Archives for the month of: November, 2015

photo 3I was 15 weeks pregnant on Saturday. The last time I posted, I talked about feeling better. A day or two after I wrote that post, my symptoms came back full force, plus additional ones. No runs along the Hudson have happened. This pregnancy is not like the last.

The exciting news it that I have a doctor’s appointment on Tuesday, and though the baby’s anatomy scan isn’t until December 5, I’m wondering if I can convince my doctor to take a peek and see if this baby is a girl or a boy!

In other news, I’m just making it through work one day at a time and looking forward to every weekend and the upcoming holidays which will allow me to escape for a little while.

This is definitely my favorite time of year.

A few highlights from the weekend…

Saturday morning, Chris, Catherine, and I did our usual Laughing Man coffee run followed by the playground. Cat and I sat next to Keira Knightly and her baby Edie while we waited for our coffee, and Catherine and the baby had a little chat. Any time we go out and about in our neighborhood, we’re almost guaranteed to see them. I think this is neat, and being relatively new to New York, I’m very dorky about it, and I try to be the right balance of friendly and not intrusive and appear cool, despite the fact that, as you can surely perceive right now, I’m not.

Later we did a little Christmas window shopping, and bought Catherine a new tiny stuffed mouse to replace the one that fell out of her pocket on the way to the train, and a new Christmas ornament for the tree.

photoOn Sunday, despite feeling like my every move was an enormous effort, and wanting to collapse on the sofa for the rest of the day, I remained focused on the end desired results and managed to produce a big pot of the best chicken soup I’ve ever made, and an applesauce cake with caramel glaze.

So overall, it was a very nice weekend.

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I keep thinking about names. I suppose I should make it easier on myself and wait until we know the baby’s sex. But I actually enjoy thinking about names, and I think about names even when I’m not pregnant and there’s no one to name. I’ve thought about names since I was a little girl. I think that is probably the writer in me.

When I was around ten years old, I remember watching the Can’t Buy Me Love over and over again. And so when we played pretend, my name was always Cindy – the super-trendy, super-popular girl in the movie. Another favorite was inspired by my teenage neighbor’s girlfriend – Lisa.

Now that I’m older, I’ve come to love the name my mom gave me. Even with the current trend of giving “old lady” names like Hattie, Hazel, and Frances new life, Helen is still rare, and I’m not sure why because I think it’s a pretty name, and I always loved that I rarely come across other Helens.

And now when I think about naming my kids, I’m careful to distinguish between those enticing names that I enjoy at the moment – the way I enjoy a clothing trend…if I did enjoy clothing trends…because it turns out I’m not the trendiest in that regard either – and the ones I simply love, regardless of what’s in fashion.

What makes me love a name? I’m glad I asked. I like names that have meaning. Maybe someone very special to me, or to our family, fictional or real, bears the name.

I like “real” names, with long literary histories. I find them more interesting and substantial that way.

I like whole names that can be shortened to nicknames if chosen, but I like the birth certificate to contain the original, long form of the name. It just feels proper. I think it’s the OCD in me that can’t handle a part of a name on a birth certificate. Others don’t share hang up.

For my hypothetical son, I’d like his name to feel just alpha enough, so that if he isn’t super macho, he doesn’t feel awkward in his name, but if he is, he has a name with command.

For a girl, I like feminine names.

In my opinion, the last name is crucial to consider when naming children. In our case, we have Cobb to work with. Like my maiden name, it is short and blunt – but with even harder consonants. So some of the lovely, ultra-delicate girl names I’d otherwise consider are out – because the first name must be feminine but also sturdy enough to stand up to Cobb. Which narrows our selection considerably.

Well. The bump arrived a bit earlier this go round. I guess that’s the way second pregnancies sometimes go!

I’m officially in the second trimester. Right on schedule, I’m feeling much better. Still don’t like the smell of food, have an iffy stomach, and am in fact struggling to keep from lying my head on my desk right now – and it’s only 12:40. But…I know things will only continue to get better from here.

In fact, I’m hoping that this weekend I can go on my first run since I got pregnant. I’ll take Catherine in the running stroller Saturday morning, and we’ll run along the Hudson together and say hello to all the yachts, and then go get coffee and hot chocolate when we’re done.

Not much else has changed. We took Catherine trick or treating this weekend. She was so grateful and delighted the entire time. She’s been impossibly affectionate and sweet and wonderful these days. It’s hard to believe a creature can be so pure and perfect; she is truly ours to mess up. It’s fun to think about this next baby, and wonder how they’ll be alike and how they’ll be different. I feel like I love this baby unconditionally already. I’m excited to introduce her…him?…to our routines, adventures, traditions, and basically our world – and of course, I suppose the baby will shake things up a good bit. Six more months.