening assistance, and dedication to its survivial by the previous owners.
It only took Angus and I one year to kill off part of it.
We like to think of ourselves as not so much horticulturally incompetent, more like licensed to take our green thumbs and shove them up our asses.
The hedge in front of the house rotted and died. The massive drought last year didn't help. It caught some weird bush disease (and it's just not going to get old, that line. "Bush disease". Heh.) and then withered and died. We thought we killed if off but the neighbors tell us the previous owners accidentally set fire to it before they left, so the blame's not all ours.
Like any project we do, it takes a while to get around to it. Once we do get around to it, it is done to Angus specifications, which usually means it's done right, if not quite at Helen Speed. To be fair, Angus has been severely restricted by the hideous rain we're constantly having, so the slow progress is more down to the rain than any deliberation on our parts.
But one day, Angus decided he and Jeff were going to rid the world of the diseased hedges all along the front boundary of our property.
So they dug them up.
All of them. Stumps and all. And I wood-chipped them all and pretended I was in Fargo.
This of course slightly unnerved our neighbors, who wondered what the maniacs were doing digging up hedges that had been there for donkey's years and then feeding them to a wood chipper. In the rain. With an open view of all the neighbors. We assured them that in time-honored American tradition we were putting up a giant fuck-off metal gate, complete with CCTV cameras, intercoms, and wild dogs aimed at ushering intruders away (we're still working on that one with Gorby. Any day now he'll be a wild dog. Annnnnny day now.)
They realized we were messing with them, but they were glad to see the unhealthy hedges gone.
You awake still?
Angus started making a fence. From scratch. One that didn't use any screws, in fact, but is held together by old-fashioned mortice and tenon joints that are so strong you could have an entire rugby team swinging on them and they wouldn't break off. Seriously.
He did each section by hand.
And it kept going.
In the meantime, I seriously took down the pond foliage, reducing it to a massive pile of woodchips, which I used to fill the empty pond with. But I didn't just attack the pond. I removed the hedges from the entire front of the house so that more light comes in to the study now, we're not so boxed in.
Never let it be said that a woman packing twins can't dig up some hedges.
Nearly done here with the Great Fence Experiment of 2007.
But the fence kept growing and growing, as Angus then made pickets for it (which he used brads to hold them into place with. No old-fashioned joints there, but he did get the big compressor out, so that day everyone had an orgasm.)
And then in a bold move, once the fence was painted cream (and the tops of them routed off in a neat pattern, which he's reinforced with a dark green color), he decided the trees by the side of the house were offending him terribly. So on Saturday he chopped them down (despite my protestations to just "take a bit off the top") and I dutifully woodchipped them all. The woodchipper and I are great mates now. We speak the same lingo.
And now we have a front garden we love.
And there's the wild dog in the picture there, chasing his tennis ball. You know. As wild dogs do.
It's nearly done-we have to take some hedges that were too big to chip to the tip and we are planting red climber roses along the wooden fence (so that attractive soil-looking front view will disappear). But we love it, and most of all we love how you can see every corner of the house.
We are so cheesy it hurts.
-H.
PS-Angus just came by and said "Oh God. A blog post about the fence. People must be so bored." If so, I apologize. But seriously - that fence? It's hot.
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What's his hourly rate? I could totally use a fence like that up here in Leamington.
You guys may be cheesy, but it's lovely.
Posted by: tanis at July 18, 2007 06:49 AM (6cH2N)
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The fence looks amazing. I always thought about the bad vibes I get these days about the 2.5 kids and the white picket fence... but seeing this... wow, maybe not so bad after all.
And Angus is amazing. Is there anything he can't do?
Posted by: Hannah at July 18, 2007 08:25 AM (5w+E2)
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Married to a home improvement Natzi as I am, I know just how long and what detailed work was used for that fence, WOW is alz I can say. And you, shouldnt you be lying somewhere with your feet up?
Posted by: Cheryl at July 18, 2007 08:30 AM (ofEMA)
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I love it! You two do good work.
"Is that your friend, there, in the wood chippah?" (From Fargo, LOL)
Posted by: Julie at July 18, 2007 08:42 AM (Fz8EZ)
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Damn! Angus does good work. Having recently replaced my fences I know what a chore that is.
Posted by: ~Easy at July 18, 2007 12:22 PM (X+de8)
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That's a good lookin' fence! Anyone who does home improvements would NOT be bored with that fence.
On a different note, my daughter and I are planning to go to Scotland next Summer for her 13th birthday (kind of a "You're entering womanhood" kind of thing). Does anyone have any ideas about places to go, places to avoid, best time to go/avoid, getting passports, plane tickets, and reservations?
I hope you don't mind me asking this here Helen. If you'd rather, they can e-mail me. I look forward to any advice y'all are willing to give. Thanks.
Posted by: Solomon at July 18, 2007 12:34 PM (x+GoF)
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I blog about my yard work regularly.
Good job! It looks great!
Angus, you can come build a fence for me anytime you're in Orlando (like when the Wizarding World of Harry Potter opens in 2009).
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at July 18, 2007 12:34 PM (+MvHD)
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Not boring at all. Love the fence!
Posted by: Jen(aside) at July 18, 2007 12:38 PM (u973k)
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ohmygod the fence! love it! we spent last weekend propping up our new (old) fence with stakes. Its a beautiful old paling fence and the alternative is that crappy plastic stuff designed to look like wood. so the man got the mallet out and staked it upright. go the men and the fences!
Posted by: Sarah at July 18, 2007 12:44 PM (/i+3p)
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That fence is to-die-for. Seriously. Who wouldn't want a masterpiece like that surrounding their home?
Posted by: gatorgirl at July 18, 2007 01:14 PM (T+cX8)
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nothing cheesy about that fence! the garden looks great. Isn't house pride a wonderful thing?
Posted by: lambchop at July 18, 2007 01:15 PM (X/837)
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I love that fence! Bravo to you and Angus.
Posted by: donna at July 18, 2007 02:02 PM (Kco5r)
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That is a damn fine fence.
Posted by: Teresa at July 18, 2007 02:08 PM (7enW3)
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I love your fence
Posted by: geeky at July 18, 2007 02:25 PM (ziVl9)
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I am now ashamed for all the complaining I've done about what is apparently a pitiful amount of landscaping work. I wasn't even packing twins.....
You two are masters!
Posted by: cursingmama at July 18, 2007 02:26 PM (PoQfr)
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Angus is a man after my own heart. Mr. kenju couldn't even run a compressor, let alone build a fence or dig up shrubs!
A chipper would be hella in my hands. I'd chip everything in sight!
Posted by: kenju at July 18, 2007 02:47 PM (DBvE5)
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You have the perfect spot to hang a giant Christmas wreath over your front door.
Looks great, although I liked the hedge by the front window. I can see your point though. Will you plant something shorter there?
Posted by: paula at July 18, 2007 02:57 PM (FlZPw)
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I love it! And the yard is very very nice now!
Which reminds me that I should post about our own house adventures this afternoon...
Posted by: caltechgirl at July 18, 2007 04:09 PM (/vgMZ)
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Hey you, that's a mighty fine fence you got there!
Have been trying to email you (from other account) but your ISP keeps bouncing it back to me. HALP!
Posted by: ilyka at July 18, 2007 08:14 PM (zPRu7)
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Awesome fence.
And heck, I have such a love for HGTV that fence-building is an interesting blog post! Now all you have to do is get some climbing roses...
Posted by: B. Durbin at July 19, 2007 01:26 AM (tie24)
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The fence is absolutely awesome. And in case nobody has said it, Pickett Fences == Tom Skerritt and Fyvush Finkel. And really, what more do you need.
:-D
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July 17, 2007
To Big D, With Love From Helen
Scoldy
wrote something the other day that got me reminiscing (do you know Scoldy? Shouldn't you know Scoldy?)
Scoldy is someone who's spent a lot of time in Dallas, much like I have. I have nothing against Dallas, really-people who read here come from there, I came from there, and a cool chick that lets me freak out on her plate still lives there. But lately I find when people ask me where I'm from, out of the handbasket full of locations I've lived in I come up with a simple, unexpected answer.
"I come from Seattle," I say.
And I flinch like a cheating whore.
Dallas...Dallas is so long ago it seems like another lifetime. In terms of the way I think of my life, it is a different lifetime. It's a whole other person who lived there, it's not really me. Not really.
The thoughts of Dallas came up in my mind when I read Scoldy's post and thought about Dallas’ dialing codes. Stupid, I know, but we work in telecom and have to think about these kinds of things. I remember living in one area code and having to dial another just to talk to my then-boyfriend, Kim. Then they introduced another area code and the whole thing was blown to hell. I’m not sure if I’m proud or not, but I successfully had all three area codes as my phone number for a period of time. Apparently, my grandpa in Kansas showed my stepmother his address book, and the entries for me took up the entire “C” section and most of the “D” section of his book (my maiden name starts with a “C”). I moved so much he would just cross out my old address and write in the new place.
I lived in Arlington (north and south), Dallas (Lower Greenville and Oak Cliff), and Richardson. I moved a lot within those areas. I moved so much that I knew the roads of Dallas like the back of my hand, I could find my way out of any traffic jam anywhere because I knew all the side roads and shortcuts.
Most of the shortcuts have been lost to the foggy archives of my shoddy memory.
But thereÂ’s a lot that I remember.
Dallas was an easy place to live for the most part. It was as part of me as the lines and etchings on the bottom of my feet. The heat springs to mind first, Christ that incredible heat. I remember being nearly dizzy from it. YouÂ’d park your car as close to a sliver of shade as you could find, and youÂ’d run from air conditioned spot to air conditioned spot. The heat sapped you of your energy during the day and at night youÂ’d sit outside, batting at the insects, wondering at what point your skin would just let go of it all.
The bluebonnets were what made Dallas. For a period of time as brief as a sneeze the sides of the Interstate would be covered in a carpet of violent purple. They bluebonnets wouldnÂ’t last long but everyone and their dog would be taking pictures in them despite warnings that trampling the collections of state flower would get you ticketed.
I remember the traffic. The worst traffic IÂ’ve ever seen in my life was actually in Atlanta (with the worst driving actually in Italy) but Dallas liked to give Atlanta traffic jams a run for the money. I-20, I-30, the 635 and the worst offender, 75 Central ExpresswayÂ…god the traffic. Roads were always being dug up and improved in the worst sense of the word. It got so IÂ’d go into work by 7, the sun already hard and hot on the sizzling blacktop, just to avoid the crush of traffic. I was a different driver then. All that aggression and offensive driving has melted off me in a haze of commuting via train, driving lessons, and good old-fashioned aging. I was reckless then, in my youth. Life was for living and driving was for anger. ItÂ’s all passed me by now.
In Dallas I had Deep Ellum, the hopping throbbing alternate scene to West End and Lower Greenville. I remember dancing at the Blind Lemon and standing on a rooftop bar seeing a crumpled Mercedes under a Parisian bridge on the TV. It was Diana’s death and all of us – buzzing on our Zimas and Dos Equiis, the Shiners and our Bacardi Breezers – didn’t believe it was real. West End was for the tourists and business travelers, whom I’d sometimes take there for a “slice of Dallas”. Lower Greenville was where I called home for a while, then it was a place I couldn’t bear. One of my tattoos is from Lower Greenville, the one that hurt the most.
I often wonder what wouldÂ’ve happened had I bought the house there that I was looking at. Then I figure: Probably nothing different than what has happened. IÂ’m where IÂ’m supposed to be.
The sights of Dallas were all familiar – Mansion on Turtle Creek. The Book Depository and the grassy knoll, both of which I visited mere days before I moved away. The hurtling slides of what was Wet ‘N Wild (Jesus, what a horrible name) before Six Flags bought the water park. The old Rangers stadium and then the new one, which always looked aggressive to me. That weird glass skyscraper that turned gold in the sun, a yellow-y pink outside of the sun. The keyhole building in downtown Dallas. The Cowboys stadium with its partial roof. Reunion Tower, where I once dined.
I remember the food in Dallas, too. In college three of my closest female friends would meet every Friday at the El ChicoÂ’s in Arlington to drink margaritas the size of melons and gorge on fajitas. The food wasnÂ’t spectacular but itÂ’s what we did. I have lost contact with most of the women, despite them trying to anchor me in their gravity, but as usual I spun out of control and eased myself out of their lives.
Jason’s Deli was for Saturday lunch – the mufalattas, the baked potatoes the size of a rabbit, loaded with cheese – and you weren’t hungry the rest of the day. Sunday mornings I would go out to Einstein Brothers and bring back a bagel made just the way I liked it, which varied from week to week. I’d pay $1.50 in quarters into the nearby machine to buy the Dallas Morning News, which I’d read the many sections of in bed with my bagel and my orange juice, excluding the business and finance ones, and I’d meticulously check the news about the Stars.
Ah, the Stars. I used to watch the games. I used to watch the players practice at Las Colinas. I used to know every single stat to every single one of them. Now I donÂ’t even know most of the players. Your priorities change, even if you still carry a torch for the little team that could. I will always love the Stars.
I went to college at UTA. I finished high school in Arlington. Never having fitted in, I took a load of classes during the day and wound up graduating a semester early. It suited me.
I was never a Texan.
I couldnÂ’t have been-it just didnÂ’t compute with me. I remember how fond Kim was of me but IÂ’ll never understand why. The me that permeates my memories of back then was a raw, naked individual prone to rage and displays of pique. I was a hollow shell of uncontrollable emotions. I was nothing inside. I had no status and no concept of status in a town whose every definition is based on what youÂ’re wearing, what youÂ’re driving, and where you live.
At the end of my time in Dallas I was finally finding peace. I had a fun little girl car that suited me perfectly and that I loved (a VW Cabrio, which I still miss horribly and wish IÂ’d kept). I had a little house in a dodgy little suburb (Oak Cliff), but everything in that house was mine. I had a bouncy dog and a room full of hockey kit and an old-fashioned gas heater in the bathroom that was all mine. I had my routines and I followed them religiously.
Sometimes I feel a pang of sadness that the Lemonheads will never know Dallas, the place where Mommy came from will be a puzzle and a wisp of smoke to them, nothing more than a name and a grainy 1980’s TV show. It’s impossible to tell them that I paid my bills to TU Electric, Southwestern Bell, and Texaco. It won’t matter to them that I was at the Stars playoff game in ‘98, the one they narrowly won, the one which pushed for Game 7, and it was so awesome that the entire stadium screamed and cried and we broke the lights above us from hitting them so hard and when we left the entire crowd was singing and dancing and laughing. It means nothing to them that we would go Kroger-ing for the Thanksgiving food, that iFratelli’s had one of the best pizzas, and that The Parks was the mall to go to for serious shopping, even if it meant braving the I-20.
But maybe thatÂ’s ok.
I mentioned something to Angus this weekend that I wish the twins would have as they grow up (but wonÂ’t have, for various reasons.)
He smiled at me. “Some things have to be a trade-off.”
HeÂ’s right.
We can start over again with the Mariners and the Seahawks. How the utilities are paid is pointless, just as it was pointless to me when I was a kid. Victoria is just some chick who’ll have a Secret, Jason’s Deli is just a name, and the heat – that amazing heat – is something they’ll find on holidays we will go on to Malaysia, Thailand, or the Caribbean. They won’t have fields of bluebonnets but they will have bluebells, and the bells can give the bonnets a run for their money.
Dallas and I got what we needed from each other. WeÂ’re cool. WeÂ’re even. It was never home and never will be. Should everything all go to hell I will never go back to Dallas again, even though as I write this I canÂ’t really tell where I would go. Speeding through the rail lines of Southwest Trains I know that this, this is home. This is where it all comes together. Living in Dallas was easy and living in England is often hard but I have never felt so calmly home in my life as I do here in our little corner of England.
But thanks, Big D.
I look back on Dallas as it starts to fade in my memory. Already parts of it are going, being replaced by things my RAM has space for (I canÂ’t remember the name of that other Mexican restaurant I loved. What was the name of that vet I used to use? And what was the shortcut off of Brown, the one that took me to Lower Greenville? Does anyone even remember TaylorÂ’s, the bookstore I used to work for, or has it passed from memory, too?)
Dallas to me will always be a memory of bright white hot sun bouncing off the road and dashboard in front of me. The sun visor is pulled down and the shadow bounces along the upper bridge of my nose. The pavement is shimmering in waves of heat and itÂ’s all covered with the dazzling sunlight, and I donÂ’t know where IÂ’m driving to but I donÂ’t need to know, itÂ’s just part of the journey.
-H.
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Wow. That brought back memories. More than you can imagine. I lived in Carrolton for a time, then Denton. I worked at the People's restaurant in Addison for a time, then later at the Magic Time Machine. I remember all of the things you mentioned, but the Stars moved down from Minnesota after I left to go back to St Louis.
Even then, as a longtime hockey fan I wouldn't have been a Stars fan. They were a divisional rival of the Blues, and I spent too much time spent disliking them as the North Stars.
Posted by: ~Easy at July 17, 2007 12:36 PM (X+de8)
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i feel homesick for the home town I left behind: Meredith, NH. But yet... it'll be 10 years next month and it's fading, just like your memories are. I was not quite 13 when I left, though. It makes me sad, realizing that I can't quite remember how the sunlight looked, glinting off the lake, all the names of the librarians - thoughI do still remember my library card number (3102) and the sound the Mount Washington boat made as it came to the docks. But I guess it's part of life, moving on, seeing new things, putting roots down in different places.
Right, now I feel like a plant that's been replanted many times. Wonder what color my pot is this time?
Posted by: Hannah at July 17, 2007 12:56 PM (5w+E2)
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I'm still a little raw about the time Dallas stole the MN Northstars and renamed them simply The Stars.
Maybe not just a little raw - - you'd think all that time and a new hockey team would heal that kind of wound.
Posted by: cursingmama at July 17, 2007 01:37 PM (PoQfr)
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I think you said it perfectly... we all end up where we are supposed to be. If someone would have told me years ago that I, a town kid, would end up married to a farmer and living in the country? I wouldn't have believed a word.
You will give the lemonheads everything they need. Wherever.
Posted by: sue at July 17, 2007 01:47 PM (WbfZD)
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A beautiful post, Helen. I hope you are printing this for the babies to read when they are older. Trust me - they WILL want to know.
Posted by: kenju at July 17, 2007 02:19 PM (DBvE5)
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Still mad about the hockey - like cursingmama. Even went so far as to wear an old North Stars tshirt to a Dallas Stars game while living there.
Dallas holds a lot of fun and painful memories for me. Every once in a while I tease the idea of visiting ... but wonder if it would feel the same or not. The husband catches me looking around North Dallas, Carrollton, Plano, Richardson .. etc remembering all of those places.
I had to leave to escape the big hair and big hard boobs. Emma was born in Richardson but we left for Minnesota when she was just 3 months old. Still, when people ask, she says she's from Texas.
Man, you brought up a lot of memories!
Posted by: Michele at July 17, 2007 02:45 PM (H4SV7)
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How typical of me that that after your beautiful post, all I have to say is "mmmmmm..... iFratelli...."? I ate there at least once a week up until I quit my job in Irving to have Bridget. Best pizza ever.
But I know what you mean. We've lived a lot of places that we've liked but for me, Dallas is home. Not so much for my husband. I can't say that we'll never move but this will be home no matter where our house is. But I wasn't born in Dallas, and have many memories of growing up in a lot of other cities. For some reason, this place just fits me. Until we retire to Hilton Head, that is...
Posted by: donna at July 17, 2007 05:15 PM (Kco5r)
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The only reason I'm positive Taylor's really existed is because I still have the bookmarks from the books I bought there.
Loved this post.
Posted by: kitty at July 17, 2007 08:04 PM (Zl4mu)
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I have been to the Dallas/Ft. Worth area twice for vacation in my life at the age of 10 and 14. My aunts used to live there and all I remember that is was hotter than hell and muggy (Mind you I always went in mid summer). My aunt lived in some small town off a long dirt gravel road about 2 hours from Dallas. I do remember thinking to my 14 year old self that there are sure a lot of freaking freeways here. It seems every mile you go there would be an exit with 3-4 over passes zig zaging over each other and wonder how the hell my mom step dad naviagated their way there all the way from Canada! My memories include the PBR rodeo in Mesquite, the BBQ beef brisket sandwiches (I would kill for one now) and the Ft. Worth Stockyards... (Not Dallas but close enough) I begged my mom to take me to Six Flags but we never did get to go...I have fond memories of Texas and would love to go back. I have been to Arlington my other aunt lived there for a short time and I had a very nice pool. One of these days I hope I can go back for a visit. I decided to delurk. I love the blog. If you donÂ’t mind me asking how did you become so fond of hockey? I thought only us Canadians were gun ho for our hockey.
Posted by: Missgirlbliss at July 18, 2007 04:51 AM (JQN4I)
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My entire family lives in Grand Prairie/Arlington/Mansfield - but when I go back now, it's never "home." I've forgotten the names of highways, and my landmarks that I used to drive with are rapidly changing. The big field that we used to go hot air ballooning in across from the Parks is now built up with generic box stores.
I do miss some things deeply. Gloria's (only the one on Lemmon), El Fenix, and this other little Mexican restaurant on Restaurant Row that has long since gone out of business but had amazing queso. Learning to drive on I30. Driving to Dallas for dinner when I was at UNT, eating at the El Chicos that was closest to the stadium every single Saturday (the one across the street from the Black Eyed Pea).
I loved when we'd get a few snowflakes and the entire metroplex would shut down. And god... yes... the bluebonnets. But I remember other things too that make me so glad I don't live there anymore.
Sorry for blathering on so long. This just really moved me.
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Reverend Tag Team
We had a Christening to go to yesterday, one for Sam and Jane (Angus' brother and his Fillipina wife) and their new son (Angus' nephew). Jane is very Catholic and their other child, 5 year-old Jilly, was baptized and goes to church and is looking at First Communion coming in a few years' time. I remember my First Communion myself - I got to carry the sandalwood oil. The rest is just a blur of Jesus references and white organza.
We had to be there for 1215 which meant leaving by 1115. In typical Angus style, at 1115 he still hadn't showered and was outside painting the fence and chatting with the neighbor. When he finally came in I was climbing the ceiling, dressed up in my black silk dress that showed a prominent baby bulge, and he tried to chat to me while cleaning the paintbrush.
"You're really winding me up. Go. Shower. Now." I said through clenched teeth. If you men are unfamiliar with the clenched teeth routine, lemme just say this: It means if you don't cooperate with me, you're looking at a return to the bachelor day tradition of eating your meals by the kitchen sink until we forgive you. Message received, Angus made his way to the shower. We left with just enough time to get there.
As he was driving, I thought about it.
"So like, say Jesus gets into a smiting mode while we are at the Christening," I start. We play what-if games a lot, usually instigated by over-active imagination me. "I'd totally be safe while the rest of you are going to hell."
"How's that?" he asks.
"Because we're in a Catholic Church and I'm pregnant. If that's not a get out of jail free card from Jesus then I don't know what is."
"Oh right. You mean you're pregnant in a Catholic church with our little bastard children that are going to hell? That kind of pregnant?" he asks.
He might have a point - I'm not exactly pure as the driven snow or anything. The divorces alone would be enough to get me a "Go to Excommunication. go directly to Excommunication. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.". I consider this, then come up with an ok counter-argument. "Well they're not born yet so they can't be judged yet. Even Adam would admit they'd be spared."
Ah, Adam. The one I've started to call The Reverend in my head. "Reverend" as I think of him as the new Moral Majority now that the old leader of the Moral Majority has gone to hell himself. I was ready to face the Reverend until Angus told me he was off on some sponsored walk for charity, so I'd have to save my fight for another day.
And damn I'd been looking forward to one, too.
We get to the church, where I find out one of the other guests is pregnant, too. I tug on Angus' shirt. "Her too. She'd be smite free like I would. The rest of you, well, I think you're screwed, but that's just me."
We go into the church and sit down. The entire rest of the family is there along with a half-dozen Fillipina women, all of whom come rushing over to touch my stomach. I can't really explain why but I didn't mind them all touching me despite my current "Get your fucking hands off me" crusade. Maybe it's because I know it's cultural for them, the women there all have several kids of their own and take turns passing babies around at the many barbecues Sam and Jane have.
The priest comes out and we couldn't believe it...he was wearing Jesus sandals. The priest was wearing Jesus sandals. Angus' mother was aghast (I can't see a church of England minister pulling off the same stunt) but I liked the guy, especially when he went up to Angus' Mum and told her that her segment of the reading should be accompanied by a tap dance, it was up to her to improvise it. A priest with a sense of humor, then-not something I'd ever come across before in my Catholic days. The Lemonheads - who had been quiet all morning - liked him, too, because as soon as he started talking they started moving.
The service was short, luckily - as I'm getting larger that whole "Please be seated/please stand up" bit is getting harder and harder. The service was overwhelmingly Catholic and every other word was "Jesus", which I guess is the case in a baptism (I haven't been to many of them but am assuming there's a general pattern.) Angus had to do a reading too, of Psalm 23 ("The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want"). I'd dared him to go up there and start it and then after "I shall not want" to look up at the congregation and say "Ah, screw it-ya'll know this one, let's skip to the next bit."
He declined.
I then dared him to read it like that rap song - "Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death" - the one from that movie with Michelle Pfeiffer, who played the teacher with too much eyeliner on. He wasn't familiar with either the movie or the rap song, and he declined that one, too. But he did look very serious and officious during his part.
(Not seen in the picture: The Jesus sandals.)
I also started to work the over-active imagination on that "Do you renounce Satan and all his works?" part. I started wondering what kind of works Satan would do. Maybe he was more into acryclics than performance art, and who are we to judge his interpretations?
The service over we head over to Sam and Jane's for a barbecue. Their barbecues are famous for incredible quantites of food that come out at weird times. Last year they had spring rolls, noodles, and every variety of dead animal that can possibly be thrown onto a barbecue grill (Sam has three grills, all of which he keeps going at the same time). Then came 6 desserts. And then, because they'd timed things wrong, out came a massive mound of Bombay Potato, which is just what you want after 13 pork chops, 2 helpings of cake and untold quantities of alcohol. But their get-togethers are a load of fun and they are great hosts, so we were looking forward to it.
Usually the group splits into three - Sam's friends from university all huddle together. Angus' family huddles together. The Fillipinas are in the living room on the karaoke machine together (they always try to get others to join, but my singing voice is not great so out of consideration for the other guests, I always decline.) At this barbecue the Fillipinas skipped the karaoke, but they were my favorite women there because they kept beaming, rubbing my stomach and telling me how small I was for 6 months with twins.
We all change out of our nice dresses and suits and then get down to the business of barbecue. The newly baptized baby gets passed around a lot and he's a cute cheeky little thing and always welcome. He graces Angus' lap for a long time and it tugs at my heart. Gorby is trotting around the garden - there are children around and he loves kids. Even more, he loves kids who eat because they always drop things, which he happily vacuums up.
Angus' mum starts in early.
"Helen, has Angus told the ex about the babies yet?" she asks directly.
I freeze.
Oh God.
"No, Angus and the kids are managing it. She'll be told while they're here next week," I say politely.
"Oh dear, I do think that's awful. She'll be on her own then," Angus' Mum tuts.
"Yes she will. The children felt that would help her have some time to think things through, lest she try to take things out on them. She's done that before, you know." I say. I don't like being in this position at all.
"Yes, but she'll have no one to comfort her, it's such a shame," murmurs Angus' Mum.
Sweet Mary Fuck. While I'm sorry that she'll feel bad - actually I honestly am, I don't like her to feel bad because feeling bad sucks, and also because she'll just dump it on Angus' family and kids - I could really, really do without being made to feel bad about the Lemonheads again.
I sigh heavily. I wonder why Angus' Mum feels I am someone to share the ex's burdens with. I remember once Jeff was flying over to see us on the unaccompanied minor service. Angus was unreachable and the flight was delayed so instead of phoning me, Angus' ex phoned his mum. Mum called me. She explained that the poor ex, she couldn't just hang around the airport with her then 9 year-old son, she had a birthday party to go to! It was so sad for her to be late for a birthday party! The poor woman!
I was aghast. As far as I'm concerned, if a flight is late you fucking wait with your kid. You can be late for a birthday party in order to be with your kid. Hell, you crawl across frozen tundra for your kid if the situation dictates it. I'm sure the phone receiver iced up in her hand as his mum realized that I was the last person in the world to have sympathy for the ex on this one - Angus and I have waited loads of times with the kids for flights running late, it's what you do. His mum got off the phone then.
I look up at Angus, who's watching his mum and I. I raise an eyebrow. He makes a slashing motion to his mum, the international signal for "enough". She sees the motion and purses her lips together, but changes the subject.
She gets right on my nerves twice more.
Once was when she was playing Jenga and I accidentally jogged the table. "Do you mind?" she asked frostily. I apologized - it was an accident, honest - but I could've done without her tone. I suppose by then I'd really fucked her off, though. She'd had one other go at us before then.
"Wasn't the Christening lovely?" she'd asked.
Sure. Jesus sandals, bathing a kid's head, and a whole lot of prayin'. It was ok as Christenings go. "Yes, it was all right," I replied.
"Now you can use both Jilly's Christening outfit and the new baby's outfit for your Christening," she says. Oh this path again. I know this path.
"We're not having a Christening," Angus states firmly.
If anything, today further convinced us. The very, very religious ceremony was just honestly not our kind of thing. Why would we have our family and friends join round for something that is not important to us? It's important to them, and I understand that, but in my mind Angus and I arranging a baptism is like a hypocrisy, to me it mocks the seriousness and gravity with which those in our family place in the ceremony. I think it's rude for Angus and I - two non-religions people - to go impose ourselves on a tradition we don't believe in.
"But shouldn't you be thinking about the well-being of the children?" she asks.
Believe me. It's all we think about.
"We do. And we believe it should be their choice. If they want to be baptised when they're older they can be. We will support them fully at any juncture. But we don't believe this should be imposed on them, the choice should be theirs." I state calmly.
"It's important that the children have a name," she counters. Ah yes. That whole "the child actually gets named at the baptism, not on the birth certificate" shtick. As far as we are concerned, the name that goes on the birth certificate is the name. To us a baptism is just a religious hedging of the bets.
There is more commotion over this one. Angus finally draws a line under it. I feel really worn out, and the babies aren't even born yet. I can't wait to see what parenting lectures I'm going to get.
I realize that the Reverend may be away but there's a sub for him anytime he needs it.
It's clear to me. I'm the heathen who's corrupting his son and his two upcoming babies while not being sympathetic enough to the needs of his ex. I drive us home, Angus having enjoyed one-third of a bottle of good Polish vodka with his brother and a Polish guest and Gorby, passed clean out in the back of the car, snoring, with a full stomach and dreams of children running around. It had been a long day.
Still, I have my get out of jail free card. It's signed by Jesus. That's got to be worth something.
-H.
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First, just want to say that Jake makes me wait every single damn time we have anywhere to be. And it drives me nuts. I spend more of my time waiting on that man.... and people think it's women who take forever.
