Archive | June, 2012

beach week xi in pictures

29 Jun

Love this!  Love us!

24 weeks

28 Jun

chickens and kittens

27 Jun

While in the thick of my surgery rotation, I took pause to plan what would likely be my last pre-infant hurrah during our two-week summer holiday.  The first weekend would be devoted to this fabulous Pittsburgh wedding, and the second week to Beach Week XI with these crazy kids.  That left me Monday-Friday of this past week to do whatever the hell I wanted, and I wanted friendship, adventure, and relaxation.  An Austin excursion to visit Kathleen, Isaac, and John hit all the criteria, and I roped in my close friend Matt (who will be attending Penn Med this fall!) for the journey at the last minute, which made the trip damn near perfect.

I visited Austin two years ago with John…which meant that, in addition to maximizing Kathleen time, we woke up at the crack of dawn so that we could get a jump start on seeing all the things!  (To give you a frame of reference for what vacations are like with the husband, I had to plead with him for us to have one day of not waking up to an alarm on our honeymoon.)  So this trip to Austin included no expectations, no real agenda except for one low-key adventure out to Pedernales Falls…oh, and kitten and chicken time.  Did I mention that Kathleen and Isaac have chickens?

Meringue, Lorraine, Benedict, and Megas make the most delicious multi-colored eggs–have you ever seen brighter yolks?

Annie is the little orphan pictured above that Kathleen took in a few years ago.  She had no problem snuggling during my mid-morning naps.

And to help me wake up potentially before noon…

still marinating

26 Jun

Not gonna lie, it took me from Thursday until this morning to finally finish this article that many of my female and male colleagues alike have been stewing over–and I still only managed to gloss over some of the sections.  This afternoon’s project is a hopefully more than cursory glance at this response and Sandberg’s speech.  I’m still gathering my thoughts, but I wanted to share a short passage I appreciated (in part due to my interest in palliative care)–not novel, by any means, but it rings true:

Seeking out a more balanced life is not a women’s issue; balance would be better for us all. Bronnie Ware, an Australian blogger who worked for years in palliative care and is the author of the 2011 book The Top Five Regrets of the Dying, writes that the regret she heard most often was “I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.” The second-most-common regret was “I wish I didn’t work so hard.” She writes: “This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children’s youth and their partner’s companionship.”

summer solstice

21 Jun

I had a Lady Macbeth moment this morning when I woke up, looked at my hands, and thought, “What the hell did I slaughter last night??”

Kathleen and Anna are ready to celebrate the official start of summer.

BTW, the “blood and guts” left between my fingernails this morning were the remnants of sangria prep from last night.  I am an excellent cherry-pitter.

Also, although I will be experimenting with these tonight and over the next 17 weeks (thanks Kathleen for looking out for me!), as a child of a Frenchwoman who I’m pretty sure had a small glass of red most nights of her pregnancies, I appreciate this article (thanks Isaac!), less so the holier-than-thou responses.

a petite yaya

20 Jun

We’re having a girl!!!

People have been asking us for weeks if we had a preference or any inclination about the sex.  John would say boy, I would say girl, but it was all in the spirit of needling each other a bit.  In truth, we were hoping for four limbs, a head that appeared firmly intact and attached, and organs that were within the confines of the body cavity.  We didn’t expect to see SO much more during the anatomy scan on Friday.

We were at the absolute last day of the 22nd week, though the size of my uterus and the length of our girl measures closer to 24 weeks–she’s already over a pound!  Our first view was of the inside of heart, and we could see all four chambers beating, the picture was so precise that we could make out individual chordae tendineae (the “heart strings”).  The scan took us through the heart and it’s major vessels (no tetralogy or transposition–two major congenital heart defects–for this kid!), the brain and spine, the kidneys, the limbs, etc.  We’ve seen our girl head to toe!

And she’s acting more like a little being too.  She’s clearly had enough of this whole womb thing and is ready to go exploring (don’t get any ideas, kid; you don’t really have lungs yet).  As I recently described to a friend mother, what began as subtle taps and shifts have turned into full-blown body slams, forceful enough to wake me from sleep (a preview of what’s to come?)!  She is definitely John’s child; I don’t stand a chance.

Here’s to 17 more weeks of happy gestation!

katie & michael

19 Jun

This weekend we took a roadtrip to Pittsburgh to watch Katie and Michael, two of our best friends, get married.  We had been looking forward to this event for a long time.

Michael and I grew up next door to each other since we were four and three, respectively.  He’s one of my oldest friends and, in truth, much more like a third brother to me.  His sister and I would spend summer nights sleeping under the stars in our backyards, winter days sledding the slope down to the creek, and all the days in between walking to and from the bus-stop, taking part in other outdoor adventures, rehearsing in school plays, celebrating holidays with our families…together.  Even then it was clear he was special–remarkably brilliant, clever, and kind, an inventor of all sorts of childhood merriment, and John and I were so excited when he began medical school this year.  He will be the doctor to which I would send my child (or any loved one), regardless of field or specialty.

Both of us met Katie in college.  She was one of the girls I admired from afar long before we actually had a meaningful interaction.  (In their letters to each other during the ceremony, I nearly laughed/cried out loud when Michael said something to the effect of, “While others found you intimidating or scary, I thought you were fascinating.”)  She is a born leader, artist, and writer, would seemingly effortlessly elevate any organization in which she took part, and I think we all marveled at the profound impact we knew she would have in her profession, her passions, and her relationships.  She’s the woman who can literally do anything.

As a couple, they are so, so strong, independent, passionate.  I know I’m fortunate to have them as friends, and I can’t help but look anxiously forward to all the feats they’ll conquer, the places they’ll go, the joy they’ll create.  Congratulations on your marriage, and to a lifetime of happiness and success together.