Monthly Archives: April 2010

Tech jargon and squishy bits

TMI (too much information) warning for this post.

The latest development with The Soybean is that she’s now so big, and so active, that when she moves around she hits my cervix. I think of this as “pinging my cervix”*. To ping is a computer term. In Facebook parlance, it’s like “to poke”. It’s sending a message to someone without saying anything.

The term has become part of my daily language. I ping my coworkers via instant messenger to see if they’re available before launching into the question I have. I’ll ping my friend Kelly when I’m ready to meet her for lunch, so she knows to meet me on the corner.

The way the word sounds also fits the feeling I’m having. The baby is just saying “hey, are you still there?”, probably wondering when she can come out and play. As my (very pregnant) friend Mary described herself, I too no longer have a round belly. It’s getting corners.

For those of you who’ve had a Pap smear, it’s similar to when they swab your cervix. It doesn’t last long, but you definitely notice it. PING!

I keep wondering how much assault my cervix can take before it gives up. I have three weeks till my due date, but the way she’s squirming, I think the Soybean is going to throw herself out of me. That, or it’s going to be a very long three weeks.

Then again, I should be grateful that she isn’t pinging my bladder. I hear that generally results in an underwear change.

*I think Kelly actually used this term first. Since she had a 10+ lb. baby, you can imagine all the pinging.

Pregnant, or shoplifting?

Pregnant, or shoplifting?, originally uploaded by sundaykofax.

The sun in shining, flowers are in bloom, and I’m patiently waiting out the last few weeks of pregnancy. I feel awesome, actually. I don’t have a lot of the normal symptoms (heartburn, kicks to my ribs, stretch marks) — YET. We’ll see what the next 3+ weeks bring.

Jason and I finally got around the the birth ritual of going to Ikea to pick out tiny furniture. We’re sticking to minimal gear, getting what we know we’ll need, and waiting till after we have the baby to get what else we might need. Thanks to awesome friends (AbbyBN, StephMcN, TaraWP, Kelly and my sister) I have pretty much every piece of clothing the Soybean will need for the next year.

I’ve not been particularly hormonal, so the influx of tiny socks kick-started my nesting instinct. Now I’m baking muffins (to put in the freezer) and organizing.