Second, just reading about the pressure being put on you makes my blood boil, probably because we got a bit of similar pressure from what we considered unlikely sources. First, my mother pointedly asked me to take my christening gown. I told her she could keep it because we wouldn't be needing it and she gave me a look that said she was most disappointed. Not what I would have expected from my mother. And then Jake's grandfather gave us a gorgeous white blanket that he pointedly mentioned twice as I was gushing over how beautiful it was that it was, in fact, a CHRISTENING blanket. Did you get that? A CHRISTENING blanket. Funny coming from a man who divorced his wife of twenty-some years and mother to his six children. But you know. Whatever.
Anyway, the point is, bravo to you and Angus for showing the united front and not letting family pressure dictate how you raise those babies. I know a lot of people do just cave for the sake of peace and quiet, but someone has to draw the line in the sand. Hopefully once the Lemonheads arrive, everyone will be so overwhelmed by their cuteness that no one worries about that stuff. Here's hoping!
Posted by: donna at July 16, 2007 01:49 PM (Kco5r)
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Clearly your theology regarding the "get out of hell free" card is more conventional than traditional. : )
I know you don't sit around waiting for Solomon to agree with you, but on this one I'm with you 100%. Maybe it's the 3 hours of sleep talking (Angel3 kept us up), but I don't see a need to have a baby baptized/dedicated if one doesn't believe it to be valid?
Posted by: Solomon at July 16, 2007 01:52 PM (x+GoF)
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Clearly your theology regarding the "get out of hell free" card is more conventional than traditional.
I know you don't sit around waiting for Solomon to agree with you, but on this one I'm with you 100%. Maybe it's the 3 hours of sleep talking (Angel3 kept us up), but I don't see a need to have a baby baptized/dedicated if one doesn't believe it to be valid?
Posted by: Solomon at July 16, 2007 01:53 PM (x+GoF)
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Sorry for the duplicate comment. I didn't think it posted at first. My bad.
Posted by: Solomon at July 16, 2007 01:54 PM (x+GoF)
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Have you ever read the books "Growing Up Catholic"? I'm still modestly practicing (what with kids in Catholic school and all) and get such a kick out of them that I let my son read them too.
They certainly won't sway you back into the fold - but will give you a chuckle.
Posted by: cursingmama at July 16, 2007 02:04 PM (PoQfr)
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my grandmother swore I'd never have a healthy day in my life since my parent's didn't have me baptized. Strangely, I'm alive and well.
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at July 16, 2007 02:11 PM (+MvHD)
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As long as you're doing what you think is right by them - and I'm pretty sure your idea of right is on the right track - they're you're all well and good. I just wonder if it won't be harder dealing with the lectures than actually raising the Lemonheads. Then again, might that not just be the hardest part of parenting in general, doing it your way and not bowing to possibly incorrect pressure?
Posted by: Hannah at July 16, 2007 03:01 PM (5w+E2)
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Your comment program wouldn't post my long, ranty comment because it objected to the word "b-i-z" in my comment.
Problem is, I didn't use the word "b-i-z". Nor anything close to.
So I deleted the whole thing and instead I'll just sum up a trifle more succinctly:
Religions are man-made mythologies which exist so people can feel less afraid of dying and also so each group can feel superior to everyone else
*and*
If Angus' ex is really going to lose her shit from this news then she needs to grow the fuck up. Nobody died for god's sake.
/Ms. Compassion 2007 here (lol)
Posted by: The other Amber at July 16, 2007 03:52 PM (zQE5D)
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1.) "Dangerous Minds"
2.) "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio
3.) Amy and I call then JCs. I say "Jesus Cleats." Amy says "Jerusalem Cruisers."
4.) Kinda sick that I can still run through the entire baptism ceremony in my head word for word, eh? Including the baby screaming when they pour the icy water on the widdle head.
Love to you!
Posted by: Ms. Pants at July 16, 2007 04:02 PM (+p4Zf)
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Religion is such a sticky topic. I do not envy your relationship with Angus's mum one bit. I think you both handle yourselves wonderfully. And I agree with you 100%.
One reason I am not religious is I can't stand hypocrisy, which where I live and the religion practiced around here it is all too common. I really am sorry that you were made to feel bad yet again about the Lemonheads-but babies are wonderful things, and once they are in Angus's mum arms her tune may change. Stranger things have happened.
Posted by: Teresa at July 16, 2007 04:04 PM (6RAsc)
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i feel you totally on this post. my not-quite-mother-in-law is the same way. i can't wait to see how it all plays out once the babies (yours, mine, etc) are here... will they learn to shut up, or will it get worse?
Posted by: b. at July 16, 2007 04:27 PM (wtBf+)
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You know, next time Angus' mum or brother start in on the whole baptism thing, tell them you ARE having one, and it will be a pagan ceremony dedicating the babies to harmony with nature. And of course they're invited to attend. Naked.
Posted by: caltechgirl at July 16, 2007 04:38 PM (qPLLC)
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Yup... this confirms it once again... you are a fantastic person and are going to be a terric mom.
Posted by: sue at July 16, 2007 05:04 PM (WbfZD)
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Loving the Fillipina women who are karaoke lovin' belly rubbers. There are certain people who just want to invade your space and touch your belly ... and then there are those who give off a warm loving vibe and you get a bit of it each time they rub your belly.
Hating the pressure that you're under over the ex's feelings. Yeah, she's going to be hurt and pissed off, but that's part of life. You guys have gone above and beyond when respecting her feelings, but you can't continue to walk on eggshells and avoid the elephant in the room. Either way she'll be pissed off - if you told her right away she's had 9 months to stew. She'll be mad now because it's half over and she didn't know. She would've been really mad had she found out after the fact. I think you guys are handling this as well as you possibly could! Very very smart having the kids with you when telling her. She'll still rip into you after they're home, but hopefully she'll be over the initial red hot anger by then.
When my dad and his wife got pregnant we had to tell my mom. My mom, who was already so depressed and lived in her bedroom when she wasn't working, shrugged her shoulders and said "well, that figures." It did help her to move on though. She stopped living in a fantasy world where my dad would magically come back to her - although he doesn't help things by teasing with the idea nearly 20 years later. My brother and I were 13 and 15 at the time.
I can only hope that this helps the ex move on a bit herself. Not only will it make her happier, it will also make Melissa and Jeff happier.
I've probably said all the wrong things. I jsut want it to work out for everyone, you know? You're stressed out enough as it is without the help of your future mother in law and the ex.
Posted by: Michele at July 16, 2007 05:19 PM (H4SV7)
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That was a really long post!
Posted by: sara jane at July 16, 2007 05:51 PM (t5Xsa)
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Good job dealing with the difficult questions in a diplomatic way that doesn't compromise your beliefs. Religion is something that is felt so strongly that middle ground is often impossible. I think you handled it marvelously!
Posted by: sophie at July 16, 2007 08:03 PM (1HOa8)
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There shouldn't be one more second spent feeling bad about your babies!! I know it isn't easy when you have The Weight of the World on your shoulders and relatives who are, let's say, opinionated, but dollface, these are your babies and for once, you get to decide what and how and when and if. Amen.
Posted by: Donna at July 16, 2007 10:57 PM (lQSbL)
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I'm not catholic so I'm really bummed!
Here I am almost 40 and I don't have a REAL name. I thought the name on my birth certificate was a enough. Now I just feel like a no-namer.
Oh well, I've survivied this long without a real name, I guess I'll just have to keep making do.
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When Angus and I first started IVF here in the UK it was under something called the egg share program. Egg share is maybe hard to understand, but the gist of it is this-in the EU (unlike the U.S.) it's illegal to buy eggs from a woman, so if you're a woman who, for whatever reason, can't use your own eggs, you have a long damn wait on the national registry to get access to donor eggs. When you get the call that you've been matched with someone based on physical characteristics, you go through an IVF cycle yourself and take half the donor's eggs and then you hope and pray.
Angus and I had two reasons for doing this - the first is honestly the fact that if I donated half of the eggs I created during an IVF cycle, my IVF cycle would be free. It sounds horrible and materialistic, but it's true. IVF isn't cheap. The woman who I'd be donating eggs to would basically pay the cost of my cycle and her cycle. The division of the eggs would be even, except in the case of an odd number of eggs I'd get the spare. They would not divide them based on quality, just an even split.
The other reason we donated is because, based on my past experience, I produce a serious bumper crop of eggs when on hormone stimulation. Sharing half my eggs seemed so logical, I could help another woman, try to have a baby ourselves, and manage to pay only the bureaucratic costs. I confess to the vanity of being so happy that I could help another woman. I admit that knowing I was going to be able to assist someone was something that kept me focussed.
On our first IVF cycle together here I produced 19 eggs. That's considered a large amount by our clinic, which is extremely conservative and careful about managing egg numbers. My 19 eggs were split - the other woman got 9 eggs, I got 10 eggs.
I never knew a single detail about the other woman. I had to answer a long questionnaire about myself which would be filed with the government, the hospital, and a copy for the other woman, which she would get on the occasion that she achieved what's sentimentally known as a "viable pregnancy". Summing yourself up on a few pages of questionnaire is a pretty fucking scary thing when you're faced with it, and to this day I cant remember everything I said on it. I was terrified. When any children she had turned 18, they would be allowed by law to seek out their "birth mother". As far as I was concerned, I was not the birth mother. I would be happy to meet any offspring I helped create, but I had no doubt I was not their mother. The person who sang them to sleep and cleaned skinned knees and went on holiday with them was their mother.
On that first cycle, after splitting my eggs and then working on getting ours to fertilize, I mentally signed off my thoughts of the other woman. I had thought of her constantly prior to that - there was another woman in the UK doing some of the same drug treatments I was doing to get ready. There was another woman who probably thought about me a lot. There was another woman depending on me.
On that first cycle, neither of us got pregnant.
On the resulting frozen embryo transer, I was the only one who got pregnant, which I later miscarried.
The other woman had received 9 of my eggs and never achieved a positive pregnancy, and I can't tell you how bad I felt about that. She must've felt great - 9 eggs is a nice amount to work with in a country that tries for only 8-12 eggs per woman per cycle. She must've got her hopes up. She must've believed. 9 eggs later and it was all over.
In January we started on our next (and last, as in the UK you can only do two donor cycles of eggs) donor cycle. This time my body didn't respond as well to the drugs. It was an extremely stressful cycle even though I took great care of my body in preparation. In the end I only got 8 eggs, most of them not very good quality.
I felt terrible.
Another woman had her hopes pinned on the donor again, and all I came up with were 8 eggs of crappy quality. She got 4 and I got 4. 4...what an underwhelming number to pay nearly £6000 for. Of my 4, only 2 fertilized. We put both back in as the doctor explained they weren't great quality, it was incredibly unlikely they'd both take.
Fast forward and I'm now pregnant with the Lemonheads. Against huge odds those two average quality embryos made it. Unbelievable.
We decided to not find out about the other woman's success yet. I took it too hard last time, it really ate at me that I let someone down. My guilt from my previous failed cycle was enormous, it absolutely tore at me.
But something started to swing in me this week. Maybe it's knowing that we hit 24 weeks, that the midwife visit this week showed both myself and the twins in perfect health, maybe it's knowing that we're hitting survivability should the babies decide to come early. I don't know what it was, but I realized on Friday that I was ready to find out about the other woman, that it was ok to know now.
We called the clinic.
We got the word back.
The other woman never got pregnant using my eggs.
And once again I feel absolutely terrible for crashing someone's dreams. The logical part of my head tells me that I shouldn't feel bad, my eggs gave someone a chance and that's all that matters. But the illogical side of me knows how it feels to curl up in a fetal position and sob over a failed cycle.
I've been thinking about it a lot since then. Somewhere is a woman I send my heartfelt love and apologies to. Somewhere is someone that I want to hug and tell her how I did take care of myself, how I did wish for more for her.
I'm not a very touchy-feely person with regards to my stomach, I find I really only rub my growing bump when the Lemonheads are getting too active, as there's something about rubbing their kicks that makes them calm down. But this morning I sat on the couch and just rubbed the outside surface of my stomach in response to their little movements. I felt the small mound of a head on one side of me, and I smoothed my hand against it until they moved away. In whatever way I could I told them I loved them and that I'm glad they made it.
And for a little while the Lemonheads and I will mourn the dreams of another woman and hope she gets her chance soon to know what it's like to have someone inside you that you've never met but already love.
-H.
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Oh, that made me tear up. I would tell you there is no point in your feeling bad, but you know that, and hell, feelings are feelings. I would feel a little sad for her myself if it were me.
I hope she gets lucky down the road. And of course I have continued high hopes for these Lemonheads.
Posted by: scoldy at July 14, 2007 10:14 AM (zPRu7)
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Bless your heart, Helen. Giving someone hope is a glorious thing to do and reaffirms my faith in humanity.
It wasn't her time yet. It may never be her destiny to have children. That doesn't take away from your gift.
{Hugs}
Posted by: pam at July 14, 2007 11:14 AM (l6NIn)
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This is going to be harsh possibly, but I don't mean it to be. Your infertility is due to you getting your tubes tied. Really, the only reason you can't get pregnant is because of that. Other women have many many reasons they can't get pregnant. They could have egg quality and uterine issues. If they used good quality eggs (which you have as you've been pregnant multiple times), then their chances are upped but aren't still stellar as they mught be dealing with other non-egg related issues.
Please don't take it so hard. I know you feel as if you let them down somehow by your eggs not taking. I am sure they are happy that they even had the chance - a chance they didn't have without you.
I know I haven't commented much - dealing with some of that pregnancy jealousy or something. I am still watching and reading religiously - I just don't know what to say sometimes while I am still in limbo.
PS -I love love love that pea coat.
Posted by: Michele at July 14, 2007 04:02 PM (H4SV7)
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I have to agree with the rest. You did your best by giving her a share of possible baby potential. What her body did with it (like yours) is out of anyones control.
IVF just like trying to get pregnant is a gamble, but it was very unselfish of you to share half of your eight. She was pretty lucky to have a chance because of you. The Lemonheads are lucky to have such a giving mommy!
Posted by: Heidi at July 14, 2007 04:55 PM (tXzvX)
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YOU did not let them down. Your eggs did not either. You gave both women a chance they may not have had otherwise. That's all you can do. God or whatever Greater Being you may believe in does the rest (in my opinion). Im sure they would each thank you for the chance you granted them, even if it wasnt as successfull as you/they wouldve hoped.
The fact that you care so deeply for their heart break is a testament to the quality of person you are Helen.
ps I sent you an email.
Posted by: Terry at July 15, 2007 12:33 AM (YxiC2)
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Thanks for such an interesting and poignant post.
It's not very often that we get a chance to see what it's like to be an egg donor- more often we hear from the recipients.
Very moving.....thanks for sharing, once again.
All the best-
Megan
Posted by: Megan at July 15, 2007 04:36 AM (YxiC2)
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That made my eyes water a little. It is wonderful of you to mourn for her losses (or never-happens), but there had to be a reason she didn't get pregnant, and your eggs are not that reason. Please don't come down hard on yourself. Her time will come.
Posted by: kenju at July 15, 2007 11:19 PM (DBvE5)
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It's not your fault. You tried, you took care of yourself, and you helped someone have a chance some others will never have. Don't beat yourself up over the timing not being quite right for someone else - you did all you could do, which is much more than some would even allow themselves to offer.
Posted by: Lisa at July 15, 2007 11:58 PM (e8V7B)
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What a lovely sentiment. I'm so glad it was you... maybe it just wasn't her time and she'll have a better go of it next time. You paid the price many, many times over... it's your time to be happy.
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July 13, 2007
A Typical Evening In Our House
Angus got a new toy.
See, since weÂ’re building an extension (or the architect and builders are, anyway), weÂ’re planning on doing a lot of the finishing work ourselves. For this, we will need tools. And I actually support him buying tools, because not only will they get used (and they do get used), but heÂ’s like a kid in a candy shop when heÂ’s around his man toys. I may fail to get excited about a table saw but if it floats his boat then whatever.
I went into the study the other day to find Angus slavishly poring over the new Toolstation catalog, with Post-It tabs at the ready to mark things he wanted. He pointed out something which looked not unlike a propane tank to my untrained eye. He was practically leaping out of his chair about it.
“What is that, baby?” I ask calmly.
“It’ll solve all our problems! It’s just what we need! It’s a compressor and it does absolutely everything!” he exclaimed.
“Indeed? So it’ll do the dishes?” I ask, arching my eyebrow. I feel that’s the benchmark of “I am dubious”, the arching of the eyebrow.
“Yes! It will!”
“I mean wash them, not blow the fuck out of them,” I reply.
“It’s just what we need! I’m going to have to get it!” he giggles.
“OK babe,” I shrug, smiling. “Do you need a tissue to clean up your mess from the catalog, or will you just wipe it on your boxers?”
“Ha bloody ha.”
The compressor showed up two days later. I was in London and Angus sent me a stern text that I was not to play with his new toys. When I entered the kitchen it looked like a tool and die factory had exploded all over the kitchen table. There was no way in hell I was going to play with his toys. I didn't even know what most of it was.
When he came home it was like a party atmosphere with the compressor.
“Look! I can hook a nail gun to it!” Damn. That was actually my idea for a Christmas present for him, now that’s out. Nothing says “romance” like something that can shoot a 4 inch spike out the nozzle at high speeds, after all. “It can dust! It can blow up balloons! It can spray paint! It does everything!”
Indeed. While he played with his toys I caved in to the Lemonheads demand for MSG. IÂ’ve never been a huge fan of Chinese food, but something about sweet and sour prawns was screaming my name. I got some take-away Chinese for us for dinner, and although IÂ’m good about not eating bad foods this meal was about as bad as it gets-springrolls, crispy seafood rolls, and sweet and sour prawns. It could only have gotten worse if IÂ’d actually taken our plates and battered them and fried them, too.
When I got there with our Chinese, something was up. The dog was glued to the underside of the table, whimpering. Angus looked chagrined. “You know how Gorby loves power tools?” he asked. I do – Gorby LOVES power tools. From a cordless drill to a table saw, he loves the noise and mess they make. We have to lock him inside the house sometimes he gets so over-excited about tools. “Yeah, well, he doesn’t like the compressor so much,” Angus says sheepishly.
This is a surprise. We both bet that Gorby would go absolutely mental over the new tool, and in a good way. We ate our dinner and then Angus turned on the compressor. Sure enough, Gorby disappeared into the living room in a haze of grey and white fur. Angus shut the kitchen door to work the tool (he actually had to – it was raining outside so he couldn’t go out and there was concern a part on it wasn’t working, which would necessitate immediate return to factory.) Gorby and I were in the living room with the doors shut, the dog hiding well behind the couch, whining. At the sudden sound of a valve backfiring, Gorby tried to jump up on the couch and bury under me.
This was wearing on me. It was a pattern – compressor humming, dog whistling, valve going off, dog dashing behind the couch despite comforting from me.
Finally, there was a blast of outtake air that was so loud that Gorby wouldÂ’ve tried to go up the chimney had the fire guard not been there.
“ENOUGH WITH THE TOY!” I shout.
Angus emerges from his compressor space and apologizes to Gorby. “I’m sorry, boy, it’s all done now.”
We chill out and watch version 1 of The Alastair Campbell Diaries while allowing the fried food to wrap itself around our arteries. I realize my right breast is itching terribly as I lounge on the couch. Fuck, I think. I have PUPPP. I delicately peel back my T-shirt (by "delicately" I of course mean "rip up my T-shirt with the grace of a frat boy at Ft. Lauderdale") and see, instead of said hateful rash, I have a bug bite.
I look up at Angus. "I have a bug bite on my boob."
He looks at me and shrugs.
I frown. "I need sympathy." I don't really need sympathy, it's just something we do.
"Oh! OK. Um...sorry about the bug bite."
I nod, satisfied.
We finish our TV program, love on Gorby once more to make sure he's feeling secure (he is, he has a very short memory) and then head up to bed. Once there, I find three more bug bites. I turn to Angus, who is reading his magazine in bed.
"I have four bug bites," I state.
"Oh," he replies, disinterested, folding up his magazine and switching off the light.
"Sympathy, please."
"I already gave you sympathy!"
"That was for ONE bug bite. I now have FOUR."
He sighs deeply and spoons me.
"My thoughts are with you at this difficult time."
This. This is why I'm with him. Because he buys compressors and knows just what to say.
-H.
PS-Zane could not make the meeting, so he sent a sub. Luckily said sub is someone I have worked with before and whom (according to Angus) is “sweet on me”. I’ll take a sweet on me over a showdown anytime, but I know it’s just a matter of time before Zane and I stare down over a table. Sorry, meant to blog yesterday but was exhausted after a long day of soul-sucking meetings.
PPS-Surprisingly I saw a large chunk that I had written a long post about on someone else’s blog, word for word. And I know it was mine because I’d done some edits to it that showed up on the other site. When I quote others or use something from an email, I credit them (even if I just use their initials or a shout out to them in case they want to maintain anonymity). I have seen people copy whole posts of mine and paste them, but they do usually tell people where the found the info, which I’m absolutely fine with-on the few occasions it looked like someone nicked whole posts of mine, I got pretty fucked off. Quote me? Link me? Borrow whole passages? No problem as long as you mention where you found it, because otherwise it pisses me off when people steal and makes me feel cheap and dirty and used, and not in the good “Friday night boot-knocking” kind of way, more like the "I wrote your term paper and you stiffed me on the payment" kind of way.
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Who's the lousy plagiarist? Name and shame 'em!
Alos hope your bugbites are ok. I haven't got a clue what a compressor is either, nor what you could do with it.
Posted by: Elisa at July 13, 2007 10:29 AM (6/XCd)
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our air compressor makes a fantastic noise when it's first turned on (filling with air). It's hubby's compressor but it's MY nail gun.
I understand there are several sizes of nails and they take different guns, so you can still get Angus a nail gun for Christmas, just a different size.
Let me tell you how useful the compressor is for filling tires (bike, car, whatever).
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at July 13, 2007 12:18 PM (+MvHD)
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Yes. Assholes like that need to be brought out in the open.
Tell Angus I'm very jealous of his compressor. I'd love to have one for myself, but since my neighbor has one he lets me use my wife doesn't see why I need one :-(
Posted by: ~Easy at July 13, 2007 12:18 PM (X+de8)
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Well, you have my sympathy for your FOUR bug bites! I had four on one foot not too long ago, and that shit itched for a week.
Posted by: geeky at July 13, 2007 12:24 PM (ziVl9)
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Our two dogs hate the compressor and actually peed themselves when we were putting down our new flooring.
DIY totally turns me on. Sgt knows he's going to get some serious loving after I've been shopping at Home Depot.
I can't help myself.
Posted by: Anita at July 13, 2007 12:54 PM (boPjE)
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My dogs barks like mad and then he pees all over the floor when I turn on anything loud - like a blender. Yeah who plagiarized your post?! That is bull!
Posted by: Heather at July 13, 2007 01:21 PM (s0rhn)
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Dare I say we have THREE air compressors? A huge one in the shop, a mobile one in the "work truck" (that goes to the field and can do on-the-spot repairs) and a small slightly-bigger-than-a-football one for when Hubs doesn't want to haul the work truck around just to air up a tire. Ah, yes, the testosterone does fly around here a bit.
I sympathize with the bug bites. That's the worst part of summer for me, until the hard freeze hits I get bit like crazy. I'm one of those people who swell up something horrid if I get bit by something as tiny as a "no-see-um" and would hate to think what kind of hell I would go through if I ever got stung by something significant.
Stealing your words? Filthy buggers! That is just SOOOOO uncool. You have such great words... but they are uniquely Helen words and should be rightfully credited as Helen words. Or, better yet, should just be left right where they started.
Posted by: sue at July 13, 2007 01:29 PM (WbfZD)
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We play the tool lottery at my house all the time. I want something big done - and I convince my DH to do it by waving new tools under his nose. Unfortunately at the rate we're accumulating tools his next project may have to be a tool shed and I'm not getting anything out of it.
- Gotta call out the copy cat - or have some fun with it if it's been direct linked
Posted by: cursingmama at July 13, 2007 01:31 PM (PoQfr)
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Lucy doesn't like the air compressor either - so, Gorby isn't alone. James has started leaving it in the basement and running a long long hose up the stairs - if possible. Tools tend to be his choice of gifts when it comes to birthdays and Christmas. Pocket hole jig? Sure! Just show me the specific website where I can buy it!
I feel for you on the bug bites. Could always dab a bit of calamine lotion on them and make pink spots a new fashion statement?
Yeah, the cold has taken away all ability to write things that are remotely funny.
People, use copy and paste for good things - not bad.
Posted by: Michele at July 13, 2007 02:19 PM (H4SV7)
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Air compressors are a fine toy but from one girl to another, ya gotta draw a line in the sand if Angus ever wants to bring a backhoe home. Just don't let him do it.
Posted by: Marie at July 13, 2007 02:22 PM (v+Iku)
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I see you've finally met the evil sploggers. Unfortunately there is very little you can do except explain to them about plagiarism and leave a little comment with the link to the original post, so their readers can see what an asshole they're dealing with.
Our princess loves power tools, too. And she doesn't mind compressors. In fact she thinks it is her MISSION to bark them to death. The only thing she runs from is the dreaded evil vacuum monster....
Posted by: caltechgirl at July 13, 2007 04:03 PM (qPLLC)
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::: stomps and whines,
a la Veruca Salt, "I want a compressor NO-ooooooow!" Seriously - that's one of the toys on my list. LOL
As for Gorby, being afraid will keep him away from the business end of the nail gun, right? I can really imagine him hightailing it out of the room occupied by the big scary monster compressor noises. Pathetic and cute at the same time.
You have my deepest sympathies for your bug bites, which I hope are on the way to healing. And I *love* battered and fried Chinese food dishes! Comfort food for sure.
(Go starch!
) Love the sympathy game.
Posted by: Lisa at July 13, 2007 08:13 PM (e8V7B)
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I still don't understand what air compressors do; I just know guys LOVE them! hahaha
And I ran across an ENTIRE blog entry of mine the other day on a weird-assed blog that at least linked to me at the bottom of the post, although it didn't give me credit for writing it. I still don't even understand what the blog was for or why my entry was on there but there I was.
Not only that, but some of the words had been changed in nonsensical ways too; like the word "apple" randomly inserted where I'd written the word "people", you know? Odd substitutions like that.
My theory is, it's an alien blog. Aliens have been watching this behavior for some time and they want to know why people enjoy blogging so much. So they created their own blog, but being aliens, lacked anything to say, so they grabbed my entry at random and posted it.
Then waited for the "high" they are sure humans must be getting.
What? Why are you staring?
it could happen!
;-P
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July 11, 2007
Crash, as Filmed by Robert Altman
Yesterday was directed like a Robert Altman film. One continuous shot as the trippy dippy lead character (me) went about her daily grind. Maybe you can picture it-panning from the warehouse where the scene dressings are stored, as I walk along a path dodging golf carts. Script boys run between sets and in the background is someone dressed like Big Bird.
Instead, my daily grind yesterday was set in London, and quite a few things happened yesterday in the typical non-descript way that my life seems to happen.
I took the train in to London, hopped an overcrowded tube, and headed to my therapist. The tube was heaving with morning rush hour traffic, which is always a scenario I don't like because I just don't like crowds. I sigh heavily and sway from hand to hand as I stand in the aisle. I wonder if I pick my feet up if I'll remain standing, so packed is the train.
Then? The Robert Altman camera pans to a middle-aged man who is reading his paper as he sits on a seat nearby. He looks at me. He takes in my protruding gut. He kindly offers me his seat. I wearily accept with enormous gratitude. It's a first for me, a man giving me his seat. It's also a first for me, a woman accepting the seat. As I keep growing, hopefully it won't be the last.
My therapist meeting was good. The walk down the tree-lined residential avenue is always calming. The weather wasn't brilliant, but the intrepid me was not getting rained on and that's all that matters. More unusually my session had a unique point to it - we have spent so long trying to get me to connect to my feelings that now we're trying to get me to disidentify with them in order to strip the negative out. He had me do an exercise which I was cynical about at first but in the end, it worked.
Score one for the home team.
I like my therapist but lately I've had a hard time. Not because I am dealing with difficult emotional stuff, but because by the time I reach his place my coffee has kicked in. Big time. And for the past few weeks, I've found as soon as I enter his loft space (the house he lives in accommodates all kind of hippy granola types - massseuses, acupuncturists, therapists) I have to go the toilet. Like, big go. As in what Angus calls a "spidoosh". I'm not trying to overshare or anything here, but I absolutely cannot do big business in my therapists' toilet. That's just wrong. What if he heard? I'd need more therapy. GOD.
So every week I suffer because every week I forget about the trauma and order a coffee on the way to meet him.
I have only myself to blame.
Robert Altman films my twitchiness with aplomb.
I made my way to a work building, where I had a meeting. Then another meeting. Then another building for another meeting. I get an email from Angus which is the draft email he's going to send to his ex to break the news about the babies, and could he have my comments? We do this often-send sensitive personal emails to each other to review, to see if one of us can see a potentially bad wording of something in order to make things more delicately handled. I have a few comments, which I send back.
We're getting ready to tell her next week.
Let the nightmare begin.
On my way to another tube station to go to another meeting (keep up here, Robert Altman is still working the one take angle here) I see a sale at Space NK. I do massive busines as I buy a load of Christmas presents for people. I know it's only July
, but my Christmas season is going to be pretty busy and - I can imagine - not very mobile.
I feel really homesick for Melissa then. I send her a text message. She replies. Then we talk on the phone for a long while. Our talk is about her horse camp, how she's doing, what she misses, and about Harry Potter. I had to duck off the call to go to a meeting, but I was on a high from talking to her all afternoon.
The camera pans over to me in another meeting room. We sit there and discuss technical architecture, using so many acronyms it sounds like we're speaking code. We work. We develop. Then, we plan ahead for a larger technical meeting we're having on Thursday.
One of the guys in the room, a vendor who works for us whom I know extremely well, mentions they have a new systems designer. Said systems designer is very good. Said systems designer works for Company X, the Swedish company I lost my job from years ago.
"Really?" I ask, chewing my Granny Smith apple. My feet are propped up on a chair. The guys don't mind, they offer gentle teasing about my state but do things like hand me the rubbish bin to throw my goods away in so I don't have to get up. "Anyone I know?"
"It's a guy named...." my colleague starts, flipping through his notebook to get the name. "Ah! Here it is. His name is Zane."
I stop chewing. The apple feels like a heavy mush in my stomach and a hot wash has just lurched over me. "Zane?" I ask, swallowing heavily. "What's his last name?"
"Zane...Michaelson. That's it. Zane Michaelson."
And since I'm such an excellent poker player and can totally keep my emotions to myself, this is followed with: "Oh, so I see you know him, Helen?"
I nod and smile.
I do indeed know him.
He's my ex-husband's best friend.
