Closing in on One: Making Memories of Us

The countdown has begun to Dempsey's first birthday.  I am reminded of Madeus' 1st birthday and the attachment I have to this milestone. And by attachment, I mean the physical, emotional, and mental discharge my body goes through during this week.  Lately, I have been remembering a lot about my pregnancy. Not necessarily the bad and the ugly (and as I have blogged, it was both those things), but the quirky little moments.

I ate 2 artichokes a day.  It soothed my stomach.  I think I ate 7 or 8 one week while watching the Olympics. 

I chewed ice constantly, bags and bags of crushed ice.

I threw up the day I realized I was pregnant and I was only 5 weeks along. It continued until the last push.

Madeus always said the baby was a girl, and that is all he wanted.

The four times I was at an Amusement Park were the four best moments of my pregnancy.

Madeus tried to give the baby cars and said, "Come out baby, cars!"

I would stop at the best discount designer store ever, Daffy's on the way to my midwife appointments in midtown and get a slice of pizza and a cream soda after.

My midwife did more clinical tests than any doctor I have had which I thought was weird. She always wore black, with severe hair, and a stern but warm Jewish mother temperament.

New Yorkers would always get up for me on the Subway. I am not sure if they were being nice or if they thought my belly was dangerous to their safety.

For the last month, I stayed up all night, ever night watching episodes of the L word. 

I ruined my Iphone while resting it on my belly in the bath. My belly was big enough to be my table very early on.

I was petrified when I realized I was about to give birth again. This was a bit surprising, since I had done it before.  I told Mike I did not want to go.