"I used to work with him," I explain. Which I did. We never got on, really, we kind of tolerated each other for my ex's benefit. It seems like high school it was so long ago, but there you have it. In certain lines of business, it all comes back again.
Robert Altman busily films the scene, which he titles in his head "Crash", unaware that the title has already been taken.
I get to meet up with Zane tomorrow then. I haven't seen him in 4 years, not since I got let go from Company X, not since my ex and I divorced and I took up with Angus. And now I'll be across the table from him, the customer, the pariah, the cuckolder...and the pregnant one. I don't know how much my ex - who is still living and working in China - knows. I did send him an email telling him of Mumin's death and he sent a reply that was actually nice and polite. We don't talk because we don't need to, but that doesn't mean I'd want him to get hurt. If he would. Maybe I'm being presumptuous there, too, maybe he's so over me I'm not even a memory. I can't imagine he doesn't know I'm with Angus, as telecoms is more gossip-y than Sweet Valley High.
Angus had to meet and work with people who knew both him and his ex. He never had any really uncomfortable conversations about it, as the people he worked with were pretty conservative and very English about the handling (tiptoe, be delicate, don't mention the war!). Zane, on the other hand, is about as subtle as acid reflux. It will be uncomfortable. I'm looking forward to it like I'm looking forward to childbirth. Scratch that - I'm more looking forward to childbirth than I am meeting Zane.
Angus hugs me later that evening. "It had to happen," he tells me sympathetically.
Robert Altman circles us, standing in the kitchen with his camera.
"I know," I reply. "It did." And it did have to happen. Telecom is incestuous. It was inevitable that I run into this situation, I had to bust my Facing People From the Divorce cherry at some point. In some ways, I can even imagine I may even be in the same space as my ex again (although while he's in China, this is pretty unlikely seeing as he was never a fan of the UK and I'm unlikely to find myself in Guangzhou anytime soon).
Everything is always so complicated.
Even Robert Altman agrees and he should know, he's been following me all fucking day.
-H.
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...are you sure your ex isn't married and preggers, too?...
You'll be your wonderful self and Zane will be amazed and in awe at your beauty and will have nothing but great things to report to the ex... who knows? Maybe they aren't even friends anymore! Stranger things have happened.
Posted by: sue at July 11, 2007 01:26 PM (WbfZD)
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I can just see you (ok, metaphorically) sailing past this guy tomorrow, knowing that he has nothing on you and can't bother you in the least. You'll do great.
Posted by: Hannah at July 11, 2007 02:28 PM (5w+E2)
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Ok, so this is completely not responding to anything you said, other than I spit Blueberry Iced Tea all over my keyboard when you referenced "Sweet Valley High". I think I have up to book #104 stashed away in a box somewhere. Good Night Irene!
I'm agreeing with Sue and Hannah. Put on your very best poker face and even if you are a bundle of nerves on the inside, focus on the actual purpose of the meeting and you'll kick ass.
Posted by: Tif at July 11, 2007 02:42 PM (jCFyL)
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Helen, I have been following your words for nearly as long as you have been writing, and this southerner is delurking to give you the advice her mother gave her... "kill them with kindness". At first I thought she was just telling me to lean over backwards, but having had to deal with an ex who broke up with me to date his student (whom he later married), I soon realized that by "being kind" when we were in the same place (and hell, we were in the same damn department for the next year until I could get out), I was keeping him guessing all the time. I was "serene" and he was...not. I ended up feeling much better for myself than if I had it out with him, because I secretly felt like I had the upper hand the whole time; he could be nasty (and so could the bitch gf) and I could just smile and let them think I was plotting revenge without lifting anything but the corners of my mouth.
I don't know. Maybe it's a southern thing.
Posted by: Mandy at July 11, 2007 04:09 PM (G4qQJ)
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Well, lovey--in sympathy/empathy? My ex of 16 years (with whom I had a great love for many years and then a horriffic breakup which involved stalking on his part and a public hearing--oh, and he's a shrink, with a practice right down the street) lives around the corner from me and my husband with his new "barbie-doll" wife. He does not allow her to speak to me, but curiosity overcame her at a neighborhood Christmas party once. It was terribly awkward. And weird.
So, you see, it's not just telecom that's incestuous; it's the world. Anyway, once you see Zane the first time, at least you won't have to dread it anymore.
This is me sending you virtual armor and warm wishes for a poker face.
Posted by: Deborah at July 11, 2007 04:13 PM (GOFVL)
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The others are absolutely right. Once you're done seeing him, you won't be dreading it. And being nice never goes wrong in the professional arena.
Good luck, babe. Hope it went well.
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Posted by: That Girl at July 13, 2007 02:07 AM (Mc2V9)
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Still here, even if I haven't commented in a bit...
I think you're doing beautifully! Proud of you...
Posted by: serena at July 13, 2007 03:40 AM (4J7so)
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July 10, 2007
Rules of Pregnancy
A cool mum-to-be I know sent me the following email, which I think was appropriate enough to include here:
Rules of Pregnancy
1. The appropriate response to a couple telling you they are having a baby is "Congratulations" with enthusiasm. Any other response makes you a jerk.
2. Through the wonders of science, we now know that babies are made ONLY by the mother and father- not grandparents or other family. Unless the baby is in your uterus or you are the man that helped put it there, you may not ever use the phrase "my baby"
3. On the same note, unless you made the baby as defined in #2, the pregnancy, birth and the raising of the child are not about you. You do not have input. No one wants to hear your opinion unless they ask for it.
4. The body of a pregnant woman should be treated the same as any other body. You would not randomly touch someones stomach if they were not pregnant, nor would you inquire into the condition of their uterus, cervix or how they plan to use their breasts. Pregnancy does not remove all traces of privacy from a woman.
5. Likewise, no woman wants to hear comments on her weight- ever. A pregnant woman does not find it flattering that you think she is about to pop, must be having twins, looks swollen or has gained weight in her face. Telling her she looks too small only makes her worry that she is somehow starving her baby. making such comments invite her to critique your physical appearance and you may not act offended. The only acceptable comment on appearance is "You look fabulous!"
6. Most of us have picked up on the fact that summer is hot. We are hot every summer when we are not pregnant. We donÂ’t need you to point out that we will be miserably hot before the baby comes.
7. There is a reason that tickets to Labor & Delivery are not yet sold on Ticketmaster. Childbirth is actually not a public event. It may sound crazy, but some women really do not relish the idea of their mother, mother-in-law or a host of other family members seeing their bare butt or genitals. Also, some people simply feel like the birth of their child is a private and emotional moment to be shared only by the parents.
8. Like everything else in life, unless you receive an invitation, you are not invited. This includes doctor appointments, ultrasounds, labor, delivery, the hospital and the parents home. you do not decide if you will be there for the birth or if you will move in with the new parents to "help out". if your assistance is desired, rest assured that you will be asked for it.
9. If you are asked to help after the birth, this means you should clean up the house, help with cooking meals, and generally stay out of the way. Holding the baby more than the parents, interfering with breastfeeding and sleeping schedules and making a woman who is still leaking fluid from various locations lift a finger in housework is not helping.
10. The only people entitled to time with the baby are the parents. Whether they choose to have you at the hospital for the birth or ask you to wait 3 weeks to visit, appreciate that you are being given the privilege of seeing their child. Complaining or showing disappointment only encourages the parents to include you less.
OK, let's talk about numbers 4 and 5, shall we?
About the weight - I've had a few people comment on my size now. I'm at that stage where I am very obviously pregnant now. I'm not in that ambiguous "does she need to lay off the chocolate Pop-Tarts or not?" stage, no one will confuse me with someone who went to a Harlem Globetrotters game and swallowed the game ball. I'm pregnant. It shows. There are all kinds of opinions about how much weight a woman should gain or not. I'm 6 months in and have gained 20 pounds. When I read that the average twin pregnancy should include 50 pounds of weight gain, I nearly wept. No, scratch that. I did weep. When I met my movie buddy Lloyd, he laughed at me and said I was enormous and should clearly only gain 5 pounds, no one needs to gain 50 pounds.
I refrained from smacking Lloyd as hard as I could and telling him that until he carried something the size of a bowling ball around his two intestines, he should keep his fucking mouth shut.
I did not share my popcorn with him, however.
I get loads of comments. I'm actually not that big I don't think, other women having twins - and some of women with just 1 baby - look bigger than I do, maybe because I'm a taller chick with a ribcage that Pavarotti would admire, so I can pack away a lot of baby in here. People insist on commenting on my size, and it really pisses me off. I'm pregnant, capisce? Don't go around telling me how big I am, I don't go up to you and tell you to ensure you don't have a monobrow, do I? Angus made the fatal error of calling me to the phone the other day with the term of endearment "Fat Girl". He was joking, of course. But clue drama of Faye Dunaway style and you'll understand my reaction to being called that term (he apologized and promised to not call me that again, which is good because I'd hate to ratchet my diva dial all the way up on high already.)
If you see a pregnant chick, just tell her she looks good. Even if she looks like shit. Lie, people. Just lie.
About number 4 - I can't reiterate it enough: Don't rub a pregnant woman's stomach without asking her first. Just don't do it. We are not Buddha. We are not a genie, we cannot grant you 3 wishes. We are not Care Bears who will make your very bestest wish come true. We are carrying babies and feeling a bit self-conscious about it in general, thanks. I get it that people want to "be one with the energy" or to be a part of it, but it's patronizing in the extreme. So far, I have had my stomach rubbed by seven people. Seven. In a very uncomfortable moment, I had to meet with an external company and one of my bosses came in to the meeting and joined. He introduced himself and me. Then he - I still can't believe this myself - told the table that I'm a top project manager who always delivers what he tells me to, even going above and beyond the call of duty, and to emphasize his point he patted my stomach.
I sat there with a frozen expression on my face. You'd think I was being pleasant. Inside, I'd turned into a verbal Rambo.
I'm sure some women don't mind it, there are women that no doubt feel ok or even connected about people touching them. I don't like people touching my stomach when I'm not knocked up (I need a sec to suck it in, after all), why would I be ok about emphasizing the point that I can no longer see my beaver? If women love you to touch their pregnant stomachs, I'm sure they'll tell you. They may even be the ones with the shirt saying "Bun in the Oven", with that big arrow pointing towards their crotch.
Some of the stomach touchers - like Jeff, who not only touches my stomach but thinks that my navel is a loudspeaker through which he should talk in order to be broadcast into the Lemonheads comfy 1970's-style den - are on the ok list for touching me. Angus would have full clearance to touch my stomach, only he's more likely to rub his hand across the stovetop seconds after sizzling up some fajitas. Another person who's ok for touching me is this guy:
My Dad, who phoned on Thursday and told me that the airline he works for asked him to pilot in a flight to London for an overnight stay, and could he come see us?
Of course he could. We were ecstatic, including Granddog Gorby, who thinks my dad is the best thing since sliced dog biscuits. So my dad came, had dinner and stayed overnight with us, and yes he touched my stomach, but he's one of the few with a hall pass.
But he did comment on how big I'm getting, which necessitated an ass-kicking.
-H.
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You are effing hilarious and I love the way you write about these topics! I will never forget the day my female (childless) boss, poked me in the 7 month pregnant belly with her pointy finger to illustrate something she was talking to me about, in the toilet, at the office, after she had gone to the toilet, and before she had washed her hands! Nice......
Posted by: Sarah at July 10, 2007 06:19 AM (/i+3p)
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Hi Helen! I hope you don't mind, but I have a friend who just opened an online baby/mum shop. Thought you might be interested: www.pickleandboo.co.uk.
Posted by: Juls at July 10, 2007 06:27 AM (Q03JQ)
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My sister had big problems with #9 when my mother went to help her after each child was born. Every phone call I recieved from my sister started with "Do you know what your mother did to me today" and preceded with "I'm ready to send her back on the next flight".
Turns out having your mother around is more of a pain in the ass then actual child birth....
Who knew.
Posted by: Heidi at July 10, 2007 06:42 AM (7KDfj)
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As always Helen, you look beautiful
abs xxxx
Posted by: abs at July 10, 2007 08:13 AM (pejJ8)
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Knowing nothing about pregnant women, I have now engraved the above rules in my memory for all time.
Posted by: Hannah at July 10, 2007 08:56 AM (lUH62)
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Helen, you look fantastic! =)
(And I'm not just saying that to be nice.)
Posted by: Amanda at July 10, 2007 12:20 PM (ay+rD)
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What? You mean the tickets I bought are FAKE?? I'm suing Ticketmaster!!
Seriously, I've found that in general, it's the people without children who do the stupid things.
I would add one more thing to the list:
-If you visit, keep it SHORT during the first few months unless you're helping out by making a meal, or cleaning house. Mom and baby(ies) are tired. Their rest is more important than your entertainment.
As the father, I found that one of my primary functions was too shoo away well meaning but obnoxious visitors so that my wife and baby could sleep.
Posted by: ~Easy at July 10, 2007 12:26 PM (X+de8)
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I have a short list of people who are allowed to touch me as well. At times I know when people who are not on that list are about to rub my belly and have grabbed their hand before it reaches me making for an awkward moment for them. Up until a couple of weeks ago I would let comments about my size slide. That was until one day when it was hot, really really hot and I was cranky, really really cranky a jack-ass in the local coffee shop said I looked like I was about to pop.
My comment back to him ... "Do I look like a zit to you?"
Stunned silence. Then he asked if I wanted decaf or regular.
You look fantabulous H. I'll let you rub my belly if I can rub yours
Posted by: Anita at July 10, 2007 01:01 PM (pTsT0)
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Yes, yes, a million times yes. I never got past the "does she need to lay off the chocolate pop tarts" phase (delivering at 25w3d - not recommended, incidentally) and was actually having a bit of fun messing with some folks in my department by not saying anything and letting them wonder, so I was not tormented by random strangers touching my stomach, but I'm pretty sure I would have hauled off and slugged anyone who did.
And you DO look fabulous. I found you via one of your progress pictures that was on interestingness on Flickr. I think pregnant women, all pregnant women, are BEAUTIFUL.
Posted by: Sarah at July 10, 2007 01:03 PM (MJivL)
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Just to defend the childless a bit, I hate being touched by strangers and I would never in a million years attempt to touch a stranger's pregnant belly. In fact, I don't want to touch anyone's belly, and if you make me I will inwardly cringe.
Posted by: geeky at July 10, 2007 01:04 PM (ziVl9)
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Ha-ha to number five. It always cracks me up that woman get sensitive about their looks & weight when pregnant. The reality is guys (who don’t like guys) don’t think pregnant women look “fabulous”. Pregnant women look hot and you my dear are looking very fricking hot.
Cheers to your Angus, heÂ’s one lucky bastard.
Posted by: Mr. Dobbs at July 10, 2007 01:29 PM (WzwJX)
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I found this shirt for you at Cafe Press...
It says, "Hands off the bump"
http://www.cafepress.com/buy/maternity+shirts+pregnancy/-/pv_design_details/pg_1/id_11172100/opt_/fpt_/c_360/
Posted by: impossiblejane at July 10, 2007 01:50 PM (eihy3)
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Funny stuff Helen. The Super-Model gained 40lbs or more in all 3 of her pregnancies, and she never had twins. You really do look good, and you know my policy on lying...
The Super-Model and I are wrestling with points 7 & 8. Her parents showed up two weeks before the baby was born and went everywhere with her. EVERYWHERE!! I really like my in-laws, but Mrs. Solomon needed some alone time. They're still with us 18 days after showing up. They do help though...that's good.
The Solomons have a brand new baby boy!!! He was born Friday, July 6th, and was 8lbs 7oz and 21 inches. Just wanted to share the good news.
Posted by: Solomon at July 10, 2007 02:52 PM (al5Ou)
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I'll pile on. You DO look great, and very healthy.
Looks like Gorby and your Dad had a good time. I'm glad he could drop in!
Posted by: caltechgirl at July 10, 2007 03:39 PM (qPLLC)
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I love that picture; that is such a GREAT picture! The yard and your Dad and Gorby and you looking so happy.
And you really do look great! Not just blowing sunshine up your ass here.
I gained 60 pounds with my first and a whopping 70 pounds with second. Each time I lost it all and fit back in my "skinny" jeans within months. So don't worry.
Posted by: The other Amber at July 10, 2007 03:43 PM (zQE5D)
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You do look great. I propose an 11th rule - no uninvited sharing of negative delivery-room experiences (yours or someone elses) with the pregnant lady.
Good stories - ok. For example, I had a colleague who (really, not making this up) slept through her first child's labor and was woken up by the nurse in time to push.
Posted by: suze at July 10, 2007 04:08 PM (0doyF)
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What a great picture... and, yes, you look FABULOUS! Honest.
Glad your Dad got to stop by. What a great surprise.
Posted by: sue at July 10, 2007 04:18 PM (WbfZD)
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Erm, sorry, I seem to have inadvertently broken number 5 while trying to be complimentary. I was jealous over having gained 50 lbs while carrying one, not trying to imply you hadn't gained enough. I promise it won't happen again.
You really do look amazing - fit, healthy, and glowing.
Hooray for a visit from your Dad! I'm glad he was able to come stay overnight with you. I laughed out loud at the description of Jeff talking through your belly button into the Lemonheads' den. Cute visual. I love the shirt someone posted a link to as well.
Posted by: Lisa at July 10, 2007 05:23 PM (e8V7B)
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Lisa-I promise you didn't upset me. This was "real world" stuff, honest!
Although I DO like Suze's number 11, no nightmare delivery stories (seriously, never a good idea to tell to a woman who's going to be facing that.)
And Solomon-congratulations. Honest!
Posted by: Helen at July 10, 2007 06:07 PM (OR0rC)
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You would not randomly touch someones stomach if they were not pregnant...
You don't know me very well, do you?
Seriously though, I only touched the stomachs of family members and close friends. Even then, I asked first.
As for #5, I love how pregnant women look. My wife used to complain, "I'm fat." "Honey, you're not fat: you're pregnant. And you look magnificent."
So Helen, will you smack me if I give you a mental belly rub from across the pond? You look absolutely adorable as a mom to be.
Posted by: physics geek at July 10, 2007 07:46 PM (MT22W)
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The proper comment is "you're glowing!" 'cause you are.
Posted by: B. Durbin at July 11, 2007 02:49 AM (tie24)
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A willow, You are a willow, swaying in the wind.
ha- that is a quote from Night Shift, only the bestest movie ever from Michael Keaton.
except that that line was said by Henry Winkler to his girlfriend... funny....I guess you had to be there..
Posted by: j.m at July 11, 2007 05:18 AM (TsXw6)
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Thanks Helen. I saw him smile for the first time today...what a glorious sight. I look forward to you seeing that for the first time in a few months.
I also look forward to baby posts and am pretty sure your other friends do too.
Posted by: Solomon at July 11, 2007 01:20 PM (x+GoF)
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I only had 2 instances of people touching my stomach uninvited while pregnant -- both were coworkers. One touched it in a motherly way that didn't bother me. The other POKED it. Hard.
Posted by: Dotty at July 11, 2007 06:48 PM (KJE2B)
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I was lucky enough to avoid most of the offenses when carrying my son. I got a couple that made me want to shove my foot up someone's nostril...but nothing too serious. My sister in-law however, was finishing up her last week at work, in her 39th and then some week of pregnancy and a woman said to her,
"You MUST be having a girl...you know because girls steal your beauty."
That woman is lucky she got away with her life.
Posted by: Kathy at July 11, 2007 08:51 PM (3gHjo)
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AMEN to those rules! Especially #7
Posted by: Sara at July 12, 2007 08:23 PM (QKW+c)
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We asked people to wait three weeks before visiting, it came as a shock to the recipients I think. Nevertheless, they respected our wishes.
You look lovely in this photograph, so relaxed and happy. I'm glad your Dad could stay with you and enjoy each other's company.
K from Australia
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July 09, 2007
Fear
We think the nationality issue has been sorted now - thanks to those who offered links and advice, we read them religiously, and although we're still looking for official comment from Border and Immigration Control, we're much calmer about the issue that the babies will be American and British at birth. We're also pleased we don't have to get married at Basingstoke! The marriage issue has been put to rest, much to the displeasure of both of our families, but both of us really feel that the stress levels are high enough as it is, adding a wedding into the mix right now isn't going to help. We will get married. Just not yet.
I know I've been writing a lot lately about stress, issues, and conflicted feelings. Lately things have been coming in waves of primary colors, raw and wild stresses and fears that are as vivid as my hormone-induced pregnancy dreams. I don't mean for this spot to become a beehive of vulnerability, it's just I'm in an area that I have never been in before, an area I thought maybe I would never be in.
For years now, I've had few real fears. I guess when you meet with the action end of a bottle you stop being afraid of a lot of things, they just don't scare you anymore. Death doesn't scare me. Heights don't scare me. Snakes and creepy crawlies - while not my favorite things in the world - don't paralyze me with fear. I can say that I have a lot of things that concern me, but for so long I had nothing I was truly, completely, and utterly afraid of. Nothing stabbed me in the heart with cold hard terror. There was nothing that was a fate worse than death, because death itself wasn't a benchmark of alarm, and because death was, in some ways, a better answer to the life of unmitigated destruction I was forcing myself to live.
Until now.
Work with my nice couch man has been ongoing and will keep going until the babies are born, then I imagine some kind of scale down will have to happen. He's gotten me out of hopping out of myself. I am no longer feeling absolutely nothing at events that I should feel something at. I do not try to be anyone else, and I don't tell people lies so that they won't get to know me. I am the nearest thing to Me that I have ever been.
And he's helping me deal with the next round.
I always seem to have rounds. Only this one is a round which makes my mouth run dry. It makes me short of breath with panic. It makes me feel like going prostrate with agony and defeat, and that's something for me. I'm the little engine that could. I can take the defeat, the shit, the challenges. But suddenly, I am overwhelmed by something bigger than I am.
We're working as fast as we can.
I look back at the life I've lived as though I'm a war veteran standing on the edge of a very large cliff. From the view of the cliff, I can see it all. My childhood, where I was locked inside of eyes that didn't fit, where the embarassment and inadequacies first set in. My teens, where I ruthlessly seized the path of not belonging, and made it my mission to further making myself as distant as possible. My early adult years, where it was obvious to all and sundry just how detached I was, just how much was invisible from the surface. My late 20's, where I started to implode. The many, many hours I spent on a couch, trying to put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
I look down over my cliff and the sea smells of dysfunction, as screaming taunts, addictions, nightmares, emotional and physical violence, and that whine of the TV at 5 am as it plays only humming white noise churn below me. I am none of those people now, but they are all in me, and I am trying to reconcile them and move on. I survived it all, but even more than that, I survived myself. I did a far better job of enforcing the nightmares than anyone I ever loved could ever have done.
And now I feel kicking. It's gentle but insistent. It comes in the mornings, it comes in the late evenings, it comes when I am still. There is no noise in my head but there's noise in the ever-growing curve of my abdomen.
I have dreams that I am a warrior, battle-weary and scarred, trying to get three children out of a war-torn country. I am told, in typical Freudian bullshit fashion, that two of the children in my dream are the Lemonheads. The other child I am trying to save is me. I don't know what to make of this, but then I often don't know what to make of anything.
The battle to get over how broken I was is largely over. We have some smaller pieces to work on, but I am in my here and now. I am proud of the work I've done. I am proud that I survived myself. I wouldn't wish being broken on anyone, but if you make it through and can look back, then you are the strongest person I know.
I do not fear death. I do not fear love. But I do have a fear now, and it is scarier than anything I have ever felt. It punches me in the gut and takes my breath away. If I don't protect the babies as I should have been protected, I will have failed them. I will have failed myself. If I don't take heed and take a different path, then I will ruin them. If I don't save them from what I know is out there, then I will be no better than the monsters I tried to run from. It's not just all up to me, it's not all just tilting at windmills. I will conquer it, because there is no alternative.
My fear was unexpected.
My fear is honest, and terrifying.
My fear is simple.
My biggest fear in the world is that my babies will turn out like me.
-H.
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Congratulations. You are now a parent.
This is the fear that every parent lives with. Every decesion is now run through a new filter that overwhelms all other concerns. When you start to think about all of the things that can happen you'll go insane. Take deep breaths, and just do your best. It will be good enough.
Don't sell yourself short. You have many good qualities that your babies will aquire. I feel confident that your kids will not turn out exactly like you fear.
Posted by: ~Easy at July 09, 2007 12:05 PM (X+de8)
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They're going to be somewhat like you. It's just inevitable. But, don't fear. You're a good person. Two little Helens running around delights me to no end.
Posted by: statia at July 09, 2007 12:16 PM (lHsKN)
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I was just about to say the same thing. You are already a mom, in fact you have been for a while even before you got a postitive beta, and you have already been doing an excellent job caring for those Lemonheads. You will do better for them because you know you should and you know you can. That's not to say you won't make mistakes - every parent does - but you know how you want them to feel and you will work your hind end off to make sure they feel that way. You are already doing an amazing job.
Posted by: donna at July 09, 2007 12:20 PM (Kco5r)
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My biggest fear is that my son is going to turn out just like my husband!
Posted by: paula at July 09, 2007 12:32 PM (FlZPw)
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Your fear proves the couch time is/was well spent. Reality is fearful, fantasy can be pleasant. How the DNA replicants evolve is not totally up to the nuture of the DNA donors; nature plays a large role also. That said I predict the replicants will be well loved and feel very safe and secure in your home. With those advantages they will do very well in life.
Posted by: Foggy at July 09, 2007 12:43 PM (Dk5Ts)
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You're forgetting the inner strength that it took you to finally get to where you are. Part of who you are is based on the paths you've taken, and while there is no doubt that the lemonheads will inherit characterisitics of both you and Angus, they will choose their own paths that will make them their own people. You're responsibility is to protect them from the unseens while they are young,guide them as they grow up, and be their roots when they are adults.
I cultivate a wish that if I go down the parenting route, that I will see my family togeher & relaxing regularly. My family, as it is now, only gets together on birthdays and holidays, as per general expectations. I dread those events, and I dream of a different relationship with my kids.
That being said, I do understand your fear. I would hope my kids where better than me, more fogiving and easier to laugh.
Posted by: Angela at July 09, 2007 12:48 PM (DGWM7)
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Ahh, the rounds. I so hear you on that. Sometimes I wonder if the rounds ever stop or if they continually perpetuate one another. Would I have round 45856 if round 2283 didn't reveal blabbity-blah? Couldn't I have just done without realising blabbity-blah and saved myself several more rounds? Is it really imperative that I deal with the blabbity-blah when I've gone 32 years not even really being aware of it?
(Wish I could answer all that for both of us!)
However--here's what I think: your kiddos will be like you in many ways. I don't think this is anything to really fear, as you can't change it. That whole DNA thing? Yeah, there it is.
BUT. There's also the "product of our environment" kind of thing. Hel, your childhood was less than loving and nurturing. Much of how you are now is because you kinda had to raise yourself and in doing so, had to form a hard candy shell to keep you from melting in people's hands. (Though I hear you
do melt in mouths... what?! I'm just sayin!)
The Lemonheads aren't going to have the same kind of childhood that you had. You've waited so very long for their arrival and have wanted them from the get-go. I know you're going to be a loving, nurturing, caring mother. (Just look at Jeff and Melissa! They love you! And you're supposed to be the "Evil" Stepmother!)
Because you are going to love these kids to bits and back again, they won't have to form such a hard candy shell from the get-go. You'll be there to love them and support them all the way. Inevitably, they'll probably have your strength and drive. It's possible they might get a touch of the Dooms, as they're hereditary, but at least they'll have a great role model for dealing with them. You're taking the necessary steps to sort out your Dooms & Glooms so if they should wind up with a touch of it, they'll know immediately how to seek the help that will get them out of the Pit of Despair.
I understand your fears. (I echo them myself.) But from an outsider's view, you're worried about them becoming what you were like when you didn't have the tools to deal with life, not the wonderful, loving, caring, amazing woman you are now. Don't forget to update your own character and achievements when you're constructing Worst-Case-Scenarios. ;-p xxx
Posted by: Ms. Pants at July 09, 2007 02:30 PM (+p4Zf)
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I am by no account a professional so I don't feel able to offer real advice. I am, however, a woman who has recently gone through her own roller coaster year. My family doctor recently told me that the fact that I am able to confront and rationalize my fears means that I'm over the hump. That Im able to move on. It does make sense to me, even if I am still wary. But just realize that almost every new mom has her own degree of fear that's holed up inside her. From what I've read so far of your journey, it sounds like you are a remarkable strong woman. The fact that you care enough to want to protect the Lemonheads from whatever lays ahead, just shows that you are indeed already a Mommy.
Good Luck Helen.
Posted by: Terry at July 09, 2007 03:01 PM (2nDll)
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They will have the best of you. And with your and Angus' love and attention, they will be well-adjusted children who know they are loved, wanted and cared for forever.
Posted by: kenju at July 09, 2007 03:03 PM (DBvE5)
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I agree. You've just passed Mommy 101. It never ends, sweetie... if it isn't one thing it is something else. The lemonheads will have your wealth of experience to guide them and although you will never stop fearing one thing or another for them you must remember that in many respects children come "pre-programmed" and all we can do is guide them. I can't think of a better guide than you.
Posted by: sue at July 09, 2007 03:07 PM (WbfZD)
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"My biggest fear in the world is that my babies will turn out like me"
And that is a bad thing? The person they will know is the person you are NOW, not the mess you say you used to be......have a little faith in yourself, your stepkids haven't run screaming from you have they? Look outside, there are no villagers with pitchforks and torches out there. You are not the monster you seem to think you are.
Posted by: Donna at July 09, 2007 03:10 PM (XVAEN)
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You already said here that you are the strongest person you know:
"The battle to get over how broken I was is largely over. ... I wouldn't wish being broken on anyone, but if you make it through and can look back, then you are the strongest person I know."
so why wouldn't you want the babies to be like that?
BTW, looking at your pic today from your website I thought you'd snapped a picture of the Loch Ness monster while you were in Scotland!
Posted by: Jennifer at July 09, 2007 03:32 PM (8aSU6)
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My biggest fear in the world is that my babies will turn out like me.
Is that supposed to be a negative? You've gone through some rough times, experienced some terrible things, and yet somehow you've ended up stronger and happier than you were before those things. Isn't that what's supposed to happen?
As to this point:
If I don't protect the babies as I should have been protected, I will have failed them.
Join the crowd. I believe that every parent, myself included, worries that very thing. I believe that as long as you think that, you'll be fine. It's when you think that you've got it all figured out that the real problems arise.
Crikey, I speak like I know something. The reality is that I'm just making it up as I go along. It's okay, though: my children teach me what I need to know. I'm confident that your's will offer similar instruction.
Posted by: physics geek at July 09, 2007 04:32 PM (MT22W)
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Like some of the others are saying; welcome to parenthood! I understand your fears; hell, I still beat myself up sometimes because I wasn't a perfect parent, but nobody is! And look how awesome my kids turned out, lol.
And you know, it wasn't easy. My father was an alcoholic, my childhood was the pits in many ways and my ex's childhood was horrific, although how much so I didn't find out until many years later. I tried to commit suicide when I was 17, you know. I wasn't exactly Miss Healthy Id back then, lol.
But we were determined to raise our kids without all that baggage, we weren't going to make the mistakes our parents had with us and guess what? We did a great job! And we were so young, too. I was only 22 when I had Lucy. But despite not getting any therapy for my own issues until after the kids were grown, still, the ex and I persevered. And we were successful!
So, if I can do it, you can do it too. You are older, wiser and you've done such great work on yourself! You'll be awesome.
Besides, a lot of it is up to them anyway. Despite how much weight we put upon parenting and yes, of course good parenting is very important, but ultimately the Lemonheads are going to be their own persons. You can guide them and do your best but in the end we are all ourselves and not our parents. So what they become in the end is only partially you and Angus but mostly them. Scary as that sounds, but it's true.
The important thing is that you yearn to be a good parent. That's what counts, that attitude. After that, it all just rolls out naturally, you'll see.
Posted by: The other Amber at July 09, 2007 05:13 PM (zQE5D)
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I'm going to disagree with you, my friend. Being "just like you" is a pretty good thing. I know you have your demons and your issues. We all do. It's just that you have the resources and the resiliency to fight back. And that's a quality I suspect you'd appreciate both babies inheriting from Mom. That being said, I really don't think you're really afraid that your lemonheads will end up "just like you". I suspect that your real fear is that they will have to face unbelievably difficult, painful times as you did, and that will scar them, too. That's a healthy fear, and keeping it in the back of your mind will help you protect them.
Your Lemonheads were pretty smart picking you.
Posted by: caltechgirl at July 09, 2007 05:40 PM (/vgMZ)
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I second caltechgirl. Every word, especially, "Your Lemonheads were pretty smart picking you."
Posted by: Mia at July 09, 2007 07:04 PM (+2lQc)
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I think the twins will turn out with your good characteristics - your resilience, your wit, your brains, etc. The difference here is they don't have to carry the same baggage you have carried for all these years. I have no doubt that you and Angus will love them to death and make sure they have all they need, and the two of you will strive not to repeat the same mistakes of your parents that contributed to your emotional troubles. You are committed to stability for your family, and few things will help them more than that. I believe that your problems have made you wise enough to teach your children how to avoid the same pitfalls you went through. Imagine this - the twins having the things that are good about Helen (yes you DO have good qualities, don't deny yourself that), but without the baggage. Unconditional love of your children will go a long way towards them turning out happy and well adjusted to life.
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July 06, 2007
The Logistics of Loving a Foreigner
Throughout all the baby talks, decisions, arguments, stresses, and choices, one thing has been 100% crystal clear to Angus and I - the babies, when they are born, will immediately be registered as American citizens by myself and British citizens by him. This is a point of non-negotiation for both of us. Our children will be dual citizens from Day One (ok, well, really more like Day Five, as we need to get home from the hospital first).
It's not that we worry there'll be an international incident regarding them or anything, but we are both keen to have our children be a mixed part of both of our lives. It's not ok for me to not register them as Americans, because that's where I'm from, that's what I am. It's not ok to not register them as British citizens, because that's who Angus is, that's where we live (and there's the side issue of the babies needing visas, etc.)
I did check with the American Embassy about the rules on this. For children born outside of wedlock to a U.S. citizen mother and non-U.S. citizen father, they absolutely can be American citizens as long as I have lived in the U.S. for 5 years after the age of 14 (it seems a strange rule, but I comply. I have official college transcripts to prove it.) So I need to turn up with the babies at the Embassy with my passport and birth certificate, as well as proof I lived in the States for 5 years after age 14 (if they even ask for it, I have a feeling once I open my trap it'll be clear I am, indeed, a Yankee Doodle Dandy), and voila-the babies get American passports and are Americans.
I checked on this.
I was worried about it.
My fears were assuaged.
Turns out I should maybe have checked on the British side of things, too.
Silly me - I honestly thought American citizenship rules would be more difficult than British ones. Seriously. Not because I'm having a go at America, but immigration in the States is so complex, I thought American citizens born abroad thrown into the mix would make it harder.
It turns out, as Angus and I aren't married, the babies cannot be British citizens from birth. Believe it or not, it's only because the British citizen in this instance is, according to Border and Immigration Control, "not relevant". Citizenship apparently passes matrilineally in this country, the fact that the father is British does not matter a jot. We can apply for British citizenship on the babies' behalf after they become Americans, but it's not a guarantee that they will get it, which I feel is really, really fucked up.
All this could be solved if we had gotten married.
I'm here on a work visa, not a fiancée visa, which means (we think) I'd have to apply to the Home Office for permission to get married because I'm not in the UK with indefinite leave to remain (I would have gotten that by March next year, only they changed the fucking rules last year and so I have to go through the hassle and stress of trying to renew my work visa for one more year before I can get indefinite leave to remain. This, because immigrants are BAD. Even immigrants like myself, who pays 40% of my salary in taxes and owns a home. We're all bad.) If I apply for a fiancée visa, I have to leave the country while it's being considered, and not only is that going to be difficult with regards to work ("Hey! Hope you don't mind, but I have to fuck off for a while as I'm being considered for a fiancee visa! See you soon!") but it'd mean our little family of four would be apart for a while.
God, the drama.
Add on to the fact that while Angus and I do want to get married and will get married, neither of us want to do it now, as it means we've loads of paperwork to do, a month of preparations, and then - how neat! - I can get married while 7 months pregnant and the size of a small island nation! I'm so happy! This is totally what I had in mind, struggling to get the paperwork in and avoiding getting married in a designated "U.K. Immigration Restricted Office", which in our case means Basingstoke, which is a town that's rather like the asshole of the U.K. We could go to the States, but something about flying at 7+ months pregnant kind of makes me wary of that idea.
All this, and I'd be seriously pregnant.
Shotgun wedding. Just what I'd always envisaged for myself.
You can take the girl out of the Deep South, but you can't take the Deep South out of the girl.
(I am not judging shotgun weddings. If you got married because there was some knocked-upness going on, then I promise you I am not having a go. I'm just talking about how I saw my future.)
So last night there we were, severely depressed. Neither of us want to HAVE to get married. And while I'm completely happy with an elopement on a beach somewhere, Angus is dead certain - a wedding for us will be an event with friends and family. I woke up at 4 am and tossed and turned for hours, my mind a riot - how would we get a cake? How would we get a first dance - there are two babies in the way? How would we get invitations in time? We didn't budget this in, what impact will this have on the nursery fund we're saving? For the love of God, how enormous am I going to be at my own wedding? I saw it now, me showing the photo album to the babies in the future: Here's Mommy and Daddy. Yes I know, we're looking pained. And Daddy looks hungover. And - what's that? Oh no, sweetheart, that's not a flower girl. Those are Mommy's pregnant cankles.
Wedding stuff seriously stresses me out. Not only is it very complicated by the fact that I may have to get permission from this country to get married (which is so fucking patronizing, but it's yet another fact I need to check on), but I just don't want to get married while pregnant. And we don't want the stress right now. And this isn't how we wanted it to be, either of us. But ensuring the babies are citizens of both countries is hugely important to us.
God. Once Adam finds out about this it'll be hell. Adam is already in line for an ear-bending next weekend, not only from myself but from Angus, Angus' other brother, and his brother's wife (the Filipina). We are all sick and tired of his crappy comments adding to the feeding frenzy that us foreign brides may spirit off the English babies. He's going to be told in no uncertain terms that he needs to think before he speaks, that the implications of his words are huge. I keep thinking he's assuming I'm going to go all Not Without My Daughter on them, except in our case it'll be Not Without My Daughter and Son. And this is the U.K, not Iran. And I'm no Sally Field. So, really, nothing like Not Without My Daughter, but you get my meaning.
So this morning we started phoning offices as soon as they opened. Angus got on to Border and Immigration Control, and I was ready to start ringing the Home Office. Border and Immigration Control say that the law has actually changed as of July last year, all their websites are out of date, and the babies born out of wedlock to British fathers can be British from the beginning, too. Angus has asked for it in writing.
It might be ok.
Until we get something in writing, we keep nervously feeling the metal edge of a 12-guage in our backs.
-H.
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Helen,
The law did change last year - I don't have the link to hand at the moment to send you, but you don't have to worry about registering the Lemonheads as British.
As for the fun of getting married while being on a work permit, there are a few hoops but nothing life threatening. You'll have to apply for a Certificate of Approval from the Home Office (yes it's silly but it has to be done). After that's approved, you and Angus only have to go and give notice at a designated register office, you don't have to get married there. (I got married at my local designated register office because the marriage room at Coventry was beautiful.) The people at Basingstoke can forward your notice to any place you wish to get married.
I know all this paperwork makes your head want to explode (I get to slog through the stupid Life in the UK test and ILR paperwork in the next couple of months) but it's doable. I can't help you out with much in this world, but I'm pretty good with this immigration stuff.
Posted by: tanis at July 06, 2007 09:54 AM (6cH2N)
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I hope it works out for you! Weddings are stress hell, and if you add pregnancy on top of that - UGH. That's like an aneurysm waiting to go off. Keeping my fingers crossed for you
Posted by: Heather at July 06, 2007 12:37 PM (s0rhn)
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Looks like the unwed matrilineal citizenship law still stands? (note 4):
http://www.ind.homeoffice.gov.uk/applying/nationality/advice/bn1
From my understanding you _don't_ need to leave the UK to apply for a fiance visa for the marriage approval if your current leave to remain (other than student) is for more than 6 months. If you are on a work permit then this should qualify (see guidance note #2):
http://www.ind.homeoffice.gov.uk/6353/11406/coaguidanceapr07.pdf
(Call the Home Office to confirm tho as immigration is very confusing - lol)
How long have you guys been living together? If it is over 2 years then there is always the unmarried partner visa. Not sure if that would give the Lemonheads citizenship at birth but I would check though because it is a similar visa status to the marriage visa (in terms of 2 years and then can apply for indefinite leave). If you have been living together for over 4 years I believe you would qualify for indefinite leave immediately when you apply. If you do qualify for the indefinite leave then you wouldn't need to get approval for the marriage. Email me if you want any further details from when I went through it.
Posted by: Lee at July 06, 2007 01:27 PM (lN4Rc)
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Wow. Just reading this makes my head ache. I seriously hope all of this works out with you. And I totally understand you not wanting to be pregnant at your wedding. I can think of 10,000 other things I would've rather done at 7+ months pregnant then standing in front of family and friends and feeling like a beached whale.
Good luck-and I have a feeling this will all work out A-OK!
Posted by: Teresa at July 06, 2007 01:41 PM (0OxvL)
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Ahhh.. someone else who has to have the huge wedding because of their soon-to-be husband. It's so nice to see I'm not the only woman who doesn't really like weddings. Well. Hopefully, I'll like my own. But I'm quite okay with not spending 10-30 thousand dollars on one night.
Posted by: Jen(aside) at July 06, 2007 01:48 PM (u973k)
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Geez, I had no idea it would all be so complicated! I guess I just assumed if the babies were born there, they would be British citizens. Obviously I don't get out of the country much.
And yeah, everyone tells you about all the fun wedding stuff - dresses, cakes, flowers, etc. - but no one ever mentions all of the fucking paperwork, especially when it comes to changing your name.
Posted by: geeky at July 06, 2007 02:19 PM (RX+qr)
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Hey Helen, Tanis is right about the Cert of Approval from the Home Office...I was trying to think of the name of it. But if your children will be British from birth anyway then that would be great.
Try not to stress over it too much
(I say that as I stress over my ILR process which isn't until next year!)
Posted by: Juls at July 06, 2007 03:21 PM (EuG5z)
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As the parent of 2 dual-national UK/US kids, let me tell you that carrying extra passports and remembering which to use where is a hassle (the US is *very particular* that you use the US one to enter & exit; the UK is almost as bad). But it's a good hassle: I am always happy to think that my kids have the right work and live in two huge markets, the US and the EU...not mention that they have plenty of places to run to if things go pear-shaped where they happen to be.
You can never have too many passports.
Posted by: A Reader at July 06, 2007 04:07 PM (62SBq)
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Oh bloody hell. I'm sorry this is so stressful and complicated. Can the Office of Official Whatsits fax you what you need?
Posted by: Donna at July 06, 2007 04:16 PM (lQSbL)
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Bloody Hell is right. If this is what you have to go through, it's a damn good thing you decided to wait to get married. I'm getting a stress migraine just reading about it.
Just think, if you DO have to run off and get married now, you can still have a wedding later, and then you'll have TWO special days for Angus to give you presents, since he gives such nice presents, anyway.
Posted by: caltechgirl at July 06, 2007 05:29 PM (hQNjm)
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Gah... I hope that the person you got on the phone today is right, because that would make life so much easier. You do NOT need MORE stress!
Posted by: Sarah at July 06, 2007 05:54 PM (cLdR4)
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Aw puddin! I wish I'd known you were stressing over this. I could have actually helped out! A friend of mine did an internship at the US Embassy in London a while back and has kept up on all the passport and immigration laws with both countries since. (Because he's got this certain blond friend who was/is desperate to get dual citizenship and who constantly pestered him about it.)
It will be okay. They'll be dual, no problem. xxx
Posted by: Ms. Pants at July 06, 2007 06:02 PM (BqBbJ)
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It actually doesn't surprise me that the US law is easier— the US has a fairly weird law about citizenship by the standards of the world. But I think all will be well, particularly once you get it in writing.
As for Adam, I suggest that every time he brings up the subject, start faintly singing "Foot-In-Mouth disease, Foot-In-Mouth disease..." until he figures out that he's being an asshole. If that doesn't work, apply a cricket bat.
Posted by: B. Durbin at July 06, 2007 06:05 PM (tie24)
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So sorry that this is adding stress to you. If you absolutely have to marry (which I'm hoping you do not), maybe do a civil ceremony and save the family and friends for a later date. Sounds like you will be able to avoid it. Take care of you and the Lemonheads.
Posted by: sophie at July 06, 2007 07:16 PM (1HOa8)
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Phew, I read through your entry and then right at the end, slight hope! I sympathise. My aussie bloke and I had our wedding planned for Jan '04 until his work decided not to renew his visa so we rushed off to Richmond Registry office (the one with the famous green door that celebrities get photographed in front of!) and got married one Tuesday, we didn't tell anyone except two friends we coerced into being witnesses. Very annoying that you actually need to know the witnesses, we romantically talked about grabbing two randoms from the street but were told thats not allowed! Our real (fake) wedding three months later was lovely and we have subsequently told a few friends the truth, but its kind of irrelevant to us, it was our paperwork wedding. When it came to my baby, we decided to stay in the UK so she could have her British citizenship, but this is where I am confused, I always thought it was maternal, so if the Dad was British it didn't matter, it was whatever passport/visa the baby's mum was on that influenced it. Some of my South African friends in the UK on ancestral visas have to apply for visas for the British born babies. I am lucky, I have a British passport from Birth so my baby has a British passport, an Aussie one through her Dad (easy - like the American, turn up and you get it) and I finally managed to register her birth in South Africa just last week so she has that as another option!'
God, if she was a boy and played rugby it would be very hard to pick a country!
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Some Say Love, It Is a Flower. I Say It's Five Ounces of Vegetable Oil.
Last night the boy really pulled out all the stops.
I got home and was greeted by the dog, who generally finds it's his main purpose in life to:
1) Hate the postman
2) Bark at thunder
3) Greet anyone entering the house (us, friends, burglars) with a wag of the tail before retiring back to his bed in the kitchen
I met Angus in his study and shared with him my American purchase of the day - a chocolate chip cookie from a place at Waterloo. Said place make killer cookies. They're so buttery the paper bag gets see-through with butter grease stains, but I figured the Lemonheads, they needed some exposure to empty calories American fare.
Angus, grinning, told me what was in stock for me that night.
He'd bought me soy burgers (he had real dead animal burgers in the freezer, he makes his own recipe in huge batches. He goes so far as to use chopped steak and blue cheese, none of this ground chuck business for his burgers.) He'd bought white hamburger buns, something which is generally against his principles. He serves his burgers on sliced baguettes, not on something he referrs to as "packaged sawdust". He had corn on the cob, mushrooms, and potatoes, all for the grill. He had apple pie and vanilla ice cream for dessert.
But his coup de resistance? The point where he earned more boyfriend points than it's possible to spend in a lifetime? The moment when I knew how much he loved me?
He bought me a package of processed cheese slices for my burger. Like the Kraft ones, the ones that are an unnaturally bright orange, the ones individually wrapped in plastic that's impossible to get off the corners of the cheese slices correctly. We have a fridge full of French cheeses, we have a huge lump of English cheddar...and my boy went and bought me cheese slices because he says that's how American 4th of July cheeseburgers are supposed to be.
Nothing says "I love you" like processed cheese product. Nothing.
We sat under the canopy of a tree while he barbecued our dinner. Despite the chill and the rain, he insisted we grill. "This is what you do on the 4th of July," he explained. "You grill. So we are." It was very cozy and companionshippy, and I was so grateful. We ate our mushrooms. We had our corn on the cob (I'm a weird one when it comes to corn on the cob. I love the stuff, but I won't eat it off the cob. I have to cut it off the cob. I don't like scraping my teeth against something that feels like an unsoaked sponge. I have issues, I know.) He made me my soy burger with a huge smear of bright yellow mustard. "They didn't have any French's mustard at the shop," Angus explained apologetically as he spread Coleman's on the upper bun. He put a huge dab of salsa on my burger. And I got not one but two of my fake cheese slices.
The food was excellent, including my packaged cheese product. I have 14 slices left and I'll be damned if I'm not going to eat every single one of them (look alive, Lemonheads. This is Mommy's home turf, right here.) I don't want processed cheese food every day, but dammit he bought it for me for our American 4th of July and I'm going to eat it.
That's love, people.
After dinner Angus warmed up the apple pie (which was really tarte tartin but beggars can't be choosers and it tasted great). He dolloped two enormous scoops of vanilla ice cream on top and handed me the plate with a fluorish.
"Voila!" he grinned. "Apple pie a la....a la...apple pie a la dipshit!" he cried.
"I think you mean apple pie a la mode," I fill in for him.
"That's the one, I couldn't remember the name of it."
We went to bed early tucked in a cozy embrace. I fell asleep right away - my purchase of a Widgey saving my hips and back from agony - and we slept through the night, waking only to throw Maggie out of the room when she started to be a pain (Maggie has extra privileges these days. She's not coping well.)
This morning we both woke up feeling a little...on. Slight nudgings from the other party, dragging fingers up and down soft backs, it was all happening before he had to leave for a meeting. As we really got going, Angus pulled the sheet back and there, in all its glory, was my very pregnant body. Wrapped around the Widgey. Because nothing says hot stuff like a pregnant chick spooning an enormous nursing pillow.
Angus looked at the pillow.
It's covered in blue gingham. It's not exactly a turn on. I imagine that in men's minds it's similar to trying to give Dorothy one while Auntie Em was in the other room.
"Er..." I said. I hastily shoved it off the bed.
Smiling, Angus crawled up to me. Suddenly, he looked stricken with pain. "Leg cramp," he gasped through badly clenched teeth. He shook his leg wildly up and down, trying to get the cramp out. While he did that, I had to adjust myself as the sudden loss of my Dorothy-like dildo meant my hips and my nearly 6 months pregnant stomach weren't aligned, and it was painful.
I wondered if this is how sex will be when we're in our 80's.
We got there in the end (and it was good!). The beginning drama didn't affect us and instead I think a little reality proves that if you can get through all that and still desire each other, then maybe there's a spark there that'll last you for years to come.
Besides, he bought me processed cheese slices.
In some countries that must mean we're married.
-H.
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Angus is quite correct. Even if it rains, one must grill on the 4th of July.
Can you get Campbell's Tomato Soup there? If so, there's nothing quite like grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup on a rainy day. Especially if you have the proper cheese!
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we also grilled in the rain. And the neighbors set off an enormous amount of explosives in the rain. I was glad for the rain when I saw just how pyro-maniacal (now officially a word) they were.
I'm glad you enjoyed your fourth.
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Good story, good story.
Posted by: sara jane at July 05, 2007 01:08 PM (t5Xsa)
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Bwahaha.
Aaron and I so rarely get to have that steamy sex that you read about or watch on TV. Half the time, he's got one foot against the door, while we are trying to giggle as quietly as possible, getting it on, while my 3 year old walks up and down the stairs, "Mommy? Where'd you go, Mommy?" I swear. The kid has 1,000 toys, but he can't bear to miss me for a half an hour.
Posted by: Jen(aside) at July 05, 2007 01:36 PM (u973k)
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There are some things that just can't be made properly without processed cheese food! That was really sweet of Angus to buy you some
Posted by: geeky at July 05, 2007 02:36 PM (RX+qr)
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It's official: he's a keeper. =D
Posted by: Amanda at July 05, 2007 03:51 PM (ay+rD)
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What a lovely day. Angus sure is a keeper.
I will let you live vicariously through me on the Fourth. We awoke and my dear husband asked me if I wanted to start my day with a 'bang'. I rolled my eyes but it didn't stop things.
We went to the annual parade, and it was a great one-starting with the usual low fly-by of an A-10.
There was the roar of motorcyles kicking things off, then of course the vets. It always amazes me each year how there are fewer and fewer. In fact this year there was only two WWII vets, and about 10 Vietnam Vets, a couple Desert Storm, and a handful from the current war (some of them only on leave)-all followed by a large group of current soilders families. Very somber, but then the band comes, and the various organizations and groups, classic cars, and my personal fave, the local bagpipe group. The kids all had huge bags of candies (we are talking trick o' treat size bags!), and we worked our way through the crush of traffic over to the 'penny carnival' ( that is anything but a penny) and 3-on-3 b-ball games. The smell of all things sweet hung in the air, and we had some elephant ears, and then off to the BBQ. The kids swam in the pool, the adults joined in soon due to the heat and humidity, and then we got our eat on. Burgers (yes! with processed cheese!), brats, and hotdogs-watermelon, fresh fruit, cold salads, chips-n-dip, lemonade for the kids, beer and Mike's for the grown-ups. Follow it up with red, white and blue cupcakes, lemon squares, angel food cake, and brownies.
Soon after, it is time to air-pop the popcorn, and grab the blankets and head to the end of the street for the fireworks. We sit literally right under where they fire them up, save for where the fireman have it blocked off. The neighborhood kids all do sparklers or play soccer, and adults throw horseshoes or frisbees. Then the show starts at dark. 30 minutes of kick-ass, loud explosions, followed by a gold grand finale that is unlike any that I have ever seen. It is hard to take it all in. Then back to the house to set of our own show, with our mostly (illegal!) fireworks-most of which go off as should, but a few burns in the grass, and only a couple times we had to run out of the way of a stray bottle rocket. After blowing up a few popcans, and I'm sure pissing off a good amount of the neighbors, we all head home-a little sunburn, a lot exhausted-but all very happy.
I don't live a charmed life most days of the year, but the Fourth is all good. And a holiday that is my favorite-dare I say even better then Christmas!
Posted by: Teresa at July 05, 2007 04:06 PM (+FSYk)
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Turing Steak into chopped Hamburger meat...That a crime.
Posted by: Drew at July 05, 2007 04:08 PM (DngOs)
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YAY! There's just nothing processed American cheese for a 4th of July burger!
And the margaritas were delish, too.
Posted by: caltechgirl at July 05, 2007 04:36 PM (qPLLC)
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OK, I'm not PMSing (this week) but Angus' actions did bring some mist to my eyes. What a sweetheart he can be!
Posted by: Julie at July 05, 2007 06:58 PM (euiFL)
Posted by: B. Durbin at July 05, 2007 07:21 PM (tie24)
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I said he was a keeper a long time ago - and this confirms it!
Posted by: kenju at July 05, 2007 07:39 PM (DBvE5)
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Oh btw! Going back to your Motherhood post on the 2nd, I don't know if you ever watched the show "Frasier", or if it airs over there on reruns or not but I just saw a repeat from 2004 that made me crack up while thinking of you two the whole time. It's titled "Match Game" and it's about Niles and a pregnant Daphne feeling all this pressure to fit in with the other couples who are from their Lamaze class. Who are, of course, doing everything "natural", including everything she eats, etc., you know...and intimidating the hell out of poor Niles and Daph who suddenly feel like they need to be just like this other couple.
I laughed so hard, I about peed myself. It was SUCH a cliche and so very very funny as Niles and Daphne start to question themselves and the upcoming birth of their child because of this odious couple they end up copying for a while, lol!
Anyway, I hope you can get a copy or rent it or something. Very very funny stuff and I think you guys would appreciate it.
Posted by: The other Amber at July 05, 2007 07:51 PM (zQE5D)
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That's big man, because while I loves me some processed cheese food, I totally put snobby cheese on my burgers.
And I only sometimes put them on sawdust rolls.
We totally made lobsta. It was pissing outside, so there was no way we were grilling in the rain.
I might melt, as I am very fragile like that.
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My Fellow Americans
Although I left America 8 years ago, there are some days where I get a bit warped around the edges, where I am not quite the color I should be - I fade a bit, and get a little more introspective (as if that's possible). I think about my home country a lot on some days, and on those days I get a bit opaque. My edges are faint.
Today is one of those days that I often feel just a little bit pale on.
It's not as hard on me as Thanksgiving is, that Thursday is generally very hard on me, but it's a day that I feel just a bit...off.
Today most of the people I lived amongst have the day off. It's a day where you wake up and stretch, maybe have a morning round of loving. You open the curtains to the sunshine, think about everything you need to do today, and turn the TV on. The stores are all closed. Your neighbors are all home.
Your day may be filled with the smell of coals turning red in metal-tubbed grills. Hot dogs, hamburgers, ribs...the smell of mustard and ketchup fills the air, along with barbecue sauce, corn on the cob, and pie. Watermelon is chilling in a cooler. Bottles of beer are sweating on the tabletop, their labels bubbled with moisture. Maybe a pitcher or two of some lucious drink involving blenders, ice, and sheer mess are lounging about.
Your day may have the sound of rawhide meeting a bat as a line drive causes the fans to stand up and cheer at the stadium. If you're in the neighborhood, you hear the guy next door laughing, and the sound of sprinklers - and children running through them - is the hum and throb of the daily background noise. Tonight, somewhat sticky, somewhat humid, you'll maybe sit down and watch the fireworks explode overhead. You'll "Oooh!" and "Aaaah!" as appropriate, because that's what you do when the bangs occur overhead.
And these are things that I miss.
Stupid, really.
I may not necessarily miss much, but I do miss Nabisco products. I miss TV in the evening. I miss a grocery store full of so many things I will never need or use, but at least they're there, hanging out and waiting. Cookies? Check. Double stuff cookies? Check. Double stuff cookies dipped in frosting? Check. I wouldn't touch the things, I think they sound revolting. But it comforts me to know they're there. I miss Target and Boston Market and Jason's Deli. I miss Pop Tarts not being a strange thing to eat for breakfast. I miss being able to open my mouth and not having to think about which vernacular I use.
But these things are slight things I miss. They pass. I look at what I have in my life here and it is decision I made, and don't regret.
But on the 4th of July, like Thanksgiving, I miss home.
Maybe I'm romanticising things, about how your days will be, about how it all pans out. Maybe barbecues and sprinklers and baseball games are a thing of the past, much like Trick-or-Treating and Easter bunny baskets. Maybe I've just not moved on.
My day today is heading into London for a meeting. I'll be listening to Southwest Trains announcements and my iPod. Lunch will come from a sandwich shop, although my lovely Angus has promised me a BBQ for dinner, even if the rain starts pissing down (which it will. It's neverending. We had a party planned for Saturday but we've canned it as the weather is supposed to be foul this weekend.)
Don't get me wrong, I'm very glad to be here, and am very glad to have the company of Maggie, Gorby, and my lovely boy, who has changed the desktop picture on our home PC to one of an American flag for the day. He's generally very sensitive and caring on the days I feel homesick and I am so grateful. Now if I can just get him to quit playing his new favorite radio station he's convinced that Americans listen to - it's KWBY, which he found on the web. It's a radio station for gaw cowboys. Yes, you read that right. He and Gorby like to dance to the music while I cringe and hope he'll turn the racket off.
But even though I'm very glad to be here, it doesn't mean I don't miss something that was a part of me for 25 years.
Happy 4th of July, then. Have a beer and light a sparkler for me. Have fun today.
-H.
PS-strange, I hadn't realized it-in the past few weeks I had my 1,000th blog post and my 16,000th comment. Angus pointed this out to me this morning as we're in the process of moving my blog from everydaystranger.mu.nu to a new server (so if you come in to the site via that URL be advised it'll be turned off in the next few weeks). I promise to give out the new URL once it's moved (although I'll still accessible via http://everydaystranger.net and http://everydaystranger.eu), but I'm not quitting and I'll still be Helen of Everyday Stranger (Helen of Troy was already taken).
I'll be sans KWBY, though, that's for sure.
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Ok, going through something similar - though I didn't even realize it was the 4th until I wrote the day on my notepad at work. I'm feeling even more homesick now... I miss the corn on the cob and watermeleon.
Posted by: Hannah at July 04, 2007 08:55 AM (5w+E2)
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Actually I'll be at work today making double time and a half. No holiday for shelter workers.
Posted by: impossiblejane at July 04, 2007 10:27 AM (eihy3)
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I'm not American but I sympathise on being homesick when away from the familiar on holidays. However being South African, but born in the UK and now living in Australia, well my holidays are all confused anyway! Now I just miss those things that remind me of home, like YOU magazines, biltong and the smell of coal smoke on a cold morning.
I hope you get your BBQ tonight!
Posted by: Sarah at July 04, 2007 10:28 AM (/i+3p)
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It's not stupid at all. Why wouldn't you miss the very essence of the USA? I'll pop a beer for you today, Helen, and think of you and other Americans living abroad while I slice the watermelon.
Posted by: kenju at July 04, 2007 11:35 AM (DBvE5)
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I came to this site today expecting a post about July 4th. After all, you wouldn't be Helen if you didn't acknowledge the day. Though we're not doing anything special today (hubby is working), I'll definitely think of you when I watch the fireworks from my deck.
Posted by: minawolf at July 04, 2007 01:53 PM (Ysm6Z)
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I know exactly what you mean. I lived in the Philippines for two years and all my American holidays were lost to me for that time.
Posted by: Ernie E (from Flickr) at July 04, 2007 02:05 PM (ZfrqE)
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Hope you have a good day and yummy BBQ later. But I do have to say you live closer to the deep fried Mars bars than we do! 'Murricans haven't gone that far yet- except does the deep fried Twinkie count?
Posted by: kb at July 04, 2007 02:20 PM (FpAR+)
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We're getting ready for our 4th of july bash. The wife is in the kitchen making potato salad and deviled eggs. The beer is on ice, and the chicken is marinating for the grill later to along with the hot dogs & hamburgers.
I'll drink a toast to you, and anyone else who's far from home on this day.
Cheers!
~Easy
Posted by: ~Easy at July 04, 2007 02:25 PM (X+de8)
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Happy 4th Helen! I will be doing all those things, and thinking of you! I am still childlike and enjoy my holidays to the fullest! Take care
Posted by: Cheryl at July 04, 2007 02:35 PM (ofEMA)
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Happy Fourth to you, Helen! If it's any comfort, here in Dallas, it's probably going to rain today too. We'll be in somewhat the same boat. Literally in a boat if this flingin' flangin' rain doesn't stop soon....
Posted by: donna at July 04, 2007 02:55 PM (Kco5r)
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Today is day number 15 of rain in Austin, so it's an "off" 4th of July here too. Many of the surrounding cities have postponed or cancelled the fireworks displays tonight. And the holiday in the middle of the week makes it odd this year too. I'm dreaming off picnics and food on the grill as I sit inside and have pancakes for breakfast.
So sweet of Angus to change the picture on the computer and prepare BBQ for dinner. I hope you enjoy your 4th on the other side of the pond.
Posted by: sarah at July 04, 2007 02:59 PM (tHcG/)
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It's chilly and overcast here today in NJ. The evening showers may even cancel the fireworks!
I had some watermelon for breakfast - Just for YOU! Tonight it will be steak and corn and cabbage and apple slaw. Feel free to come on over.
Posted by: Terry at July 04, 2007 04:16 PM (A5s0y)
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Sunny and perfect here in Southern California, although the fireworks are likely to be few, due to the fire danger.... We're off to the beach for the evening.
Posted by: caltechgirl at July 04, 2007 05:17 PM (qPLLC)
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Happy 4th!
Brisket in the smoker and homemade potato salad chilling. Fireworks at dark.
Although I will think of you as I prepare homemade mac and cheese for my youngest boy who might secretly be related to you due to the amount he can consume in single sitting!
I thought something was going on with the site, it is now blocked from my work network and the error I get from the proxy is hideous! :-)
Posted by: steff at July 04, 2007 06:17 PM (ECxJF)
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We don't have any big plans this 4th. It falls in the middle of the work week, and while I have the rest of this week off, the Mr. does not. No bbqs or get togethers for us tonight. But I will think of you as we watch the fireworks, even if they're on TV
Posted by: geeky at July 04, 2007 06:26 PM (RX+qr)
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mmm, Jason's Deli.. muffaletta!
Posted by: Julie at July 04, 2007 06:28 PM (2Oqjr)
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It's not silly to be homesick on special days, good grief, give yourself a break, girl! I still can't get into today, being from Canada, but I'll take the day off on a Wednesday just the same.
Posted by: Donna at July 04, 2007 07:07 PM (lQSbL)
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Hardly surprising that you miss "home" on those days that have the best childhood memories.
Since I live in an apartment complex, Halloween tends to affect me in a similar way— I get all of one trick-or-treater and feel let down.
So
here's the best fireworks show I can do for you; click and have some fun!
Posted by: B. Durbin at July 04, 2007 07:25 PM (tie24)
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Happy 4th, babe!
I'll drink a beer for you at the baseball game. Two if it's pouring rain, which is beginning to look likely.
PS--I'd forgotten about Jason's Deli! A grad school hangout for me.
Posted by: BeachGirl at July 04, 2007 08:11 PM (RgeoX)
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I'm abroad for this 'un, too--the third Fourth I've had overseas. I spent it with friends and family, eating the closest approximation we could come up with to Georgia barbecue, drinking Margaritas (frozen), and playing dominoes.
I'm on month two of a summer in Albania, and I'll be back in the states before long. Not a long stretch, but not my first. It's funny, indeed, what we miss about home. Food comes up a lot, and to quote a colleague--"it's like sex: when you're not getting any, it's all you can talk about."
Posted by: Marian at July 04, 2007 09:55 PM (7ZiKm)
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Hmmmm...i can relate the homesickness part..but the 4th of july holiday is not what she use ta be. From my perspective it is getting goddamn annoying. The noise! the never ending fucking noise! this is going to sound bad, but most everything here is getting goddamn annoying. So I will celebrate by tossing some more carne asada on the grill slap it on a tortilla, fish the godamn beans out of the bottom of the weber kettle (you cant barbeque beans) and take a deep pull of my Dos Equis...
ahhhh burrrp!
happy 4th.
Posted by: j.m at July 05, 2007 05:16 AM (TsXw6)
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You miss America and America (at least this little corner of the digital part of it) misses you too. I already finished my beers for the day, but I'm dedicating one (belatedly) to you. Happy 4th, Helen.
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July 03, 2007
Scotland the Brave
Slight diversion while I try to get my head round the baby suggestions yesterday-a lot of them were very good, many of the products I can't get here but am looking at alternates, and although I can't find Boppys here, I bought myself a poseur Boppy wanna-be today, mostly because my hips are screaming in agony during the night as the weight of my stomach throws everything out of whack.
So, like...how about a Scotland recap?
'Cause I'm sure you're sick of clicking here and finding how stressed out I am. My stress might be osmotic, so soon you'll be stressed, as instead of moving over water my stress moves over pixels. It could happen.
Getting to Scotland from here is reasonably simple and incredibly cheap if you plan it in advance. Both Angus and I are huge, huge fans of the sleeper train from ScotRail, and if you check their page they have a little tiny link to something called Bargain Berths. If you play around with the dates, you can book an overnight sleeper train on the Bargain Berth for £19. Ordinarily, it costs you a few hundred pounds. Totally worth it to go through their exasperating website. The sleeper train is dead easy-get on the train in central London late at night, get off the train first thing in the morning in central Edinburgh/Glasgow/Aberdeen/Inverness wherever the hell you're going in Scotland. I took us to Fort William, as it's close to Oban, where the power station (and point of Angus' birthday present was.) From there, we would take various ferries about the Hebrides and the Isle of Skye.
You also sleep like a baby on the sleeper train. You rock gently with the movements of the train, I absolutely love it. Besides, there's something about waking up to the views of the Highlands on the train.
And even more spectacular was this, which we saw this from our seats on the train while downing our breakfast:
When we got off the train at Fort William, we picked up the hire car and drove to Oban, then out and about Loch Awe to Cruachan Power Station. We had a tour of the station by the most Scottish Scotsman I've ever met. I do ok with the Scotch accent, but I struggled with this guy, even wondering for a while why the tour guide kept talking about Lahore. What does a large city in Pakistan have to do with this power station? I wondered, as they bussed us into the mountain. I then cottoned to that "Lahore" was close to his pronounciation of "Loch Awe".
My Gaelic sucks.
We stayed overnight in a completely unremarkable B&B, remarkable only for The Most Uncomfortable Bed in The History of Medieval Beds. We had springs coming out of the bed, seriously. It was the one and only time either of us could think of a crappy hotel we'd ever stayed in Scotland in, and it will be the last.
We took the ferry then to the Isle of Mull, one of the Inner Hebrides.
On the way we passed one of my summer homes.
I wish, anyway.
The ferry was crowded and I was feeling a bit....naughty. I'm one of those pregnant women with a slightly insatiable horniness going on, so I decided to splurge on something that women do and men usually love.
I slid off my knickers in the ladies room and then quietly handed them to Angus when I rejoined him on the upper deck of the crowded ferry.
No lads, riddle me this-what's the correct thing you should reply when your randy lady slides her knickers into your coat pocket? Is it:
A) God you are the hottest thing on two legs.
B) You look after your own knickers, I don't want them.
C) Oh look - there's a Larus canus! Hang on!
There's a correct answer here, and it would be A. Not B. Which is what I got. But the boy did redeem himself by being very on and paying lots of attention to me in the car.
We drove around Mull, including the main village of Tobermory, which is a very cute, charming village known apparently because there's some kids show character here named Tobermory.
We spent the day on Mull, which was an amazing and beautiful place. We toured the Mull Highland Museum, which was very angry about the Clearances (as they should be, it was a dark time). But they kept saying the Highlanders would be back to claim the land someday, to which I thought: What Highlanders? The Clearances took place centuries ago, and continued for generations. Who is there to find to come back? There is evidence of the Clearances everywhere.
It was hotter than hell and we slept with the window open, which we later learned was a mistake.
The next morning it was warm but spookily misty.
And Mull was just as beautiful as you imagine Scotland will be.
All parts, even the sheep's ass.
We left Mull via ferry.
We drove along Glenfinnan forest. We got stopped by traffic wardens, who were diverting traffic around a film crew filming in Glenfinnan forest. We didn't know it at the time, but apparently it was production on the next Harry Potter film.
So close, and yet so far.
We took a ferry to the Isle of Skye, where we drove to the north of the island and stayed in an old baronial home. The innkeeper there told us that next weekend the hotel was booked with a number of "Hollywood types". Our second run in with the movies, we were intrigued and asked more.
"Oh I can't tell you who's staying here," the proprietress said demurely. But she did tell us the name of the film.
We drove to Portree, where over lunch I got out my Blackberry and googled the film.
"OH MY GOD!" I shrieked. I can be so American. "Do you know who is in that film?" I asked Angus.
He looked blank.
He really only know Jack Nicholson, every other Hollywood name seems to pass him by.
"It's McDreamy! McDREAMY! He's on this island! He's going to be in that hotel!"
Angus continued to look non-plussed.
"I liked him from Can't Buy Me Love! Who can say that? I had true fan love, and even tolerated his crap film!"
Most of Portree was roped off for more filming, which is of his new film Made of Honor.
We never saw McDreamy.
That's ok.
I'll still have Can't Buy Me Love.
We spent the day in Skye, then headed back to the mainland.
On our last day we saw that famous viaduct, which I have fond memories of.
It was a wonderful trip. I am so glad we went, it was relaxing, warm, wonderful, and we felt like a couple, which we both needed.
Someday, maybe I'll get to live in Scotland.
I think that'd be a little slice of heaven.
-H.
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Glad you enjoyed; sounds like a good trip. Scotland--particularly Skye--is one of my favorite places.
Posted by: Marian at July 03, 2007 04:21 PM (7ZiKm)
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How beautiful!
And I want that sheep for my very own. I will love it and pet it and then shear it. I could make some crazy great baby blankets out of that...
Posted by: Teresa at July 03, 2007 04:22 PM (HEmVx)
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I have such great memories of Skye. Next time you go, I highly recommend the dinner at the Rosemont Hotel. It wasn't particularly expensive and it was probably the best meal I ate there. I spent so much money in that town.
Good lord. I can't believe I'll be seeing all those green hills in less than five days!
Posted by: amy t. at July 03, 2007 04:28 PM (3dOTd)
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You are looking beautiful, as always. And so is Scotland. I'll indulge in a little bit of jealousy, and then get over it.
Posted by: Jen(aside) at July 03, 2007 04:51 PM (u973k)
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Great pictures, and you look absolutely wonderful!!
Well, how about a reverse osmosis of happines? Hey if stress can travel via microwaves and pixels, then happiness must travel faster.... it's lighter you know :-)
Posted by: Angela at July 03, 2007 05:59 PM (DGWM7)
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Didn't Mcdreamy play opposite of Reese Witherspoon in "Sweet Home Alabama"?
I love that movie. One of my favorite scenes... the proposal in Tiffany's. I know. Shallow, but still a girl can dream can't she?
Posted by: Angela at July 03, 2007 06:03 PM (DGWM7)
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I love your summer home...LOL. The photos and scenery are spectacular and the scenery beyond the sheep is magnificent!
Posted by: kenju at July 03, 2007 07:21 PM (DBvE5)
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Absolutely amazing photos. Thanks for sharing them!
The picture of you is beautiful, by the way - the way the light falls, your expression - very nice.
Posted by: Hannah at July 03, 2007 07:48 PM (lUH62)
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Angela-he was in that film. And I loved the film, even though I don't like Reese Witherspoon (it's her chin man, I can't get past it) and I think she chose the wrong man in the flick.
This is why I'm not a scriptwriter.
Posted by: Helen at July 03, 2007 09:08 PM (uG7tJ)
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Bah, EVERYONE likes Can't Buy Me Love! If you liked Patrick Dempsey in Loverboy, THEN I'll buy that you're a fan.
Posted by: Lindsay at July 03, 2007 09:25 PM (mHNC3)
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I can't get past Reese's chin either Helen. It bothers me further that my nickname is Reese-now I always picture her chin when my dad calls me that.
Posted by: Teresa at July 03, 2007 10:04 PM (QbSYX)
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The kid's show with the coloured houses is Balamory. You'll be singing the tune before you know it (we grew out of it some years ago, I don't even know if it's still showing)
Lovely place but the midges are out to kill in the summer (which is why we go early or late in the year)
Posted by: Caroline M at July 04, 2007 07:09 AM (x3QDi)
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looks like you had a lovely time. That's a gorgeous pic of you.
Another 'Can't Buy Me Love' filmfan here... sigh....
Posted by: Elisa at July 04, 2007 09:37 AM (AlPvn)
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McDreamy is dreamy no matter what crap movie he's in. He was also in an episode of Will and Grace. *sigh* Aham...anyway, lovely, lovely you and Scotland.
Posted by: Donna at July 04, 2007 07:00 PM (lQSbL)
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Patrick Dempsey will never top Loverboy.
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July 02, 2007
Delaying My Application for Mother of the Year
Thanks for the many comments on Friday. I may (regularly) feel like I'm losing my mind, and it's nice to know that if I do, I'll be taking a lot of you down with me.
So I've been emailing back and forth with Statia about a few things, and one of her emails started off innocuously enough, but it quickly denegrated into a "Bitch please, don't you know anything about parenting?" kind of email.
But it was not judgemental from her perspective.
It was me judging me.
(She wouldn't send me a judgey email like that, although she would be one of the few to be forgiven if she started an email with "You Dumb Whore". If she disapproved of something I think she'd try to quietly talk me in to an alternate method. This is why I love her. That, and because if I get an email from a friend with a picture of a really ugly baby I can send it to her and we'll talk about the fact that the baby, it's pretty ugly, and we won't be all shocked and convinced that the other person is going to hell. Which we both are, but that's beside the point.)
Statia's email simply listed a few baby things she wondered if I could get over there, because she recommends them highly.
I didn't know a single product on that list.
Not one.
Hence my Bitch, please admonitions to myself.
I was frantically Googling names of things that sounded, to me, like the name of a new band of Muppets. Itzbeen? Baby Papasan? Boppy? What the fuck, can I get a Grown-Up Name for 200, Alex? And when I looked them up they were great products, things that sounded fantastic.
And I feel really, really unprepared for all of this.
I hit 23 weeks of pregnancy this week. This is a big time, mostly because should I go into early labor (knock on wood I won't), the babies start to have a chance of surviving it. In three weeks' time, at 26 weeks, they'll be in bad shape for a while but have a high chance of survival and a low chance of motor development problems. My pregnancy has been racing by, and I'm hoping it keeps racing over the next few weeks, because once I hit 27 weeks or so, I'll be breathing easier.
But what this means is I'm entering the home stretch soon. Me and my 8.5 kilos worth of babies, uterus, and the inside paraphernalia that goes with babies (umbilical cord, blood volume, beer hat with dual straws) are all going to be meeting up shortly.
And I'm not ready.
Not a bit.
Angus and I decided not to go to antenatal classes because:
1) Angus has done all this before and knows how to do all the various baby things.
2) Neither of us could handle going and being with all the crunchy-granola mummies and their tummy-rubbing hubbies.
3) Neither of us could handle going and being with the twins' group of crunchy-granola mummies and their tummy-rubbing hubbies, especially since a number of them are likely to be from the same IVF clinic we went to.
4) I've seen a preview of the classes, and it's all about the natural labor, the breastfeeding, and the birthing pools. Twins rule the birthing pool out (which Helen would have ruled out anyway. I am not Flipper, goddammit. I do not birth in a pool.) Natural labor is out - I want drugs, and lots of them. Moreover as a twins' mom I have an 80% chance of a C-section anyway, so I'm just resigning myself to that being the likelihood. And I can't breastfeed as I had the radical breast reduction years ago and have no milk ducts. So I'd be in there feeling like the worst mommy in the world. All I need to do now is ensure their closets have lots of wire hangers and I'll be all set.
We have a wishlist, which I'll be posting shortly. It was a fraught thing, this wishlist, not only because there are so many choices (which bouncy chair do I want? This woman's baby hated it! This woman's baby loved it! What will my babies think? What if one hates it and one loves it?) but also because Angus falls along the lines of the Amish way of raising babies - they get a crib, car seat, stroller (pram), sleeper suits, bottles, diapers, and some wooden blocks. Everything else is a gimmick. I was told I don't need a diaper bag, the babies don't need many toys, and the bathtub I bought was unpopular as "you just hold them in the bath".
Now, I'm not big on lots of things, either. The idea of a load of baby things - most of which I have no experience of and don't even know if we'll be using - is overwhelming. I do have some lines drawn in the sand - I bought one baby swing and need to buy another, because I heard that the swings can at least buy you time to brush your teeth, to have a cup of coffee, or to weep silently in the hallway, all of which I imagine I'll need. I do also insist on a baby changing table because although Angus maintains you can change the baby on the floor, I'm looking at C-section Land, which means stitches, no bending, and general hell for about 6 weeks. He's agreed to those things, and he's also agreed we can have a glider chair. I was prepared to offer copious amounts of oral sex in exchange for my victories.
But when I look at baby catalogs, baby websites, baby stores, I get overwhelmed. Why do baby clothes come in such confusing sizes - over here we have early baby, tiny baby, newborn, and 0-3 months - what the fuck? Aren't they mostly the same thing? What size will my babies be? And for how long? Twins are smaller than singletons, but how much smaller? What the hell do I need? What don't I need? Is it really the austere path that Angus wants, or is the overwhelming path that his sister-in-law went (all brand new, all posh names, and one of everything, please) the way to go?
I'm hoping it's somewhere in between. I have a feeling I won't know until I get there, although once I'm there it's not like I'll be getting out of the house all the time, not with two infant babies. It's probably a good thing that he's sure we won't need much stuff, because my panic levels are rising and I'm sure I'd make some stupid purchases to try to help ease the angst.
And while we're on what I need and don't need, will I seriously need the entire fucking life raft of things they suggest I'll need when I go into the hospital to give birth? Seriously, the list reads like a "What to bring on a U.N. mission into Gambia" protocol. What the hell do mothers really need in the hospital? And I just found out last week that after giving birth, I'll be put into a gigantic room with three other new mothers...and our babies. Yes, that's right - unless your baby needs special care (SBCU or special baby care unit), there is no nursery here. It's called a crash course in motherhood right there, it'll be me, the twins (hoping they're not in the SBCU), three mothers, and their new babies, all in one giant room. Welcome to motherhood. You don't even get to eat the hospital pudding in peace.
Screw getting any rest in the hospital. It sounds like I'll be aching to go home and get some sleep.
I'm feeling a bit faint about everything, and I don't think it's the hormones.
As far as pregnancy goes, I shouldn't say this but...it's not like I thought it would be. I mean, it's hard to imagine how it's going to be if you've never had kids and suddenly you're baking a bun in the oven, let alone two, but it's not how I imagined it. The biggest thing that I didn't see coming?
God...this is hard to say....
Um....I'm not exactly in love with all the kicking that goes on inside.
I read comments and blog posts from other women who find it the very essence of the miracle of pregnancy. Most women seem to miss that single aspect of childbearing most once they've given birth, it's a connection that I think women acutely grieve once it's severed. And maybe I will miss it, too. Someday.
Don't get me wrong, I love knowing that they're alive and well in there, I really do. It's reassuring and comforting to know that they're moving around and are large enough to feel. I find it interesting to observe when they're active and when they're not - they went mad during the busy, noisy action scenes from the new Fantastic 4 movie I took Jeff to see (does that mean they like the noise? Hate it? Not sure.) They also went mad at the steam whistle from the train in Scotland. These observations amuse me and make me smile.
But it's not comfortable, this kicking. They're only almost 23 weeks, I have 13 more weeks of this to go, and the kicking, it's already cumbersome. What happens when they get larger, I wonder? One of the babies regularly nails my lungs, the other one takes my bladder to task, and I find myself doing that age-old motion of rubbing my stomach, like all pregnant women do, only I'm doing it to see if they'll calm down.
Shouldn't I be over the moon at the kicking? Shouldn't I find it symbolic and wonderful and a feeling to be cherished forever? Why am I not more enchanted with it? I absolutely love knowing that they're ok and healthy, that's for sure, but am I missing something with the whole "one with the movements of my unborn child" shtick?
Does this mean I'm going to be one of those mothers that doesn't bond well? If I don't feel like standing naked under a full moon rubbing my growing mound in joyous celebratory wonder and we're only to the kicking stage, does that mean I'll be one of those women in a shabby bathroom extinguishing the butt end of my cigarette in their forumla before shaking it up and serving it to them (and no I don't smoke, and never have done, I'm just saying)? When they're 4 years old and we're out of shredded wheat, will I just roll my eyes and offer up a bowl of torn-up egg carton pieces with a dash of Budweiser to add an element of sog? When my son is 18 years old, will I tell him that screw university, truly the only career option he has is to pursue a bit part in a travelling murder mystery troupe?
Yeah. So much to think about over here.
If anyone needs me, I'll be curled up in a fetal position at Babys 'R Us.
-H.
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I can tell you my wife felt the same way about the kicking. It was nice at first, then it got rather bothersome.
Posted by: Z. Hendirez at July 02, 2007 09:40 AM (otB//)
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I wasn´t going to comment much but... here I go.
Angus is right, you will be impressed by the amount of waste thats imposed on parents. But you will soon find out the essentials, trust me. As for the swing, personally we went for something more like this , with great sucess. In the first months they spend ALOT of time there, and its easy to just pick it up and take them with you thru the house. Your mileage may vary off course.
Its about having fun, trying not to make mistakes (but sometimes making some) and worrying. Love them? Really love them? You´re good to go.
You need a pair of these I think . Grin.
Those pregnant lessons where a nightmare for me. My wife liked them just so, because she learned some stuff and felt safer in knowledge. But it is always a pain. Better off asking someone you know.
One very important thing I found out about baby happiness, and therefore parent happiness too: clean their noses. Use baby saline solution (liters of the stuff), since they use dummies and can´t blow their noses its very big stuff. I hate doing it, but hey - kids are messy.
If I can do it - anyone can. Trust me.
Posted by: miguel at July 02, 2007 11:14 AM (8nQlg)
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After my kids were born I missed the kicking, but...
Mine always seemed to want to have play-time just as I was falling asleep. One night I was so exasperated, I wanted my husband to share in the joy, so I deposited my tummy right in the small of his back and waited for the baby to go to town. My husband woke up, "Get that thing offa me! I can't sleep when he's kicking me like that!!"
Well now you know how it feels, big boy!
You're right, the "right" amount of baby stuff will fall somewhere between Angus' basics and your sister-in-law's extreme. One thing I will say, the babies won't care about any of it! They just need you! I bathed my babies in the kitchen sink until they were about 5 or 6 mo. old. It was the right height to save my aching back, and you can get a better grip on their slippery bodies. You just have to clean the sink before and after.
It's normal to worry. I was lucky, I had plenty of experience with taking care of babies because my mother had twins when I was 10 years old. There was NO better training! Just think of what you'll be doing for Melissa and Jeff and their future children.
Posted by: Julie at July 02, 2007 11:45 AM (Smdiv)
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Deep breaths. I know, it sounds corny and "granola-y" but it really does help. Keep breathing and you'll get there.
Wow, sounds like you'll really be dumped into it. But think - once they're born, they won't kick you for a while. And once they're old enough to, I think you'll be doing fine with them. You're going to do great, I know you will, just give it some time.
And good for you that you have friends like Statia. They'll help make sure you don't lose your mind.
Posted by: Hannah at July 02, 2007 12:06 PM (5w+E2)
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Yes, the kicking is fun at first but when the baby(ies) get closer to full-term they will slow down because they are getting so big there won't be enough room. Then the kicking is replaced by this overwhelming feeling of fullness. You won't feel like eating or drinking or moving. Ah, the joys of pregnancy. It isn't all sunshine and rainbows and it's okay to bitch about it. Pregnancy is hard work.
I understand where Angus is coming from about all of the commercialism that goes along with having a baby. There is so much stuff that everyone says is a MUST HAVE and it turns out to be not so helpful.
I do have 2 items that I would strongly suggest getting. If you are going with disposable diapers, get a diaper genie. It will help keep that diaper smell down in the house. Second, the old fashioned, thick baby diapers make the absolute best burping towels. You can use dish towels too, but nothing soaks up the spit-up like those heavy cotton diapers. A friend of mine gave me a set of them that had pretty ribbon running down the sides (so they didn't look like diapers) and I used them for both of my kiddos.
You are right about the changing table. In the early months they are great. As they get older and more wiggly, I found the floor to be the best option because I didn't have to worry about them rolling off.
When I was getting ready for my first child I found myself going overboard on clothes. They grow so fast that if you overbuy you will find that they have grown out of the size before they have a chance to wear all of the clothes you bought! That happened to me with both of my kids. I would recommend buying lots of onsies (t-shirts that snap at the crotch --don't know if that is what they are called in England) and sleepers for the first 6 months. The pretty, fun outfits are great for a picture but not realistic for everyday wear.
Posted by: trainy at July 02, 2007 12:15 PM (vd8uz)
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See, I loved the kicking. It's the only thing I loved, but then again, I didn't have an extra set of arms and legs jabbing me in the colon, either. And I don't miss being pregnant at all.
Also, man, I've tried to hold a baby in the bath, sans tub. Two words. Slippery.bastards. Scares the shit out of me. But then, bathing a baby is my weird freak thing that scares me.
And they grow really fast, even if they're small, go with 0-3 as much as possible. They'll still outgrow the newborn stuff before you can blink.
Dude, you're going to do just fine. I have no doubt.
Posted by: statia at July 02, 2007 12:20 PM (lHsKN)
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The swing was an absolute lifesaver. When all else failed, I could usually get Peanut to sleep in it. He had one that rotated, so it could swing sideways or front-to-back. I was heartbroken when he outgrew it. The Boppy pillow was also great for propping him up during feedings.
We had very little stuff when he was unexpectedly born 6 weeks early, and honestly we were fine without. We didn't get a crib until he outgrew the bassinette.
Posted by: selzach at July 02, 2007 12:26 PM (F2AZE)
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So much baby stuff is wasted, yet so much of it is a lifesaver. The wasted stuff is usually stuff you buy or receive beforehand, the lifesaver stuff is usually the stuff you bought after the baby was here and you knew you needed it.
The Boppy and bouncy seat were losers in our house. The play mat was a winner. Some people swear a changing table is a waste of money but I couldn't imagine living without it. It's all a crapshoot really so I do think it's best to start with as little as possible.
I watched the classes on video and not going to the classes was my biggest regret since I turned out not to be prepared. Labor and birth was a huge nightmare for me. HUGE! I'm not sure the classes would have helped any more than the videos but I think I would try something else if I ever find myself in that situation again - maybe I'll get a doula.
As far as the kicking - my son never kicked. Just a twinge here and there. Every visit I was sure they wouldn't find a heartbeat yet they always did and didn't seem concerned that he didn't move. Turned out he was wrapped up in the cord that whole time. The moments after he was born were very quiet and tense. I would have rathered the kicking.
Posted by: paula at July 02, 2007 12:30 PM (FlZPw)
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I think this is where having a close relationship with your mom (or a mother figure you trust) is helpful.
Don't obsess about not bonding. I was so worried I wouldn't like my daughter - I really didn't like children, and wasn't sure I really even wanted to have a baby - but the minute she was born I totally fell in love - and we just figured everything out from there.
As to the baby stuff. When they're born - the most important things to have are crib sheets and onesies, baby gowns, and receving blankets. I breastfed, so bottles weren't as important to me until later, but yeah, you'll obviously need those. My daughter was absoultely happy in a baby seat, not a papasan or deluxe vibrating bouncer or whatever...other than that...just can't think of much we couldn't live without. Oh. Other than the pacifier. HAD to have the pacifer.
(And I do miss that I didn't do the prenatal classes, just to have done them. It was my only shot, so I'd have liked to...)
Posted by: Tracy at July 02, 2007 01:30 PM (zv3bS)
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I was just starting to write a post about being overwhelmed by all of the options in baby products. We went to Babies R Us for the first time yesterday and I quickly realized that if we buy everything that they have out these days we won't be able to eat!
I did find a good book though that narrows down what you really need and gives good recommendations. I'm almost halfway through it and I just got it yesterday -- it is full of lots of good info for those of us who really don't have a clue about a lot of the random things that are out there. It is Consumer Reports Best Baby Products book. I know it is available on Amazon.com.
Posted by: Jamie at July 02, 2007 01:50 PM (gr+/U)
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Don't overdo the clothes buying before they are born. Get lots of diapers and onesies and you'll soon learn what you need the most of. They grow so quickly that a lot of clothes are wasted anyway.
No one likes all the kicking and toward the end, you'll be bartering with the devil to be rid of it.
Twins don't necessarily mean C-section, at least not in the US. My daughter didn't have that.
99% of women bond as soon as they lay eyes on their babies, so don't worry about that. I'm sure you'll be fine, as will Angus, in the end.
Posted by: kenju at July 02, 2007 01:50 PM (DBvE5)
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I hated being pregnant. I often said during both of my pregnancies that if there was another way I could incubate them outside of my body I would. I felt horrible guilt for not enjoying what was going on, but for some reason I couldn't get behind the swollen legs, sore back, stretch marks, heartburn, nausea, dry and brittle hair, cracked skin, and general 'blah' I felt for nine months. In fact, my son kicked me so hard and often I thought he was going to come ripping out my stomach ala "Aliens". I love my babies, but I hated pregnancy.
And the baby stuff? I am way out of the loop because my youngest is almost 6, but yeah-get a few essentials (yes to the swing, for sure), some onsies (I imagine Statia is a god-send right now, she is hip to all this shit), and I agree-get some 0-3 months. That newborn stuf-especially the diapers-is for shit. With my first, everyone bought us all this "newborn" stuff (because it was the new thing), and it went from 0-9 pounds or something like that. She ended up being 9 1/2 pounds when she was delivered, and so all that newborn shit was completely useless. Chances are your babies might be on the small side, but you never know. And like Statia said-they grow like mad.
One bit of advice. Freeze up some dinners ahead of time. Especially if you do end up having a C-section it comes in really handy. I should have done it with my first, but didn't. I made sure I did with my second. And the C-section? Honestly, my first one was not bad at all. My second was worse, but I think because they cut through all the scar tissue and everything is already a mess, it just makes it worse. Of course, I only birthed singletons, so that is all I can speak of.
Feel free to email me. I 'bonded' (I hate that term, but for the life of me can't think of another appropiate term at the moment) right away with my kids-and I love them to death. Just because the pregnancy isn't all sunshine and roses doesn't have a damn thing to do with what you are going to feel for them once they are in your arms. You will constantly amaze yourself-I guarantee it.
Posted by: Teresa at July 02, 2007 01:57 PM (jLKHH)
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One brief story about the prenatal classes that I'll share with you:
The time to watch a movie of several different childbirths had come. I had seen such a movie during my human sexuality class, so I knew what was to come. Not so the 20-something guys and girls sitting around me and the missus. They saw the women in the film, grunting, moaning and straining, legs in stirrups. Still, the final result was as yet unknown. Then the first baby's head
pushed its way out of an opening that, quite frankly, was much smaller scant seconds before. The room filled with gasps of awe and horror from men and women alike. Being a smartass, I raised my hand and asked if we could be moved to the C-section class.
And now onto the baby stuff with which you are unfamiliar.
Helen, I was dead serious about some of us having a virtual baby shower for you. Virtual in the sense that none of us might physically be there, but quite real in the sense that we would bombard you with baby things that you can use, although I'm not certain how to get things to you. Add them to your wishlist on Amazon?
Hey, you said Babies-R-Us! I wasn't aware that it existed in the UK. Maybe you could register for stuff and let us buy them for you; I assume that they would either deliver or arrange for you to pick up gifts.
Please let me know. I, and I'm sure many others, would love to help celebrate the upcoming Lemonheads World Tour before it occurs.
Posted by: physics geek at July 02, 2007 01:58 PM (MT22W)
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OK. Some suggestions, but only because you asked.
Diaper Genie - You must have one of these. Trainy suggested this but it bears repeating, especially since you will not be breastfeeding and the poop will have an odor from the get-go. It will go a long way towards keeping the odors under control.
Baby swing - This will give you a moment to go to the restroom, unless they fall asleep in which case you'll have time to nap. Make sure you get a battery powered one.
Diaper bag - Definitely get one of these. Keep it with you, fully stocked with:
*Twice as many diapers as you think you'll need
*Powder,
Buttpaste, wipes, and snot sucker
*2 complete changes of clothing
*comfort snacks for you and the kids
Changing table - I think you should have one, especially with the probable C-section. The first year is hard enough. You will find it to be quite handy for the first few months, but you'll find that after about 6 months you won't be using it very often.
Clothes - Whatever you get, you will use eventually. Don't sweat the sizes on the label. Roll the legs and sleeves up if it's too big. However, avaoid anything that doesn't snap open for easy diaper changing.
All the rest of it is a crap shoot. There were some toys that my oldest one loved, and the younger one ignored. The reverse was also true.
Watch out for the "cute" toys that play electronic songs or make noise at the push of a button. They will quickly drive you insane(r). I advise you to remove the batteries ASAP. Or maybe give them to Adam's kids...
Posted by: ~Easy at July 02, 2007 02:10 PM (X+de8)
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You're a first time mom having twins. You've earned the right to be overwhelmed and frankly, scared shitless too. And I wouldn't enjoy a kick to the lungs or a squished bladder either!
Posted by: Heather at July 02, 2007 02:19 PM (s0rhn)
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I'm 28 weeks. This is my first child. I too was feeling overwhelmed with baby products. I have to agree with Jamie. I got the book "Consumer Reports Best Baby Products" from Amzaon. It has helped me a lot! It will at least point you in the right direction. Good luck!
Posted by: Ash at July 02, 2007 02:22 PM (KNaK6)
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You'll do fabulously. Really. A product suggestion: enjoying the babies of friends and family from the sidelines, I've noticed that bouncy seats - esp. those with battery operated vibrators that can be turned on if necessary - are helpful (and generally cheaper than swings).
Posted by: Suze at July 02, 2007 02:34 PM (0doyF)
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The kicking is a novelty that wore off quickly for me. In fact I often referred to my son (who I swore was the next Pele') as "the alien". Needless to say all those weeks of kicking, bruised ribs, name calling, and declarations of "get this baby out of me" have not affected my love for the boy. Even when he does the exact opposite of what I've asked him to do.
Posted by: cursingmama at July 02, 2007 02:37 PM (PoQfr)
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First off, I didn't read all the comments so I apologize if this has been repeated. Usually I comment like crap and end up not finding the right words, but you've struck a nerve this time.
First off, no need to panic. Who cares whether you know about all the baby products or not? People will give you things, some of which will be useful, others of which you will pass right along to (the British equivalent of) Value Village. You need a change table if you're having a C-section, and you've established that. At some point you will need something for the babies to chew on that isn't wooden blocks (sorry Angus) but for the first while they don't do much except sleep and poop and look at you for food. And they yell, they learn to do that pretty quickly. You may want to stick a soother/pacifier/whatever you call it into their mouths. I didn't have a swing and when I wanted to put the infant into something I used the car seat, but that's me.
The question you might want to ask yourself is, "What kind of person am I?" in other words, how do you treat your own life, what catches your eye? Are you surrounded by the latest gadgets, do you have to have the latest 'thing'? or are you fairly relaxed about your surroundings? Then you'll know what you need and what you don't.
For example, I was told ad infinitum that I needed a diaper genie, but since I didn't use disposables this was stupid. When I did use disposables I found that a small bucket with a good lid was fine, and that buying a special plastic thing with a handle and special plastic bags and all the rest totally went against my recycling sensibilities (I live in an area where disposable diapers are recycled but they weren't for the first kid). You also probably shouldn't use (read: buy and throw away) wipes on newborn bums, because they're really really irritating and quite frankly, getting yourself 20 baby facecloths that are reserved for bum-wiping work way better; a little warm water on a facecloth will get all the poop etc off a bum, and the child is less likely to get diaper rash. If you're out with the babies (face it, this isn't going to happen for a while) then wipes are okay, but otherwise I'd stay away from them until the kids have thicker skin.
Think about how you live. Imposing your lifestyle on your infants is not a crime (assuming your lifestyle doesn't include crime) and they won't learn to complain about how you do things for another five years or so. Haha.
As for the kicking and all that: I was totally ambivalent about pregnancy and about having a baby, and when people said, "Oh, aren't you excited?" I'd reply that no, quite frankly I don't have much feeling about it one way or another, and I'd like to drink please, and have my body back if that's okay, and in about 20 years I'd like my bloody life back also. So excited isn't the word I would use, no. Pissed off perhaps, and otherwise annoyed. The one great thing about pregnancy was that I had absolutely no arthritis symptoms, and for that I was eternally grateful.
Sorry I've gone on here. I probably should have emailed.
Posted by: Hilary at July 02, 2007 02:41 PM (uEmpv)
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I had a crash-course in baby paraphernalia, and, five years later, I'm still a little confused by all of the STUFF associated with infants. Most of the stuff that we were given or bought on our own Elizabeth never used, and I always felt badly when I'd give it off to someone else, thinking that they would probably never use it either...
I hated going to the one class that I had to go to when leaving the hospital with all of the granola mommies. I couldn't get Elizabeth to latch, so I was a Bad Mommy. I had an epidural, so I was a Bad Mommy. Bah.
Posted by: amber at July 02, 2007 02:51 PM (UVFtS)
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Most maternity units run ante natal classes which are not of the NCT crunch-granola variety. They cover stuff like infant first aid, changing, bathing, sterilising bottles etc. And they're much more into the epidurals, and not so much on the water births.
Posted by: anna at July 02, 2007 03:14 PM (HBypz)
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Based on my experiences observing my wife during her two pregnancies, you're just about normal. In other words your'e as screwed up as you're supposed to be!!!
I am definitely on the keep it simple side - particularly with clothes. Lots of onesies - avoid gender specific since you're having one of each. Beyond that, nothing with more than a few snaps between you and the diaper. Cute little outfits are for your benefit only - the babies really don't care they'll spit up all over them just as happily. Don't spend a lot of money on them - let friends and family do that for you!
One - or two - well stocked diaper bags are a must. Getting out the door will be challenge enough; having the basic essentials pre-packed and ready to go is beyond convenient. In addition to the diaper bags we also kept a small stash of diapers and wipes in each vehicle. (I also kept a handful of the large size ziplock freezerbags in the car and diaper bags because they seal tight and contain odors really well!)
Posted by: Stephen Macklin at July 02, 2007 03:29 PM (UquFN)
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Angus isn't really of the Amish mindset, or he wouldn't have a car seat. They hold their babies.
I didn't have time to read all the comments, so I may be repeating a bit.
I'm with Angus on the travel light mentality. Swings are helpful. A diaper bag is a must for us. You can load it with what you need and then don't have to worry about whether you have diapers, Balmex (a creamy salve to help with diaper rash), pacifiers, and extra clothes whenever you go out to the mall or to a park. But most of the other stuff is just gimmicks and can be done without.
There's something else here called Mylacon that helps alleviate gas. This is worth its weight in gold! And after a month or so, you'll
always want to have plenty of children's Tylenol and Children's Motrin on hand. That's something you don't want to be without when they get a fever. On a humorous note, I'm about to be a new dad for the 3rd time and haven't heard of any of those 3 products you named. : )
For thousands of years people have gotten by without most of the baby stuff we now have. Most of the new fangled things help make life a little easier but aren't worth the clutter they cause or what you pay for them IMO. I think you're right where you should be. You're concerned for your children and concerned whether you know enough. After the first week, you'll be a pro and back on track for the Mother of the Year award.
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Posted by: Solomon at July 02, 2007 03:53 PM (al5Ou)
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Okay, my two cents!
My son bruised my ribs when he was about 25 weeks. I really wasn't all that in love with all the kicking either. As far as the connection. I just had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that I no longer had to worry about my belly once I had him. And that he wasn't ALWAYS with me. I also had a hard time imagining he was inside of me when I was holding him.
As far as baby sizes. One of the things we did wrong is we got only sizes 0-3. Of course, then he came out weighing 6 pounds and we had to run to the store to buy newborn size. I'd definitely shop for newborn size and play it by the ear on the premmie size.
Posted by: minawolf at July 02, 2007 03:54 PM (Ysm6Z)
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Helen, I've watched my sister push out two kids in less than 18 months. One thing she did when my niece was on the way was go to a second hand retailer we have here in the states called "Once apon a Child", and to Goodwill in the Pish Poshy town of Scottsdale Az. At first I was taken aback at her buying second hand but most of the stuff she found was like brand new and some of the clothing still had tags on. Better to buy second hand then to watch it go into a landfill somewhere I guess.
Kids grow so damn fast in that first year that she never knows what size they will be in. My niece who is 6 months wears the 9-12 month clothes now.
Also, I know this is werid but she is a die hard Walmart (Asda) brand diaper person. She claims that when she used Pampers or Huggies the kid (my nephew) would bust right out of them. She also buys her formula (powdered) in bulk from Costco to save money....and trust me my BIL can make a nickle beg for mercy...they do save money.
Posted by: Heidi at July 02, 2007 04:10 PM (J4nGu)
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Physics Geek-unfortunately, Babies R Us don't do giftlists here. Very helpful. The only companies we've found that do giftlists really are Amazon.co.uk and Johnlewis.com, so we're going on both of those. It's frustrating. I'm also trying to figure out how to get a U.S. mailing address and I found a mail forwarding company recently which I'm researching in hopes it helps.
Posted by: Helen at July 02, 2007 04:29 PM (prbIf)
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When I had my baby I was the world's most unprepared mom. Seriously -- I didn't even have bottles when I brought him home from the hospital (and I didn't breast feed). I would walk through Babies R Us and think, "What the hell is that? And what would I use it for?" and then when I had an actual baby in the house, it all made sense. I know it's overwhelming and scary, but it all works out fine. When I would get overwhelmed, I would just remind myself that there are far dumber people than me who successfully raised kids, so I know it's possible.
Posted by: kitty at July 02, 2007 05:03 PM (Zl4mu)
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The babies will "need":
You
Angus
a place to sleep safely
diapers
formula
bottles
Love
You can get the rest as you go.
Oh and I'm like Uber-Mommy but I didn't even want children to start with. My ex had to talk me into it. I couldn't stand being around kids or babies before I had one. Probably from all the babysitting I did as a teenager, I got burnt out.
As a consequence of this previous attitude, I had more than one person (on my ex's side of the family, strangely enough ;-P) tell me to my
face that I was going to be a terrible mother, that I wouldn't "bond" etc. Christ, why are people so mean sometimes?
I was horribly hurt and worried before Lucy's birth and cried myself sick with fear.
Here's the thing; I did not *instantly* bond with either baby the moment I laid eyes on them. Sure, I was excited and I wanted to love them and I held them and cooed and did all the stuff you are supposed to do, but honest-to-god true motherly love for them took a little time. They grew on me as they grew.
You know? So don't freak out in the hospital if they dump the babies in your arms and everyone will be all breathless staring at you and you're waiting for this thunderbolt to strike you with overpowering baby!love and it doesn't happen exactly the way you might think it happens. Don't worry, it will.
If it does happen right then and there, great, but if it doesn't, don't worry. Takes time for some of us. Normal. Relax. It'll be okay, you'll see. {{{hugs}}}
Posted by: The other Amber at July 02, 2007 05:53 PM (zQE5D)
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I skipped almost all of the gear. Car seat was essential, and we had a co-sleeper. I didn't get a stroller till he was 6 months old, but with twins that is probably more essential. Really, I found that diapers were the only absolute essential (as will be bottles for you - I breastfed). Of course your mileage may vary, but most of the "essentials" are totally optional. I do think a swing and/or bouncy seat (or two) would be very handy with twins, but for the most part you might find that you prefer to wait till they get here and see what you need then, once you can gauge their personalities a bit and see what it is like living with newborns. It is different for everyone, so it stands to reason that different gear will be helpful to different families.
It occurs to me that I don't know if I've ever commented. Hi! I came here from Emily's blog years ago and lost track of you when Firefox wiped all my bookmarks. Just rediscovered you a few weeks ago and am thrilled about the Lemonheads!
Posted by: Annika at July 02, 2007 05:57 PM (zL2nn)
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If you have any questions that Statia can't answer (hey, I have two healthy kids), feel free to ask.
Kicking hurts. The first week or so is great, after that it is painful, and annoying. I still got kinda wistful when my kids kicked, but other times I was murderous. Like when I was sleeping. Or had a half-full bladder.
Bonding isn't some miraculous thing. With my son, I didn't bond for a year. He's fine now and I love him intensely. With my daughter I bonded right away. It's hard to bond when you are exhausted, tired, stressed, sleepy (notice a pattern?), you hurt, your feet hurt, you can't sleep, you are constantly hearing screaming (my son had colic), etc.
With my daughter - who slept through the night from the hospital on pretty much - it was a lot easier.
But you know what? Both kids love me. Both are happy. Both are healthy. Both are developmentally sound.
So don't worry if you don't bond right away. IF they are getting married, and you haven't bonded yet, THEN I'd say you have a problem.
Posted by: Jen(aside) at July 02, 2007 06:41 PM (u973k)
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Why get a changing table? I'd think that getting a nice flat dresser and putting a temporary rail on it would be a better option.
As for the kicking, heh. I'd always heard it as being amazing the first few times, but then degenerating to comments about football players with your internal organs being the ball. But then, instead of hearing from moms, I get that from stories about pregnant ladies by writers who have
been pregnant, so in the interests of the story they fon't soften it up.
Posted by: B. Durbin at July 02, 2007 06:43 PM (tie24)
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Your pregnancy is just that. YOUR pregnancy. It's not "right" or "wrong" to have the feelings you're having, either. They are YOURS.
I have a lot of the "gimmicks" but to be honest, it really isn't necessary. Hell, even a crib can be optional if you have a stubborn baby like mine who preferred his playpen. Honestly, if you want them - get them. If you don't - don't. It's all just stuff. If there is love and caring, (and lots of baby formula and diapers) all the rest of the stuff isn't important.
When he was little (and quite often still) I mostly bathed Babylove in what my mom would call a "spit" bath. I would lay him on a clean towel on the floor using a small basin of warm water and a washcloth and a squirt of baby bath. That way, no trying to hold onto a wiggly, slippery wet baby and - he's already on the floor, what's he gonna do, fall off the carpet? They don't NEED daily tub baths, anyway. You just want to make sure the folds of skin are clean and dry.
Finally, none of what you've said thus far makes you a "bad" anything. But one thing you most definitely are is a Mommy. It's YOUR pregnancy, they're YOUR babies, and YOUR feelings. You have a right to them.
You've certainly had quite a haul to get to this point.
Posted by: Margi at July 02, 2007 07:29 PM (9xp0M)
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P.S. I would buy a few t-shirts and stretchy suits a piece in a "preemie" size.
Your babies are likely to be very tiny. Too small for "regular" baby sizes, at first. Plus, like me, you'll have those TEENY TINY clothes for later, when they're toddling around the house and you'll marvel that they were EVER that small.
Posted by: Margi at July 02, 2007 07:31 PM (9xp0M)
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Ummm, no babies, so no advice from me, just wanted to say OF COURSE you're overwhelmed. Jesus, I'd think you were crazy if you weren't. BTW, I don't think you're crazy, no matter what you say.
Posted by: Donna at July 02, 2007 07:35 PM (lQSbL)
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P.P.S. (and then I'll shut up) That whole "bonding while the still-wet baby is laid on your tummy" can happen for some -- in my case, that flat-out wasn't the case. I love ALL THREE of my sons with all my heart but the first delivery was very difficult and I had multiple stitches, so he was taken to the nursery, first. With the second, I screamed "GET THIS KID OUTTA ME" and we bonded later in the hospital room, over orange juice and breastmilk when it was finally quiet; with the third, we bonded in the NICU. Each baby is different. Each Momma is different.
Posted by: Margi at July 02, 2007 07:37 PM (9xp0M)
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Dude, of course a lot of these things aren't necessary, however, if there's anything out there to make your life easier, with twins, then seriously, ebay is your friend. Yeah, you can get by without it, but if you're going to be a right mess, then do what you need to make your life easier for you.
Posted by: statia at July 02, 2007 11:29 PM (lHsKN)
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In the U.S, BabiesRUs is part of Amazon now. You might check Amazon UK to see if that's the case there too.
Diaper Genie...yes, yes, yes. Oh, and yes.
As for sleeping, we actually have a baby hammock. It's more of a floating cradle, keeps the kid in the slight upright position designed to keep reflux down, and keeps them on their back. X loved it, and if he hadn't grown so dang fast, we might have used it longer. Broke down into its own duffle bag for transport.
http://www.ambybaby.com/
http://www.amby-baby-europe.com/
Posted by: zhendirez at July 03, 2007 12:04 AM (otB//)
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Honestly, Boppys rock. I am not even a mom and I love 'em. They can be turned into fantastic lounging cushions when your kid grows past the stage. It would probably be one of the first things i'd buy other than a Bjorn sling.
Posted by: Dani at July 03, 2007 12:33 AM (DLBWZ)
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If you're determined not to buy a vibrating chair, try putting them in their carseats against the door of the dishwasher and running the pot cycle- works like a charm. My daughter used to fall asleep mid-shriek, arms suspended mid-flail, four seconds after the hot water kicked in. It was improbable.
As for the c-section, if you do have one, bring Colace, or it's Brit equivalents. Take lots. 'Nuff said.
Posted by: Allison at July 03, 2007 03:16 AM (3wiNs)
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Hospital was hell - there was no sleep. If mine wasn't wailing then someone else's was (there were six of us in there). As soon as I could get out I did, in my nightclothes with a coat over the top.
The good news - once it gets crowded in there then they don't have room to kick or punch so it doesn't go on for ever. You'll be surprised how much of the tat that they market as essential isn't, whatever you turn out to need that you don't have can be delivered. They don't need a big wardrobe, if you have a washer and a drier you can turn the clothes round as fast as they can poop on them and they grow fast at the start so things don't fit fast.
I wasn't a baby person, they're more interesting once they can hold up their end of a conversation (or more often, an arguement)
Posted by: Caroline M at July 03, 2007 10:38 AM (x3QDi)
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See this is where the advice gets confusing! I know that everyone seems to be recommending diaper genies. I am not even sure what they are called in the UK - we refered to them as those machines which turned nappies into poo sausages! We only had one baby, so fewer nappies, but I was adamant that our house wouldn't smell like baby poo. I admittedly didn't even have a baby's room, or a change table, we used a change mattress on our kitchen table (germ phobics panic here!) But I made sure all dirty nappies went into the rubbish bin which was emptied nightly outside into the wheelie bin. (not my job!) and sure enough, our house never had that lingering smell of baby shit. I borrowed a friends change table recently and even her fancy sausage machine smelt faintly of poo.
I guess its one of those things, you get one and you swear you could never have survived without it, you never had one and you will wonder why people make such a fuss.
I do however second the motion to buy a small amount of onesies, you might need long sleeves with poppers between the legs due to cooler weather and then as you littlies grow, you get what you need. And cloth nappies, excellent burp, sick, poo rags.. I had about 20 of those and about 4 gazillion muslin cloths from Mothercare... I am still using them today and my little one turns one on Friday EEEEK!
Posted by: Sarah at July 04, 2007 08:14 AM (/i+3p)
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Ha! Hilarious post. Being pregnant sucks bad. I totally suspect people who say otherwise of various things (lying being one of them). It's painful, annoying, unrewarding... a lot like motherhood itself actually.
Of course, you dont know what kind of mother I am so you cant say if my advice is any good but here it is anyway:
You will do fine.
C-sections are really not as bad as you think theyre gonna be. Every day you feel a bit better.
The whole "stuff" stuff - thing to do is just have cash (or a card) on hand. Twins or no, about 2 weeks after theyre born leave them home and go shopping for whatever you need that you dont have.
Seriously.
I have had the changing table and hardly ever used it. Both my kids loved the swing but some hate it.
One of the worst things about parenthood is that you can only learn by on-the-job-training what suits you and your children best.
Youre starting out with everything you'll need - intelligence, determination, a fierce will, love for them and a beginning of love for you, and enough money to get by. The rest is all about faking it. No matter what anyone else says. We are all faking it.
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June 29, 2007
I Needed the Calcium Anyway
France was good. But Calais, she is not a beautiful place (apologies if I'm offending anyone from Calais.) Calais is simply a port town where the boats and the Eurotunnel come in, and it's swimming with French people fed up with dealing with the English who've come there to buy alcohol. Angus, Jeff and I hit a shopping center where we stocked up on our favorites - good mustard, olive oil, chocolates, cheese (we went running into the cheese aisle, weeping with joy and love), and my favorite, a candy I call
Dragonballs.
Then we hit the liquor store.
Hard.
We bought 78 bottles of wine, 52 bottles of beer, and a bottle of very good single malt whiskey (Ballachulish, for those who like the nectar of life.)
Then we hopped a train home and unpacked it all. We went to bed and yesterday, despite our attempts to change his flight so he could stay longer, Jeff flew home (Scandinavian Airlines sucks. Has to be said.) We waved goodbye as he was escorted to the plane (he's underage so when he flies alone he takes the unaccompanied minor service, complete with the embarrassing neck pouch he has to wear) and now the house is quiet. We have a lot to do - work got neglected, emails need to be answered, the house looks like Martha Stewart's biggest fucking nightmare, and the project that Angus and Jeff have been working on - ripping out the diseased hedges in the front and building a fence - is only partly done because there's only so much you can do in the rain.
A lot has been going on. I realized the other night that I'm actually not doing too well - my hair continues to come out in chunks in the shower, to the point now where I'm actually worried I am losing too much hair. I've been downing Tums like the bottle may have a golden ticket to the Wonka factory in it. I thought it was all part of being the Lemonheads' personal transportation, but with the appearance of ass bleed the other night it appears that actually, my body is telling me it's pretty fucking stressed out.
I downloaded th Editors new album, and now I'm sitting in my study (the next room to be terrorized by Angus and Helen's Great Renovation Project of 2007) and think about everything I'm thinking and feeling.
It's all a little too big, even for someone whose shoulders are as broad as mine.
I've had a lot churning around inside of me, things that perpetrate the enormous mistakes I made when I was younger, as well as the mistakes that were made against me. I don't mean that in a "sobbing on Oprah's couch blaming my inability to hold down a job based on my father's alcoholism" kind of way, but mistakes in my life are common, and some of them are my own and some of them aren't. But I'm someone that doesn't like thinking about the past, I'd rather the past was just a bit of white noise while I change the channel to understand what's going on now. This applies to everything, from walking to school as a 6 year-old to loving Kim to those hot humid Texas summers where I looked up at the sky and wondered where it all went from here. All of those things are uncomfortable and lightly mocking. My mistakes tremble on the ground before me like hot coals.
The things bothering me are hot and varied. The incident with Melissa weighs on my mind, but it's safely on the "we can fix this" list. I think she and I can fix this, we just need to talk. I do also think a small part of it is adolescent hormones and turmoil, but I'm not dismissing the seriousness of her feelings because of that.
One of my current stresses is that Angus' ex is causing us huge issues. Her behavior and statements are well and truly out of control now. The night before Melissa had to go home last week, she got a message from her mother that she should take a cab from the airport, let herself inside the house, and her mother would see her in the morning. Her mother had a last minute trip to another country, so Melissa would be home alone.
All night long.
At age 14.
And this is much, much too uncomfortable for me. I remember being home alone at age 14 all night long. I would sit up in the living room and watch the same Betamax tape again and again and again. I would watch the door. I would listen for my sister, asleep in the other room. And I would wait. I hated it, and I'm not trying to project myself into Melissa's life, but I've got this to say - I'm not a mother. I don't know the first thing how hard it is to be a mother. I can't imagine being a divorced mother of two hoping to find something to raise you up out of the mundane sadness of needing something just for yourself.
But you don't leave your 14 year-old home alone all night long.
Ever.
And I may not be a mother but I call bullshit on that happening.
We couldn't change her flight, so off Melissa went. Angus phoned her constantly, to the point where Melissa was getting annoyed with the phone calls and she was just fine anyway, completely unphased by the whole thing. Angus was angry and upset that if there was an emergency, both of her parents were not only not nearby, they were both out of the goddamn country. And yes, we agree that there may be things occurring in the furute where an overnight alone may happen, but for God's sake arrange for some adult friend to come stay over or something.
Don't leave a kid alone all night, in the dark, wondering.
The ex has done a number of things lately to really fuck me off, but I won't go into them here. I really don't want her attacked on this blog, because it only tears Angus up, so I'm trying to be as neutral as possible.
We're all - Angus, his kids, and Angus' mother, brothers, and sisters-in-law, who all have contact with the ex-wife - tiptoeing around the ex right now because she hasn't been told about the babies yet. Angus has been discussing regularly with Melissa and Jeff as to when and how to tell her. He consults them because they're the ones who have to live with her. He consults with them because he wants to be sensitive to their needs and feelings. He consults with them because her reaction to our engagement was extremely negative, as you can imagine.
And when she finds out about the babies, we all have no doubt that it will be incredibly ugly.
But all three of them have agreed that she'll be told in the next few weeks. They've picked a specific damage-limitation time that is best for them. Angus will tell her himself, and then will be there for everyone in a supportive capacity. I think we're all pretty stressed out about it-Melissa, Jeff and Angus don't want to see her hurt. Angus and I worry about how she'll take it out on the kids and his family. And I worry that once more, the Lemonheads are something associated with great unhappiness.
Angus got a mail from his brother Adam two days ago that has further sent me into orbit. I like his brother, I really do, even when he's being a dick and telling me my unbaptized children will go to hell if they die. He's done this before, emailed and stepped in and tried to intervene on behalf of the family. He did it again, but this time he's wound me up no end.
In his email he pressured Angus to tell the ex now. Like, NOW. He further went on to say that he thinks the ex-wife will make it difficult for Angus to see Melissa and Jeff when she finds out, and that they have regular contact with her and get told all the details of the dramas in her life. Also? She may not be so cooperative in helping Angus with things like "doing the dirty laundry when the kids come back from visiting you".
THAT. That was the straw. That was the sentence.
I accept he has ultra-conservative views about marriage and the baptism of our babies. I accept that he and his wife have contact with the evil ex and don't defend Angus when she goes on an embellished rampage (she loves to bang on about money, and how she has none. Angus pays a huge sum of child support, plus buys clothes and extras for both the kids AND the ex-she sends over grocery requests every time they come over and he buys them for her and sends them back. If she's so upset about money, maybe she shouldn't have done things like buy a horse, spent a month's salary on a pedigree puppy, or, oh, I dunno, quit her job?) I accept that his family would love to know the details of the split-up from Angus, who (like me in my real life) is a very private person and doesn't talk about the details. I even accept that I am still painted as the Bride of Satan and Angus is, by extension, Satan.
But in saying that I would ever send his kids home with a suitcase of dirty clothes?
That's the fucking step too far.
It's not such a big deal, that statement. Dirty laundry, what a tiny thing to hit out on. But it's a monkier for the bigger picture, which is this: I'm not as good a mother as Angus' ex.
I know they think it. I know it. And it's not a competition or anything, but for Christ's sake, can you give a girl a chance here?
Lemme' clue you in on something here, Adam-NOT ONCE have Melissa and Jeff gone home with dirty clothes. They always return with their clothes freshly laundered and smelling like sun-fucking-dappled pools. Always. Have they shown up here with dirty clothes? You betcha'. More than once something they unpacked went straight into the washing machine (but I just think kids find laundry really boring and unimportant, I chalk it up to a kid thing, not a bad parenting thing.)
I may not be great at dusting. I may procrastinate at ironing clothes until the pile is registering for its own island status. But never, ever have those kids gone without care, love, and housekeeping while they've been here. And I will never leave my 14 year-old kid home alone all night.
I can accept that his family may view me as the flighty, mentally ill, unreliable soul that the ex wife paints me as, someone incapable of looking after Angus' children. And I do worry that I'm not being a good stepmother and that I won't be a good mother. If I wasn't worried, wouldn't that be a bad sign? Didn't Mommy Dearest run around thinking she was the bomb when it came to motherhood? Does that mean I should go get the toothbrushes and the wire hangers, will I be a good mother then?
You can call me a home wrecker.
You can label me as someone with psychological issues.
But don't you ever tell me that Angus' kids aren't looked after when they're here.
Angus very calmly and clearly spelled a lot of things out for his brother in a reply email, including defending our care of the children and the throw-away dirty laundry remark. He thanked him for his concern, but told him that he and his kids - the ones who are the biggest involved parties - are handling how to tell the ex-wife about the babies.
But this, along with many other enormous stresses, hangs over my head. When she finds out it's going to be very, very bad. I do actually wish that she didn't feel bad, but we all know it's coming.
Until it happens, I have Tums.
Tums, and my outrageous burning anger that will be addressed with Adam when I see him next weekend.
-H.
PS-if you do comment, please don't attack Angus' ex-wife. She is the mother of his kids, and attacks on her do give him conflict and I understand that. I discussed this post with him beforehand and he's ok with me posting it, so let's not pile on and have a go.
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Helen,
I got nothing except a long distance electronic hug for you. But you're one of the strongest persons that I've never met, so I know that you'll be fine.
Posted by: physics geek at June 29, 2007 11:59 AM (MT22W)
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First, how the hell did you get all those booze home? I'm looking at the picture of the boxes and going...wow... they must all be going to the gym to carry those suckers home!
Secondly, you are all in a tough situation.My best wishes to you all, I hope that the announcement doesn't go as bad as your all expecting... but I'm sending hugs to you all, and little rubs for the lemonheads anyway.
Posted by: Angela at June 29, 2007 12:12 PM (DGWM7)
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Angus has my sympathies for the tightrope he's walking in all of this. I'm gussing that's about a weeks worth of alcohol for him? *lol*
Criticism of your parenting skills is something that comes with the territory. In the end, the opinions of 5 people besides yourself are the only ones that matter. Every one else can go take a flying fuck.
I'm not sure you should even confront Adam. You won't change his mind. I think it might be more productive to just bang your head on a rock for 5 minutes.
Posted by: ~Easy at June 29, 2007 12:30 PM (X+de8)
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Yep, I think it's a good thing you're worried about being a good mom. Because of it, I think you'll do a great job. Everything will work out in the end, that's the way it goes.
Posted by: Hannah at June 29, 2007 12:38 PM (5w+E2)
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Angela - luckily, we have a 7 seater car. So 4 of the seats disappeared under a haze of rattling bottles!
Easy -
I think it might be more productive to just bang your head on a rock for 5 minutes.
That was the laugh I needed today. Thanks for that.
Posted by: Helen at June 29, 2007 12:43 PM (prbIf)
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This completely aside from what most of your post is about -- how do you get all of the lovely stuff you bought home?!
Posted by: Dotty at June 29, 2007 12:48 PM (KJE2B)
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Helen,
As someone who has the most wonderful stepmother anyone can imagine, and by the same token, a horrid stepfather, I can tell you that you became a mother the moment you let Angus's kids into your life. You've been a mother for that long. Never doubt that. And as Hannah said, the fact that you are worried about being a good mom is a sure sign of that. All four of those kiddies are lucky to have you.
Hugs to you! And I do hope things turn up better than you expect.
Posted by: Amanda at June 29, 2007 12:51 PM (ay+rD)
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The stress and hurt of this situation would have me over the edge, Helen.
Once upon a time, my therapist told me about "thank you for your opinion." It's her polite way of acknowledging another's right to talk, but not indicating that she will or will not do what another is suggesting - or continuing the conversation. Personally, I add a mental "now f- off and die" to the end of it
I do wish that others would keep their opinions and cracks to themselves, especially when they're uninformed.
So hard on all of you. I really hope this goes much better than forecasted and that the stress lightens. *hug*
Posted by: Opal at June 29, 2007 12:54 PM (Us7dd)
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To quote a good friend of mine, that shit is fucked up, yo. All of it. I hope you guys can get it somewhat sorted out soon, and that you are pleasantly surprised by a less-negative reaction from her than you expect.
And yes. If you weren't worried about being a parent, you would be doing something very very wrong.
Please take care of yourself & the babies, even if it does mean buying stock in GlaxoSmithKline.
Posted by: Sarah at June 29, 2007 01:11 PM (Mn4PC)
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Being a divorcee (remarried for over 27 years) I can so relate. I had two small children when we split and although the ex was a bit of bother and his parents were a huge pain in the backside, I still wouldn't let anyone say anything negative about him - especially in front of the kids. When my ex got re-married his new wife wanted children, and he didn't. She always resented that and never really warmed up to our children (which, of course, they could feel). She would post pictures all over their home of her nephew, but not ONE photo of our children. Finally, one year for Christmas I played the devils' advocate and had the kids give their dad nice framed photos of them. (Who said I played fair?)
At any rate, I admire the fact that you ARE trying to be civil - even to the point of considering her feelings on how and when to bring the babes into the mix. Good for you.
The brother-in-law? I hate people who give you the whole "kids are going to hell" thing... geez. Been down that road before, too.
Try to get some relaxation - take care of yourself. The little ones need you. Well, the big ones do too - you're such a good mom / step-mom. Really.
Posted by: sue at June 29, 2007 01:15 PM (WbfZD)
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I'm with you on avoiding the pile-on; although it feels good to be bitchy the ending result is that it hurts the kids. As someone who grew up with angry ex-wife issues hanging over the family (and still hanging over the family 30+ years later) I commend you for being strong enough not to stoke the fire.
No matter how it goes with the ex - the lemon heads are a blessing not only to you & your family but to the world. Keep that knowledge tucked in your heart.
Posted by: cursingmama at June 29, 2007 01:53 PM (PoQfr)
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Oh Helen, you are going to be such a good mother to your Lemonheads. Sift out all the crap and try to keep the positive karma flowing. Here: I'm sending you some 'good' right now....feel it?
Posted by: Marie at June 29, 2007 02:02 PM (v+Iku)
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Family can be hard-real hard. Like Easy said, your (or any mom's) parenting skills is always up to debate by everyone-the trick is to not let it get to you. Easier said then done, I know all too well....
And I swear to god if a picture of you wearing cold cream ,a turban, and holding a wire hanger pops up on 365, I want to let you know Social Services is on speed-dial.
Just sayin'.
Posted by: Teresa at June 29, 2007 02:14 PM (DROSH)
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This shit sucks.
That is all.
I'm thinking mean thoughts. I'm a child of divorced parents, too, so I'd like to think I'm allowed since I've gone through all this crap as a child.
Grr.
Good luck on figuring it out and reducing the Tums popping.
Posted by: Jen(aside) at June 29, 2007 02:43 PM (u973k)
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It's actually ok to bring that much crap with you on the train? Interesting. I'm guessing taxes are less over there? You can't get away with that crap over here, which I'm sure you know. I wouldn't want to buy booze in Canada anyways (other than to get the actual GOOD Molson) because of their taxes.
As for being home alone at 14, I'm not sure how I feel about it. It happened to me regularly, and I honestly had no problem with it. I enjoyed the freedom and never really got into any trouble, but everyone's mileage may vary. Taking a cab home from the airport though? Creepy. In the US at least, I wouldn't trust many of our local cabbies any further than you could throw them. My advice, talk to Melissa about it and see how she felt. If she really was ok with it, don't make a big deal. The worst things when I was a kid is when one of my sets of parents would make an issue out of something that just wasn't for me.
Big hugs to you girl, I know life is hard right now. Exs are hard and there's two sides to everything, and in the scheme of things, everyone is hurting, etc. One day maybe you'll look back at it all and laugh? I try to do that about my parents divorce. Sometimes I wish I could just send you some of the extra calm I have lying around. If anyone needs it, it's you!
Posted by: Dani at June 29, 2007 03:01 PM (OaLsK)
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Coming out of the shadows to, first of all, say how very much I enjoy your writing and your candid, humorous approach to making sense of this thing called life. Amazing how a complete stranger can feel like such a kindred spirit.
I don't know how you feel about astrology, but retrograde Mercury has been wreaking havoc on us all this month and many of the events of your life in the recent path correspond very closely with the effects of this celestial phenomenon (the churning up of your past, communication breakdowns, etc). I am sure that you can find oodles of explanations about this yourself, but here is one: http://astrologyzone.com/forecasts/monthly/aries_full.php.
No more lurking.
Kind wishes to you from across the pond.
Posted by: Gwyneth at June 29, 2007 03:34 PM (mSUnd)
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You and Angus and all four kids live in Fucktardland. Ugh. I've been there. Not a pretty place to visit.
Posted by: andria at June 29, 2007 03:49 PM (Oo4k1)
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Sweetie, all I can say is that I hope in a few years you'll be able to sit down with your wonderful boy and a good glass of wine and watch Melissa and Jeff playing with the Lemonheads and laugh loud and long over the anxieties you're feeling now. Wouldn't that be fun?
Posted by: caltechgirl at June 29, 2007 03:56 PM (qPLLC)
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I think the better you are at mothering her kids the worse she will think of you. It seems to work out that way in the law of balance. I hope she reacts to the news of the babies with acceptance and begins to realize that no matter how horrible she behaves toward you and Angus you are in it for the long haul. I very much hope she doesn't take it out on the kids. It would also be nice to hear she'd decided to become an independent thinking person and go out and get a job.
I am not one who would leave my 14 year old child home alone (worse still to have them come home to an empty house from a trip out of the country alone!) at all, especially not if I was away overnight out of the country. Wow. I do think it's a good idea to talk to Melissa and see if it bothered her as much as it would seem that it should. I can't imagine she would be comfortable with it, but I guess some children are much more independent and capable than others are. I would not have been comfortable in such a situation at 14, myself.
I hope you're able to get some sort of stress relief. Stress + hormones + assholish behavior is not a good combination and I'm sorry for all that is weighing down what should be a magical time for you all.
Posted by: Lisa at June 29, 2007 05:10 PM (e8V7B)
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Gotta say, the laundry thing never occurred to me. I'm probably speaking about something I know nothing about and should shut up now because my kids were grown when we divorced but I know me and I can just see me being the parent sending the kids home with dirty laundry sometimes and never thinking anything about it out of ignorance.
I remember my ex's now-ex-wife throwing a fit when she moved in with him (our old home together, since I left everything with him) because I had not picked up my silver tea set my grandmother had left me and it was badly in need of cleaning. She was flat out outraged by me not taking care of it. Honestly, I'd just forgotten about it, lol! I had other things on my mind at the time.
And as for leaving Melissa at home alone at 14 when you would have freaked out, yeah. I would have freaked out at 14 too; I was afraid of the dark and I would not have handled it well. However, I'll bet my Lucy would have sneered at all my fears just as Melissa did when you guys kept calling her and that's due to all that love and support she is getting from all sides. I get the impression that Jeff and Melissa are extremely well-adjusted and that's a tribute to you all.
As for the ex, if she chooses to be so difficult, oh well, that's her loss. And if she gets upset about the Lemonheads, it's her problem, not yours. Babies make the world go 'round; how can anyone have a problem with it? I'm a little in Angus' ex's position in that I recently found out he and his fiance are adopting a little boy and he will be a legal brother to Lucy and Ray. If that's what they want to do, that's *their* life, their choice. No business of mine, for one thing, and for another, there are far more important things to get torqued about than someone (*gasp*) having children or bringing more love into this world.
I could be all catty and shit and point out that he never pays attention to the kids he has already but what would good that do? Why cause strife? Why hurt him or anyone?
All that being said, however, I don't like my ex's new fiance and I've never even met her. Just based upon what I've heard. And I'm sure his fiance dislikes me just as much. I've heard the stories he's told everyone about our breakup to his family and friends, it's obviously biased in his favor so to them, I'm a huge selfish asshole bitch.
But to MY friends/family, my EX is the huge selfish asshole bastard.
And so it goes.
I have no point to make, really, just prattling, heh. You know, I keep seeing in movies these couples that split up and then everyone stays so friendly when they re-marry; they even all go rent cabins together or go on cruises together or whatever. One big happy family.
But I have NEVER witnessed that in real life. Nope, everyone pretty much pretends to get along for the sake of the kids, but most people just wish the wish the divorced partner would drop off the planet somehow, I think.
Well, at least I do sometimes, but I guess I'm horrible.
;-P
I'm glad you have the blog to vent on. And man, your vino/booze take looks awesome!
Sorry for the War & Peace comment but you know how I am. ;-P You know, I wish I could send you some of our wines and I totally would but the freight is OUTRAGEOUS to the UK! I sent some wine to a customer last year and it was well over $100 for just six bottles!
Love ya! Wish I knew a way to help with the hair thing but I lost my hair like crazy when I was pregnant. It all came back in though after the baby was born.
(okay, I'll stop, sorry)
Posted by: The other Amber at June 29, 2007 07:40 PM (zQE5D)
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I'm with Caltech girl!
Posted by: kenju at June 29, 2007 11:10 PM (DBvE5)
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I will just comment on the picture, you look fucking amazing, I love this picture! I look like that even when not pregnant!
Posted by: Cheryl at June 29, 2007 11:35 PM (ofEMA)
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Dude. If you were mentally well, how the hell would this steamy love affair work? HOW?
You know I was targeted by a certain person in my life and told in no uncertain terms that I wasn't going to love my son. Which was code for "you're going to be a shitty mother." I still carry that with me, but it's not some sort of reverse psychology thing that's projected on me. I am a fucking FANTASTIC mother. And not because I have to prove said person wrong. I am because it's what I want to be. And I am because I love that kid with every single ounce of everything that I am.
If there's one thing that you can let yourself relax on, it's others telling you that in their own passive aggressive way, you're going to suck at parenthood. Sure, you'll do stupid things, but you're going to be a fucking FANTASTIC mother too. And you've already got great practice. And you're doing something right if Melissa is reaching out to you the way she is. If there's one thing that you can let go of eating at you, it's definitely that.
Posted by: statia at June 30, 2007 03:03 AM (lHsKN)
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Hrm...you don't think his brother sent that email because maybe Angus's brother or his wife may have slipped up and accidentally already said something to the ex, do you?
Posted by: Tracy at June 30, 2007 04:34 AM (0rzA0)
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I wasn't thinking, literally, dirty laundry in their suitcases, I thought he was speaking metaphorically with that comment. Either way, it wasn't his business to say it, but family always thinks your business is their business. I totally agree that the better mother you are the more the Ex will resent you, putting her in a bad light in relation and all that, so there isn't one damn thing you can do to fix any of it. I'm sorry you have the Big Announcement hanging over your head, this should be joyous news to all and it realy sucks that she is making it otherwise.
Posted by: Donna at June 30, 2007 05:16 PM (lQSbL)
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Hi. I am worried about you, you seem so stressed out. Did you talk to your doctor? Are you seeing a therapist? While I am no specialist of divorce, you are doing a great job as a step-mother. I am sure the kids realize it. Try to ignore the Ex -- there is not much you can do about her. She is not going to change and become your friend. When I went through my reduction, which was certainly the worst time of my life, every one advised me to focus on the good thing: my baby. And it helped. Try to focus on the good things in your life Helen. You have found a loving mate, you have wonderful step children, and you have the Lemmonheads! OK, your house is not going to be featured in Great Homes, but you have found a place you love! OK, I know I am becoming preachy. THinking of you and the Lemmonheads
Posted by: marie-baguette at July 01, 2007 01:04 PM (BNqmF)
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I wish you could be swept, to be spoiled and lazy, away until the storm blows over, with your chocolate and cheese in hand!
Posted by: Steff at July 01, 2007 01:48 PM (ECxJF)
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There are more comments than I can read, so I may repeat what others have said--advance apologies. I have experienced the ex-wife saying things that are untrue, and I was so furious I wanted to spit. Unfortunately, it was the girls who repeated things to me, so I had to do the *no reaction while I seethe inwardly* thing.
That was one of the hardest days I've had as a stepmom. We know, and just remind yourself that she will never have a great opinion of you, and it doesn't matter. She is wrong, and you are a great stepmother. I have no doubt--even though all I know about you comes from this blog. Your love and concern for Jeff and Melissa is clear from what you write. Hang in there and keep doing what you know is right.
Posted by: sophie at July 01, 2007 07:32 PM (1HOa8)
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I'm with Tracy. As soon as I read about his brother insisting she be told NOW, I thought OMG - I think they've told her accidentally and have asked her to keep quiet until Angus officially tells her. Hope that's not the case! xx
Posted by: Flikka at July 01, 2007 11:35 PM (puvdD)
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I haven't read the other comments.
Helen, I worry constantly that should I someday get pregnant, that the evil bitch egg donor mother of my step-daughter will not take it well and that will be the kiss of death for my husband seeing his daughter.
I suspect hubby feels it to, and that's a contributing factor to him not wanting children with me.
Good luck, sweetie.
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June 27, 2007
Booze Cruise
So between the rain, the
new prime minister we're getting today who is the very definition of "charisma bypass", the fact that the lawn is so long I'm sure that any moment now an antelope or two will come springing out by the hammock, and the 4th of July party we're having next weekend (on the 7th of July, as you do when you don't live in your home country anymore and you can't inconvenience everyone to come over for a BBQ on a work day), Angus, Jeff and I are bunking off on a
booze cruise today.
Although technically we're taking the Euro Tunnel so it's not a cruise, it's a train. What does that make it - a rum run? Locomotive loot? Something equally trite?
I know it's trite and everyone does it, but we're off to France for an afternoon to buy alcohol and do a grocery run. Alcohol in France costs a fraction of what it does over here thanks to our good friend The Tax, and so we make one France run a year and the alcohol tends to last us for about 10-12 months. We're out of alcohol. It is time. Plus, it's an interesting diversion for the day, it gets us out of the way of the rain that's coming and we get to buy fabulous French Emmenthal, which makes my heart go pitter patter*.
So apologies for the short post, but computer time will continue to be limited until the little guy goes home tomorrow, and I've got some long ones coming after that.
-H.
* Yes I am allowed to eat Emmenthal. It's considered a safe one.
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Cool, as I am selfishly missing your updates! I also selfishly miss those booze runs to France, and stinky cheese. Not that the cheese here in Oz is any less stinky, but its the frenchness I miss!
Posted by: Sarah at June 27, 2007 11:45 AM (y1pJp)
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I really envy the ability to hop the train and end up in France! Wish I could do that.
Posted by: kenju at June 27, 2007 12:54 PM (DBvE5)
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Sounds like fun-have a great "run"!*
*I'm a poet and I didn't know it!
Damn!
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Posted by: Terry at June 27, 2007 08:01 PM (2nDll)
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Huh....must be nice to on a train for a quick jaunt to France...FRANCE!
A quick jaunt for me is a real exciting place with beautiful (vandilized) buildings...they call it Milwaukee Wisconsin, because you know...Chicago is way too close.
I hope you had fun!
Posted by: Heidi at June 27, 2007 08:45 PM (De/xT)
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I guess you'd have to JUMP on the train to take the jaunt.
Posted by: Heidi at June 27, 2007 08:47 PM (De/xT)
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Terry- it is cheese. Swiss, I believe. It's great for fondues. And, I am now jealous because I am stuck in Texas, where the cheese is BLAH.
Helen, why would you not be able to eat it? At the beginning of this pregnancy, I was told not to eat soft cheeses. Isn't emmenthal a hard cheese?
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June 26, 2007
Revelations
Last summer, it was the
record heatwave and
draught.
This summer it's record rainfall (yesterday most of England got a month's rainfall in one day) and flooding, and it's not stopping any time soon. The depression and blues over the cold, dark dampness is overwhelming.
What's next? Locusts?
-H.
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Don't give anybody any ideas, Heleen!
But who knows, this is getting very weird..
Posted by: Hannah at June 26, 2007 08:12 AM (5w+E2)
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Whoops, read that comment of mine and realized it could be misconstrued. I meant, don't be putting ideas into any horsemans' heads.
Posted by: Hannah at June 26, 2007 08:14 AM (5w+E2)
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With record rainfall, I think the next plague might be frogs.
Posted by: Solomon at June 26, 2007 11:46 AM (al5Ou)
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We have the opposite problem here. With temps in the 90s, little rain, and the grass dying already, I can't imagine what it's going to be like come August.
Posted by: geeky at June 26, 2007 01:25 PM (ziVl9)
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Good gracious, I think your Catholic background is peeking out...
Over here we've had a bit of rain too. Huge thunderstorms, lots of tornados. Freaking_me_out. I'm going to install a bomb shelter in my basement, I think. ;0)
Posted by: Jen(aside) at June 26, 2007 01:50 PM (u973k)
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Okay. If you get locusts, call Linda Blair as soon as possible. She's a good locust and can wave her arm the right way so that they calm down and go their merry way out of your space. But don't go mentioning Bazouzou--that mo'fucka ain't nothing but trouble.
(Here's hoping you've seen The Excorcist 2!)
Posted by: Ms. Pants at June 26, 2007 02:22 PM (+p4Zf)
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Oh Helen, that really sucks. I feel for you. I have literally gone bat-shit crazy during periods of no sun/rain. Why I continue to live in Michigan is beyond me. Oh yeah-if I wait five minutes the weather will change.
You haven't seen four dudes on horses have you?
Posted by: Teresa at June 26, 2007 02:34 PM (qaRuL)
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That sucks. Seems like it's always one way or the other, there's no in between. We have the drought going on right now.
Posted by: Erin at June 26, 2007 03:35 PM (VkeXi)
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Send it over here; we are having a drought and it has been 90+ everyday for at least 2 weeks.
Posted by: kenju at June 26, 2007 06:30 PM (DBvE5)
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maybe you shouldn't say that so loud...
Posted by: sue at June 26, 2007 06:37 PM (WbfZD)
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Nah, it won't be locusts, because they drown in constant rain. You need a particular set of weather conditions to get a lot of grasshoppers, and a lot of grasshoppers to get locusts. Incidentally, plowing fields tends to kill off large numbers of grasshoppers, which is why you don't hear about plagues of locusts as much as you did in, say, the time of the Little House On the Prairie books.
Frogs, though, are a distinct possibility.
Posted by: B. Durbin at June 26, 2007 09:48 PM (tie24)
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It's been raining like crazy in Texas too. Dallas is having all kinds of flooding problems. It's humid as mother fucking hell. I'm seriously putting my deodorant to a test.
Posted by: girl at June 27, 2007 12:01 AM (ze/Cn)
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"What's next? Locusts?"
Baby Caa-Caa and 2AM feedings?
Posted by: LarryConley at June 27, 2007 03:24 AM (ZvN01)
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I'd take locusts over baby caa-caa.
But right now I'd just be glad to get the baby. The Super-model is 2 days into overtime. She was due on Monday. Just a typical Solomon: Angel1 was 12 days late, and Angel2 was 3 days late. Angel3/Devil1 (yet to be determined) is following in his sisters' footsteps.
At least we have cell phones now. When Angel1 & 2 were born 10 & 12 years ago, I didn't even have a pager. We were on red alert for nearly 4 weeks with Angel1 & 2.5 weeks with Angel2. That's annoying for everyone...except the baby.
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June 25, 2007
Hello, My Role Is _______
A lot's been going on over here. Not just the run of the mill, "wow, we've been fiercely arguing about our upcoming babies AND our beloved cat just died", that's just the foreground. In the background we also have garden landscaping we're doing, the architect's extension blueprints have arrived and we are agreeing draft plans, we've our finances to sort out, and it has been raining every goddamn day since early May, to the point now where the depression in our home is mighty and the flowers are literally rotting in their flower pots outside. Add a dose of Maggie entering depression (we're doing all we can to love on her), Gorby punctured his leg and needed care (I worry that any day now the RSPCA will show up and take him and Maggie away, it's just that kind of month) and the fact that Angus' kids have been here for a week (Jeff is still here for this week while Melissa's gone off to horse camp in Sweden now) and it's been a doozy.
So yeah. I've been pretty quiet, but that's only because not only can I not get access to the PC, but also because I'm frankly overwhelmed.
Melissa and Jeff are good kids. I honestly and truly love them a lot, except at 7:00 in the morning when Jeff wakes up at 10,000 mph and the house becomes a haze of noise. Then I love him a little bit less, at least until I've had a cup of coffee. The biggest problem is that they don't really get along, to the point where it makes our teeth grind and one understands why some animals eat their young. When they get into one of their moods they become so incredibly difficult that it makes me want to board a plane to somewhere, anywhere. I hear Kazakhstan is nice this time of year.
Last week we had a wobble in our household. Unusually, it wasn't had by myself or Angus. It was had by Melissa. Last Wednesday the household was up until about 2:00 am as she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Angus handled it and I came and went with water, Tylenol, stuffed animals, and hugs.
Melissa's complaint was this: she doesn't feel part of the household. Or more specifically, she doesn't feel like she has a place where she really belongs. Being half-Swedish and half-English and living mostly in Sweden, with one weekend a month in England, makes it not easy to reconcile where she needs to be. Is she Swedish? Is she English? Is it disloyal to like one more than the other?
Back in Sweden she and Jeff have a room of her own, they have a horse, a rabbit, birds, a dog and schoolfriends. They basically live on the money Angus sends them monthly (see: ex-wife decided to stop working. See also: I'd love to complain about this but feel it's not fair to Angus, who is the one who has to support two households.) which is much more than the requirement by law but means that there's little money for extras. But Melissa says that the home they live in there is like a museum - their mother won't let them touch things, it's not a "lived-in" house. Considering at any given moment Angus and I have a project on, need to vacuum the house, and have a piece of crap furniture we haven't gotten around to replacing yet (long live Ikea), apparently our home is much more "cozy and comfortable". I take that as a compliment. I think it is one.
But the extension isn't built yet, so Melissa's bedroom doubles as a guest room. Jeff's room doubles as Angus' study. There is simply no other alternative to this, and in fact once the extension is done her room will still have to be the guest room. The truth is the guest room has been used about five times in the year we've lived here, we always make it back up for her, but because she's only here one weekend a month and space is at a premium, this is likely the way it's going to have to be.
I heard some of the problem through the walls. Some of Melissa's complaints I understand - she isn't a part of the decision-making when it comes to purchases for the home. I struggle with that one a bit, because I think that while the input of the kids is good, the decision should ultimately be up to the ones who pay the bills. But I see where she's coming from on that one. She wants to hang pictures up and decorate, which we haven't really done as the majority of the house is temporary until the extension is done, but once again I see her point. She wants to know our neighbors and our bosses. A key one is that she wants to see my Dad and stepmom, whom she calls her grandparents now, whom she's not yet met (we're working on that one) but speaks to on email and Skype, and I see those points too-how can you have grandparents you love but have never met?
She's seen how my relationship is with the other half of my family and she's terrified that will happen to her, too.
I can see that she and I need to have a quiet talk coming up.
Some parts I struggle with. She wants to speak better English but doesn't want "Helen's American speech to ruin her English". I try hard not to take that personally, to just understand it's part of what's affecting her - Americans are unpopular with her mother. I am even more so. I can see why she wants to ensure that her speech isn't peppered with Americanisms, even though I'm getting pretty sick and fucking tired of being made fun of for the way I talk, even so-called light banter can get to be too much. She wants to be a part of all of the decorating of the home, but I feel in some ways that since she doesn't live here and is going off to school in three years, that we should have free reign to decorate the house as we're the ones living here. As long as we don't mark off the house with pentograms and chicken heads, it should be ok, and she has creative control over her bedroom (unless she wants to paint it orange. Then I'm going to try to intervene. Any color but orange.)
But one big complaint struck home with me, and I feel pretty mixed up.
One of her complaints is that she's crazy about me and wants me to be a mother to her, but I don't do mother-type things with her.
That one broke my heart.
Mostly because it was true.
It's true, I don't treat her like a daughter. I didn't want to, I didn't want to overstep my bounds. Her parents' divorce was a hard and difficult thing on the kids, something which has had severe impacts on them in large ways - Melissa walks a diplomatic battlefield, Jeff is a hypochondriac - and the idea that anything I could say or do might add to that fills me with terror. Although we hear plenty of bad things that get said about us, both Angus and I never, ever say derogatory things about the ex, even when I am/we are furious about her behavior. I'm not saying this to make us look like saints. I'm saying this because we both know what it's like to be caught in the middle of the ugliest tug-of-war known to man, we don't want to tighten the rope any more than it already is.
I don't treat Melissa like a daughter, even though I love her like one. She is a Daddy's girl through and through, and I didn't want her to think I was coming in and usurping her mother or trying to take away her father, I didn't want her to think of me as a threat or a challenge or some domineering bitch who wrecked a family and then tried to replace her mum. I wanted to be the non-threatening person on the sidelines. I wanted to be the friend.
She sees me not being a mother figure as a sign I won't love her as much as I'll love the twins.
In wanting to not overstep the bounds I undershot the mark and wound up hurting her.
I feel terrible.
Of course I love her. Of course I think of her as a daughter. I want to talk to her about school and boys, I want to tell her to put her dirty dishes in the dishwasher, I want to tell her to not speak to her father like that, please (sometimes when he asks her to stop picking on her brother she says "No!" back to Angus. It drives me fucking crazy when that happens, I'm of the old-fashioned "children do not tell their parents 'no'" party.) I want to watch films with her and lecture her to please tidy up and talk about history with her and travel with her.
Both Angus and I come from step-parent families, and both of us struggled with our step-parents. I was so eager to not make the same mistakes that I made all new ones. I don't phone up the kids to talk to them, and that hurts them. Although I tell them goodnight when they're here, I don't tuck them in like their dad does because I thought it was a special ritual they had only with their dad. I do tend to overdo taking care of meals and such, but I do that regardless of if they're here or not.
She felt left out. The upcoming babies are almost certainly not helping, and we will redouble our efforts to reassure Melissa and Jeff and make them feel secure and well-loved. I know how badly it felt to be so unsettled, to not belong, to feel like a stranger in a strange family and to feel like there was someone else who took emotional precedence. I would do anything to not have Melissa feel that way.
On Thursday I had to go to London for a customer meeting, one I simply couldn't miss. Melissa was taking a lunchtime flight home and I wouldn't be going with Angus to take her to the airport. As I put my things into my briefcase, I looked at her while she surfed the computer.
"I know we need to talk," I say hesitantly. "And we will. When we pick you guys up in Glasgow in a month, you and I will sit down and talk, ok?" And we shall. I'll tell her my background, why there's no chance in hell that what happened to my family will happen with her, and why it seems I am not interested in being a mother to her.
She nods, looking at me.
I smile at her. "I love you, you know. I'm going to miss you."
She reaches out and we hug. "I love you too," she says.
"I haven't answered you on Skype because I thought you wanted to talk to your Daddy only," I say. "How about this-I'd love to talk to you, and if you want to Skype and talk to me, what if you sent me some kind of coded chat message? Like, 'Dogs barking, can't fly without umbrella?' kind of thing? Then I'll know you want to talk to me and I'll be happy to call you."
She brightens. "That'll be cool!"
And I will find some way, with her, to walk that fragile tightrope of treating her like a daughter without disrespecting her mother.
-H.
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I am continually in awe of your insight and sensitivity when it comes Angus' kids. I have been a reader for a long time now, about 3 years I think and I think its wonderful how your relationship has grown and changed. I remember you writing about your trip to Hawaii I think it was and saying how afraid you felt that these children might end up disliking you because children can be like that sometimes. I just wanted to commend you, I know I am a random stranger in the computer but what you are doing is such a tough job and I think you are definitely qualified for it! Its hard putting everyone else ahead of yourself, I hope you get some downtime soon.....
Posted by: Sarah at June 25, 2007 09:47 AM (y1pJp)
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You are walking a tight rope, but the fact that you make an effort is evident. It easily could have gone the other way, as kids can some times be hot then cold.... you could have been calling or interjecting and she could have found you the evil step mom.
You do the best you can. Good for you for consoling her before she left, at least she'll know that she can talk to you and that you want to spend time with her.
Good job mum.
Posted by: Angela at June 25, 2007 11:50 AM (DGWM7)
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*heh*
"Dogs barking. Can't fly without umbrella"
Sheer genius.
Things will be OK. It sounds like the kids both love you very much, and from what you've said I think you're handling things just fine.
Here's the really scary part. Everything that you've learned about childreaering from dealing with Jeff & Melissa will go right out the window with the twins. Kids are all different, and there's no owner's manual.
PS-
The moon is full. Bring a life jacket.
Posted by: ~Easy at June 25, 2007 12:08 PM (X+de8)
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Oh goodness, Helen, I am so with you on this.
My step-daughter is 10. And the egg donor has many times in the past expressed displeasure with me, because, frankly, step-daughter would rather be with me and her dad than with the egg donor and the moron she married.
Egg donor sent step-daughter to Colombia for the summer. Step-daughter is miserable down there. She updated her blog yesterday, and I was very amused when she wrote that the first thing she wants to eat when she comes home is something I cook for her. Inside, I was thinking, "In your face, egg donor!"
It's hard to be a parent while trying not to overstep boundaries and irritate the biological parent.
Hang in there, honey. Sounds like you're taking the right steps.
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at June 25, 2007 01:22 PM (+MvHD)
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Being a step-parent is probably the most difficult thing I've tried to do and I really have failed miserably. In trying to walk that line between 'mom' and outsider, I've only succeeded in pushing them away. Even now, I find myself incapable of advising or nagging... or... there's an entire list.
The girls, all grown now, are more like friends I hold at arm's length than daughters.
Trust me; YOU are doing a superb job as a step mom!
Posted by: pam at June 25, 2007 01:35 PM (l6NIn)
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No one can blame you for how you've acted with the kids. Chances are it was going to go one way or the other. Either they'd resent your intrusion or feel a bit hurt at your standing off. I think this way is a bit better you know? Better to want something and not have it than to have something and resent the hell out of it. And honestly, it's probably BEACAUSE you have tried to be respectful and stand back that she now loves you so much. You gave her the space she needed and now she's letting you know she's ready to close the gap. She's old enough to understand when you explain to her why you've stood back and now can help mold the relationship she wants.
I applaud you for being such a good mother to them and think this is a wonderful thing!
Posted by: donna at June 25, 2007 01:36 PM (Kco5r)
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You don't need advice, as you have a handle on the problem. You really are in a catch 22 situation with Melissa, and I understand completely your not wanting to usurp her mother's place. You're damned if you do and damned if you don't - and her hormones probably play a part in all of it as well. My daughter has a similar situation with her 3 step-sons, but they live with her, so it is easier in a way.
I suspect that when you sit down to talk to her, you will be able to explain it in a way that she will accept - and see that you really do love her - but you do have to walk a tightrope in the way that you show it.
Brothers and sisters rarely get along well until they are grown, and even then they might not. I sense that Melissa feels powerless in her mother's home and in yours. That is hard for a young girl, even when she lives in an intact family home. She will probably grow out of that soon. I wish you luck with her and with your other problems, but as intelligent and introspective as you are - I also have no doubt you can get through it all.
Posted by: kenju at June 25, 2007 01:40 PM (DBvE5)
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i understand that tightrope walk more than you know (step-monster, here). all you can do is take your cues from the kids, and what they want from you. and sometimes it's hard as hell to know what that is. and sometimes their mom will get pissed when the kids want to spend time with you. that's just the way it is. but i wish you a thick skin when it comes to their mom, and i hope you find that line that works for you.
and if you want to talk about it sometime, let me know.
Posted by: becky at June 25, 2007 02:28 PM (jv5jW)
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i understand that tightrope walk more than you know (step-monster, here). all you can do is take your cues from the kids, and what they want from you. and sometimes it's hard as hell to know what that is. and sometimes their mom will get pissed when the kids want to spend time with you. that's just the way it is. but i wish you a thick skin when it comes to their mom, and i hope you find that line that works for you.
and if you want to talk about it sometime, let me know.
(sorry if this multiple posts. mu.nu is saying there's a problem with comments.)
Posted by: becky at June 25, 2007 02:39 PM (jv5jW)
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Oh my goodness. I was rolling right along, coming up with words of advice from one step-parent to another, reminders that parenting relationships evolve and develop on their own and that there was no way to tell a few years ago (seriously - a few YEARS already?) how things would be right now, etcetera, etcetera... then I got to the part about a secret code. It's genius - shoots everything I was going to say right in the butt and makes it completely irrelevant. You so totally have a handle on this step-parenting thing you don't need a single bit of advice from anyone. Go you. Awesome.
Posted by: Lisa at June 25, 2007 04:11 PM (e8V7B)
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These things you have set to blogdom here, you need to tell her. Tell her exactly these things, that in trying not to overstep you undershot. Tell her all of it, and she may understand. You have done a great job of explaining it here and will do a fine job when talking with her.
You are a fabulous step-"parent". Jeff, Melissa and soon the twins are all lucky to have you!
Posted by: oddybobo at June 25, 2007 04:20 PM (mZfwW)
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Seems like a replay of my daughter's teenage years. I think it's just the age. You're doing what you can, so be good to yourself!
Posted by: Annette at June 25, 2007 04:53 PM (sWBD+)
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Helen, I first emailed you however long ago before I even started my blog about your relationship with Melissa. You had written a beautiful, touching post about how you wanted to be there for her for many things, but that there were things that were better for a Mother. I was amazed at your insight then, as I am now. I guess it seems that perhaps you are indeed a Mother and not just a stepmother. What an accomplishment. The way she describes her house combined with the way you describe her mother make it clear why she wants to have you.
You haven't done it wrong, just not the way that was best for her. It seems a huge part of parenting is adapting and changing in response to what the kids indicate they need. And you have done that beautifully. Hang in there, Melissa and Jeff are lucky to have you.
Posted by: sophie at June 25, 2007 05:50 PM (1HOa8)
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Don't feel terrible, please. I look back now on all the times I felt terrible as a mom, or as a future MIL to my son's fiance, and I realize...it did no good. (This doesn't keep me from continuing to feel terrible on occasion but it does allow me to tell *others* not to feel terrible, hehehe...)
It'll all work out. You'll see.
I have to say, I sympathize with Melissa having a mom who's super-anal about the house. My mom turned into that kind of person after she married my stepdad. I wasn't allowed to decorate my own room, or even go INTO our kitchen to make a damn sandwich. Very constricting. Good for you that you guys are trying to make up for that.
Just keep loving her. Kids can never have *too many* people to love them, as you know. Love the secret password idea.
Posted by: The other Amber at June 25, 2007 06:14 PM (zQE5D)
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FWIW, I think you're a great Mom to them both, and the proof of that is that upset as she is, Melissa still reaches out to you for love and hugs.
I know it's tough, and so far you are doing great. I know you'll be able to make her understand.
Posted by: caltechgirl at June 25, 2007 06:24 PM (qPLLC)
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When my father and I were having issues communicating in my teenage years, a therapist suggested we get a blank book and write back and forth to one another in it. That way, we could be open and candid and know that our feelings were heard and read without interruption or emotions getting in the way. We only talked about it if we expressed within the book that it was okay. It actually really helped us out.
And hey--if you think on it, send me some info on M&J re: colours, likes, dislikes, etc. I'll make them up their own little doodads like I'm doing for the lemonheads. :-)
Posted by: Ms. Pants at June 25, 2007 06:30 PM (+p4Zf)
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Oh, Helen. I don't remember you saying how old Melissa is, but good god, would she like a transatlantic penpal? My daughter is 13 and I've had so many discussions JUST LIKE THAT with her. Discussions where I've said all the right things over and over and nothing is the right thing to say because really, she's just being 13 and she needs a good cry for a bit and somebody just to listen and to know you're really there and care enough to be there for her. My daughter's thing is that I married last year, and so now our household that used to be just us for 10 years is now her, and me, and my husband, and his 3 kids. It's a tough change.
But just being there means so much. No matter how frustrating the teen tears can be.
Posted by: Tracy at June 25, 2007 08:08 PM (zv3bS)
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Ain't being a step-parent fun?
I know you don't need me to tell you this, but I like your style of handling the Melissa situation, because that is exactly how I would handle it. Hell, I think you're handling things better than I would have (or already did, in the case of my own family). I really admire your refusal to diss their mother in front of them, too many people don't seem to realize how harmful such a thing is to mixed-family relationships. I consider it the Prime Directive of step-parenting: no matter how worthless the biological parents are, never badmouth them in front of the kids. Let the kids grow up and decide for themselves how to feel about their parents.
And I'd rather undershoot than overshoot boundaries - it's much easier to move forward than to backtrack. A good heart-to-heart talk should settle things, or at least make them more clear.
I love posts like this - seeing how you handle family situations that I too have had to deal with.
Posted by: diamond dave at June 25, 2007 09:04 PM (VRvom)
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Uh yeah-can't give any good advice here. I never had step-parents, am not one, and my kids are still young enough that saying loudly "I am counting to ten...." sends them running to it by the count of 3. But I do think that the very fact you are able to talk about it-not yell and scream about it-and that you are going to work on resolving it together says a lot.
And my 2 cents? You are doing a great job. Hang in there.
Posted by: Teresa at June 25, 2007 09:32 PM (waHhf)
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Your insitincts and heart have brought you to this wonderful place, where your stepchildren want MORE of you and a deeper place of belonging in your home and family.
That's amazing. And I LOVE your approach, your thought process, your responses.
And am especially in awe of watching you finding a way to balance it all, in such incredibly stressful days, in the damn rain, with two people doing free-interpretive ballet in your belly.
AWE, woman. A-W-E.
Posted by: Elizabeth Blair York at June 26, 2007 12:55 PM (Pcq9x)
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If anyone can pull this off, YOU can.
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June 21, 2007
Seek and Ye Shall Find
IÂ’ve
talked about it before, that I went to see a psychic in 1998.
Nine years ago I was in a desperate state. I was working for a stock broking company in Las Colinas, an area between Dallas and Arlington. It was a job I hated beyond hate, but felt I had no where to turn to get out of it. Kim and I had split for the final time. My Rottweiler Alexi had just died. I was paying back massive student loans and making sweet fuck at my horrible soul-sucking job and each month 5 bucks literally meant whether IÂ’d be eating or not. On top of that, I had a drinking problem in which IÂ’d take my favorite magenta plastic cup, fill it with two-thirds vodka and one-third orange sorbet and then proceed to drink myself to the point of spinning oblivion, collapsing on the bed at some point and succumbing to Kafka dreams to the nightly whir of my Texas air conditioning.
This happened nightly.
There wasnÂ’t anything in my life to stay sober for.
Someone I worked with told me about a psychic she saw regularly. I took a yellow post-it with the name and number and made an appointment. After work one day, still dressed in my business suit, I drove to her apartment at our agreed time. I still remember the apartment complex – a mock Tudor sprawl somewhere in Arlington - but I couldn’t for the life of me tell you where the apartments were, and I used to know everything about Arlington.
I remember it cost $25 for a one hour session. This was money I barely had to spend on legitimate things like little pieces of plastic that came with a 16.9% APR, let alone on a woman purporting to be a psychic. When I paid her it was in a $20 bill and $5 in quarters, which was my laundromat money for the week. I guess the price of clean clothes was worth the cost of hope.
Besides the money for a few bottles of vodka I had nothing to lose.
IÂ’m a cynic, and since she couldnÂ’t see my face anyway I figured she wasnÂ’t spending her time reading my reactions. I still remember the blind woman and her blind miniature Collie.
She had a short blond bob and was kindly chubby in a “sweet Great-Aunt” kind of way. She had a few candles lit in her very modest apartment. Periodically during the session her little blind dog would get up, walk around, and smack into furniture. The house smelled like herbs and spices and talcum powder.
I wondered what I was doing there.
I remember a lot of what she said still. I donÂ’t know if we make what the psychics say come true because we believe thatÂ’s some kind of path for us, or if thereÂ’s something to what they tell us. What I remember at the time is what came out of her mouth was so far-fetched I could never, ever have believed it could happen. It was a whole world away from me and where I was. She couldnÂ’t possibly have known about the drinking, the loss, the absolute unquestionable need for faith (in something, in anything) that I had. I was slowly killing myself through drinking, despair, and my bulimic purges.
So maybe it was enough that someone came in and told me a story that gave me hope to get out of my situation. Someone told me about something that she said would be happening, and maybe that was what I needed to give me a kick in the ass to do something about my life. And the damn strange thing of it all is that everything she said has – so far – come true.
She told me about lights in the ceiling in a cold building that would lead me to a man with blue eyes. The man with blue eyes would lead to a country on the other side of the water, a country that started with “Sw”. The “Sw” country would lead to a lot of things, some good, some bad. It would lead to me spending the rest of my life with someone, and we would someday live by the water.
There I was, wilting away in Texas, and it was all so surreal it was a dream to me.
But the strange thing is, she was bang on in some parts. I got a job with a consulting agency which paid me 10k more than I was making. I bought a new car and some confidence. I worked hard and worked my way up. The consulting company sent me to a telecom company in Dallas, and then to another one, one which I had never heard of but which the headquarters were based in Sweden.
Sw.
She was right.
Then I went to a hockey game (lights in the ceiling and cold building) which lead to a flirtation with a guy who had blue eyes.
She was right again.
I took a position in the Swedish company. I moved to Sweden.
Even if youÂ’re a cynic, you have to admit that itÂ’s a bit uncanny.
Sweden led to another man but, above all, it led to Angus.
He has the bluest eyes of anyone IÂ’ve ever known.
She told me more – that I had a hard time and some times in my future would get harder. She told me that I was meant to be a writer, that what I had to offer the world would come from words (I’m trying on that one, honest.) She told me someday I would live by the water (still working on that one, too.) She did also tell me I had five guardian angels and that I’d had seriously miserable and uneventful past lives and that this life I am living now would be my last one, but then you can’t win them all.
But here’s the thing that I don’t think I’ve really talked about – she told me that I would have two children. She said that one of them would be very talented in the performing arts and would go far. So imagine my surprise when I found out the local secondary school near our little white house is a performing arts school. She told me that one of the children would cause great worry as a baby, that something was wrong with its heart or something like that, but at birth all would be ok. And we did have worries with one baby, to the point where we had tests, but the baby has a completely normal genetic karyotyping and the anatomy scan yesterday showed no abnormalities at all.
Stop reading now if you don’t want to know, but the rest is beyond the jump – I didn’t blog about it yesterday as I wanted to tell my dad and stepmother about the results before my mother and sister read about it on the blog and decided to tell him for me, as they have very crudely done with other things. We're going ahead with the results as it's not like I can keep it a secret for 15 more weeks, it's much too big for that.
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Yipppeeeee!!! I am so so excited for you-I have one of each-of course three years apart, and it is so much fun!
Of course, I am really geeked that I get to knit one girl item, and one boy item. Sweet.
Posted by: Teresa at June 21, 2007 04:17 PM (WTHYb)
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I had a feeling that you were pg with one of each. I'm so happy for you. I wish you a very healthy and happy pregnancy.
You are in my thoughts.
Posted by: Tif at June 21, 2007 04:22 PM (jCFyL)
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Awesome! I had a hunch that was it, that's why I commented what I did yesterday.
Yay for you!
Posted by: Amanda at June 21, 2007 04:27 PM (ay+rD)
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There's a prediction that you can't help but smile at. Especially when it's true.
Congratulations H. That's wonderful news! (And a good story too... I'm curious about what else she said
Posted by: Opal at June 21, 2007 05:08 PM (Us7dd)
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wowzers. that's awesome! :-)
and congrats to you on your perfect pair! wait, that sounds like i'm talking about your boobs...i meant your perfect babies! xoxox
Posted by: leah at June 21, 2007 05:12 PM (Msku8)
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I'm all tingly now! and weepy, but that isn't all too unusual.
Posted by: cursingmama at June 21, 2007 05:36 PM (PoQfr)
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Boy...you get me everytime. I'm sitting here, once again, crying. I'm so happy for you, wow, a boy and a girl. Congratulations!! And yes you are a writer. I very taleted one. I hang on your every word.
Posted by: nukeum at June 21, 2007 06:30 PM (JKeGB)
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I'll tell you what's spooky, I read that darn "Spooky" entry 2 or 3 days ago and got the goose bumps, and I'll be damned if you're not writing about it today.
Teaches me to go through archives.
Posted by: Heidi at June 21, 2007 06:52 PM (uzISJ)
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I forgot....THAT'S AB. FAB. NEWS!
Congrats mommy!
Posted by: Heidi at June 21, 2007 06:54 PM (uzISJ)
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I had a secret suspicion it was one of each too. Very excited for you! So spooky and yet so very cool about the psychic. Glad things are (apparently) working out according to some awesome plan.
Posted by: Lisa at June 21, 2007 07:01 PM (e8V7B)
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Wonderful news. Congratulations!
Posted by: alice at June 21, 2007 07:07 PM (TrOtc)
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Congrats! I'm so happy for you and Angus (and Melissa and Jeff). If you wouldn't mind a knitted gift from a stranger (not a psycho), I'd love to knit something for your twins.
Posted by: Katy at June 21, 2007 07:33 PM (eYqL5)
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OH my gawd I am soo happy for you, one of each how absoutely perfect! OHH WOWWWWW jumping up and down!!!
Posted by: Cheryl at June 21, 2007 07:37 PM (WWLXT)
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I couldn't be happier for you... I'm speechless with happiness.
Posted by: sue at June 21, 2007 07:46 PM (WbfZD)
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My grandmother knew you were going to have boy/girl twins too. Heh, kidding
Start preparing your sarcastic answers for a lifetime of, "Are they identical?"
But seriously, congrats! I am so happy for you! Having a twin brother is great. Growing up, I always had someone to play with and to share new experiences with. Your kids are going to be awesome
Posted by: geeky at June 21, 2007 08:02 PM (ziVl9)
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That is so wonderful! Raising those two is going to be a blast!
Posted by: Steff at June 21, 2007 08:11 PM (gEvCB)
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Yea a boy and a girl! I think that is Baby Feng Shui or something.
Posted by: donna at June 21, 2007 08:14 PM (Kco5r)
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Damn. What a scarily accurate prediction.
I tend to be careful with such things, because I honestly believe that if I'm allowed to see too far into the future, I might decide to end it all now. I'd be too afraid that I would not be up to the task of dealing with the inevitable challenges of the future (and there ALWAYS be challenges). Like in your case, things in Sweden eventually got better (once you moved to th UK), but you went through hell in the meantime. I'd be too afraid of the bad times (OK, call me a wuss).
And it looks like my prediction was accurate too. A boy and a girl. Congratulation, you can't do better than that!
Posted by: diamond dave at June 21, 2007 09:34 PM (/0/gH)
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Congratulations! One of each...you can't get better than that!
Posted by: kali at June 21, 2007 11:36 PM (rrNYS)
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I am so thrilled you told us, I thought you might be holding out... I wouldn't have been able to keep it a secret either! Thanks for sharing! Its just so exciting, I wonder, do you feel differently about the lemonheads now that you know? I always wondered if I would relate more to the baby knowing if it was male or female?
Posted by: Sarah at June 21, 2007 11:53 PM (y1pJp)
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Wow. That's pretty awesome. Can't wait to see what happens next!
Posted by: ~Easy at June 22, 2007 02:41 AM (X+de8)
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Wow.
I mean... WOWZA Wow.
Posted by: Elizabeth at June 22, 2007 03:57 AM (Pcq9x)
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I knew it! I knew that you were having a boy and a girl.
Why? Because it's perfect. It's just exactly how things are meant to be.
Bless you, sweetheart. Bless you, Angus, your kids and your babies, too.
Posted by: Margi at June 22, 2007 06:14 AM (X+XmR)
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OMG!!!! I've always dreamt of having a boy/gal twin...You lucky one! Congrats, you have all my blessings!
and...
*points up* Mumin's smiling and grinning too, somewhere up there
Posted by: sue at June 22, 2007 08:07 AM (sjR3j)
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Yea!!!! Don't think there is much more to say
Posted by: LarryConley at June 22, 2007 08:18 AM (vGN1n)
Posted by: Solomon at June 22, 2007 12:22 PM (al5Ou)
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Yay! How awesome is that? Congrats!
Posted by: Lee at June 22, 2007 12:59 PM (lN4Rc)
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Huge congratulations! That's great news!
Posted by: Anna at June 22, 2007 01:53 PM (qJirJ)
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Hooray!! Congratulations! Now everyone can start asking you what the names will be...and pass judgment. It will be awesome!
Posted by: Amanda at June 22, 2007 02:06 PM (B5c+c)
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yay, one of each! congrats.
Posted by: becky at June 22, 2007 02:45 PM (jv5jW)
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ARgh! I left a comment yesterday expressing my delight in your boy AND girl but it's NOT HERE!
So here it is again:
*****DELIGHTED FOR YOU ALL*******
Posted by: The other Amber at June 22, 2007 03:09 PM (zQE5D)
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Call me crazy, but I think you're going to be receiving a lot of hand knitted items for your babies.
Posted by: amy t. at June 22, 2007 05:13 PM (y4iz1)
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How perfectly perfect. A matched set. And they'll have a big sister and a big brother to teach them the ropes. That's fantastic.
Well, I hope all the health concerns are for naught. I had a psychic once tell me to be very careful of my daughter's "sixth year" - and I was worried something would happen all that year. Nothing did. THANKFULLY. She's 13 now.
And with that I will give you my sagest bit of unsolicited parenting advice: Just do what you always wished your parents would, but never did.
Posted by: Tracy at June 22, 2007 06:06 PM (zv3bS)
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WONDERFUL! One for each step-child to fawn completely over!!! fabulous! Congratulations again.
Posted by: oddybobo at June 22, 2007 06:17 PM (mZfwW)
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I'm not one of your psychic readers who knew you were going to have one of each, looking at the ultrasound photos I had no freaking idea what I was looking at! I am beyond happy for you and all yours.
Posted by: Donna at June 22, 2007 06:53 PM (lQSbL)
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Pay me 25 bucks, I could have told you that.
P
Oh wait, you owe me money anyway.
Dude. I'm so happy for you. Having a boy is one of the best things ever. I mean, I'm sure having a girl is totally awesome too, I'm just speaking from experience.
Posted by: statia at June 22, 2007 07:50 PM (lHsKN)
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Oh my... I'm all teary. Congratulations!!
Posted by: Richmond at June 23, 2007 08:23 PM (e8QFP)
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Aw, perfect! Congrats!
Posted by: amber at June 24, 2007 12:02 AM (19dHq)
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I am THRILLED for you and Angus. Many many congratulations!
{{{hugs}}}
Posted by: Kate at June 24, 2007 03:51 AM (XargM)
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*grin*
Too cool.
I am thrilled for you.
Posted by: Mia at June 24, 2007 10:44 PM (+2lQc)
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Collected the whole set in one try, did you? Cool. And congratulations again. I'm very happy for you.
Posted by: physics geek at June 25, 2007 04:55 PM (MT22W)
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oh oh oh! that's so exciting! yay!
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June 20, 2007
An Update of the Citrus Variety
We had a scan today that's called our "anatomy scan". Melissa and Jeff went with us to the hospital. Jeff is being tremendously cool about the babies (they both are actually, but Jeff is really going the distance.) He's making a fort in the back garden that will be just for him and the twins. When he and I went to fetch the curry from the takeaway restaurant for dinner, I hesitantly broached the subject of him giving up his room for the babies, just until the extension is done, as they need a space. When the extension is done all the kids will have a room and Angus and I both feel terrible that Jeff has to lose a space temporarily (it makes the most sense for his room to be used as it's the smallest.)
"Of course I don't mind," he said, his eyes blue and open. I wondered if the Lemonheads would have blue eyes or brown eyes. "They're my twins."
I love that kid.
So anyway, an update - both babies are absolutely fine. They were happy and wiggling and dancing and generally being very obstructive for the sonographer. They both weigh about a pound each and are about 7.5 inches long. One of them has its head just inside my ribcage and the other one is head down. They were pronounced perfectly healthy, on target, and looking just fine.
Here is Lemonhead 1, which is the baby with the placenta posterior, and its head facing down.
And here's Lemonhead 2, which is the CVS baby, and its head facing up.
If you're like us, you find it hard to make out much in the pictures. They look like a fuzzy beer mat in the bottom of a mostly drunken glass of Guiness. But these are the profiles of both babies, from their heads to their upper chests.
It was nice to be there with my family, watching the two that are yet to be here.
Angus even quietly told me that it's ok if we find out about the sexes of the babies today.
So we did.
-H.
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THAT'S *IT*? You're not going to tell us what their sex is/are/will be??
AUGH! Cruel Helen!
Posted by: The other Amber at June 20, 2007 02:48 PM (zQE5D)
Posted by: Jilly at June 20, 2007 02:51 PM (vy163)
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So glad all is well....I love the scan pictures...I still have my niece's one at 20weeks on the klitchen noticeboard and she's 4 months now!
Hope we can find out their sex too???!!!
Posted by: Suzie at June 20, 2007 03:04 PM (YqqaU)
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AUGH! I hate cliffhangers! So not fair!
Not even a little hint?
Posted by: Katy at June 20, 2007 03:05 PM (eYqL5)
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Excellent! So glad to hear that your pregnancy is progressing so well and that the kids are also so excited. Baby #2 looks as though [he? she?] has your nose.
Are you glad to know which you'll be having, boy(s) or girl(s)? Or will it be one of each? I'm so excited just to know things are going well that I don't care if you tease us for the next 16 weeks. ::: big, happy smiles :::
Posted by: Lisa at June 20, 2007 03:09 PM (e8V7B)
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Oh come on! This is worse than the ending to The Sopranos! I can't take any more of this cliffhanger, cutting to black stuff!!! LOL
I love love love that Jeff is so open and happy for his twins. I wondered if he would be put off as he wouldn't be the baby any more - twice over. He is such a sweet little guy.
Also, so very happy that the lemonheads of healthy and wiggling. I think I've had way way too many ultrasounds - I can pick a fetus foot our of what other people think is one of those ink blot thingies.
Posted by: Michele at June 20, 2007 03:20 PM (fcaMV)
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I so can't believe you left us hanging...
sheesh....
a hint?
Glad the lemonheads are doing well :-)
Posted by: Angela at June 20, 2007 03:35 PM (DGWM7)
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You're going to keep us in suspense, aren't you? Dammit. Did I tell you that my grandmother somehow KNEW that my brother and I would be boy/girl twins, even though my parents didn't even know? She was so sure, when she made our bassinets she made one blue and one pink.
Posted by: geeky at June 20, 2007 03:36 PM (ziVl9)
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I laughed out loud when I realized you decided to keep that information to yourself! Good for you!
I'm really happy the kids are so cool about their family expanding. That's the best!
Posted by: RP at June 20, 2007 03:50 PM (op1yW)
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I'm glad that things are going well for you and the little ones. As for the cliffhanger that has people pulling out their hair, well, my wife and I refused to tell anyone the names of our children until after they were born, although we knew months in advance. Some things belong just to the family, unless they feel like sharing. Although I wouldn't mind knowing AFTER the babies are born. I'm silly that way.
Posted by: physics geek at June 20, 2007 04:01 PM (MT22W)
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lmao. dammit! i was hoping you'd share. and our scan is on Friday, after work. looking forward to it.
Posted by: becky at June 20, 2007 04:08 PM (jv5jW)
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Gah!!!! I was franticly scrolling down thinking I'd missed it! I'm so happy the Lemonheads are happy and healthy in there. I can't wait to "meet" them!
Posted by: donna at June 20, 2007 04:24 PM (Kco5r)
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Posted by: Sarah at June 20, 2007 04:33 PM (Fb8io)
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LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Touche! You go, lil' mama.
Posted by: Margi at June 20, 2007 04:52 PM (dNvAw)
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How wonderful to hear they are healthy and Jeff is so excepting!
Posted by: oddybobo at June 20, 2007 05:42 PM (mZfwW)
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Tease
So glad everything is going well.
Posted by: cursingmama at June 20, 2007 06:20 PM (PoQfr)
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That's sneaky! I guess you're not going to tell us?
Posted by: kenju at June 20, 2007 06:35 PM (cgPXz)
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I'm so happy for you! Healthy babies... whatever they may be... is the best! I can't believe how CLEAR those scans are today compared with when I had my babies 20+ years ago. THEN you couldn't tell one blob from another... now you can see EVERYTHING. Well, not everything, obviously, or we wouldn't be clueless as to the sex.
You'll tell us if and when you want, and that's just fine.
Love Jeff's reaction. He's a super kid!
Posted by: sue at June 20, 2007 07:04 PM (WbfZD)
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For some reason, I know how to read sonograms. I can see them pretty clearly. Good on you, Helen, that your little Lemonheads are doing well.
And although I respect your right to keep us in suspense as to the sex of the babies, at least answer this: are they the same, or different?! ;-)
Posted by: Amanda at June 20, 2007 07:46 PM (ay+rD)
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Boo hissss. j/k. Actually, I don't want to know. Keep it a secret. It's more fun that way. (not that you get to enjoy the fun anymore, you peeked - be WE, your readers get to enjoy the anticipation!) Don't tell. Seriously.
Posted by: Clancy at June 20, 2007 08:02 PM (X+xFB)
Posted by: Heidi at June 20, 2007 08:02 PM (8gpnc)
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Ok, I am not going to guilt you into revealing the sex of the Lemonheads, but the longer you wait to spill the beans the longer it will take for me to pick out the appropiate item to knit for each of them.
You have been warned.
I am, however, very glad to hear all is going well. And Jeff is too cute.
Posted by: Teresa at June 20, 2007 08:07 PM (WePYl)
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I agree with the "tease" comments above but am also just deliriously happy that both are doing well and growing perfectly! And when we find out what ours is, I'm soooo keeping it from you.
Posted by: Lindsay at June 20, 2007 08:17 PM (mHNC3)
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You're having two beautiful babies that's what you're having. Who cares about the sex until they arrive.
Posted by: impossiblejane at June 20, 2007 09:08 PM (eihy3)
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They're beautiful! Those are great pictures! You must have had a good sonographer. And yes, I guess I've had a bunch of sonograms because I knew what I was looking at right away. And even though I don't blame you at all for not revealing, I sure hope you will tell us sooner or later.
And Jeff needs a hug, the sweetie pie.
Posted by: Julie at June 20, 2007 11:31 PM (RTPaF)
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Actually, I'm with one of the other comments... just tell us if they're a matched set or not.
I'm so happy for y'all!
Posted by: amber at June 21, 2007 12:10 AM (v0r3y)
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"So we did."
Ahhhh, you tortureous woman! *weeps*
Posted by: girl at June 21, 2007 12:11 AM (ze/Cn)
Posted by: LarryConley at June 21, 2007 12:38 PM (vGN1n)
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Oh I'm so thrilled to know that Jeff is being even beyond accomodating. And that the Lemonheads are happily obstructing the sonograms.
And I'm excited for you that you know what their sexes are.
Posted by: martha at June 21, 2007 02:01 PM (ySZ2x)
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Bwa ha ha ha!!!!
(I've got delayed realization syndrome. Took me this long to scroll down and realize you weren't telling!)
What an amazing, happy post. And I gotta tell you, Twin 1 and Twin 2 are got some good looking foreheads, yah.
Love, love, love
Posted by: Elizabeth at June 22, 2007 03:56 AM (Pcq9x)
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