I’m not disabled, I’m pregnant. (36 weeks)

On my first day of leave I took a nap, took a prenatal yoga class (my first of this pregnancy), and took another nap. On my second day of leave, I did the Sunday crossword puzzle (because really, who can do the Sunday crossword on Sunday when you have a four-year-old jumping all over the sofa you’re attempting to recline on?), ordered swaddling blankets and … Continue reading I’m not disabled, I’m pregnant. (36 weeks)

Take a Seat (31 weeks)

So the deal with working from home while semi-laid-up and super-duper-pregnant? Not very much fun. Not exciting. Not relaxing. Not pleasant or refreshing or a nice change of pace. Just work, mealtimes, work. Maybe some mid-afternoon stretching. Sometimes the solitude is broken by a text from the office or a last minute request to jump onto a conference call, sometimes by my husband coming out … Continue reading Take a Seat (31 weeks)

Gearing Up and Gearing Down (30 weeks)

On Monday, my office reopened for the new year. Students are returning with their suitcases, faculty are opening up their emails for the first time in weeks, administrative offices are scrambling to meet start of term deadlines and expectations. Everything is getting back in gear, and yet I am gearing down. I celebrated New Year’s Eve with an unplanned trip to the doctor, hooked up … Continue reading Gearing Up and Gearing Down (30 weeks)

Mom at Work (20 weeks)

Portrait of me as a professional woman: running the meeting in high-heeled booties and a tailored dress; leather bound iPad in one hand, shiny travel mug latte in the other, brown leather tote keeping all my handouts clean and in order; hair tousled to perfection, skin blotted to natural matte, shiny red lips; articulate to a T. Portrait of me as a mother to a … Continue reading Mom at Work (20 weeks)

Take it or leave it (18 weeks)

I dreamt the other night that I was pregnant with four children. Not quadruplets, but four separate children in four separate embryos, each due one month after the other. I was initially shocked, then horrified to have become a real life science fiction movie, then just plain worried – worried about how my body would handle all those births, how it would support so many … Continue reading Take it or leave it (18 weeks)

Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, or, Why the first trimester sucks (11 weeks)

I am eleven weeks pregnant. Pregnant enough to know that I’m having a boy (yes, we did the blood test). Pregnant enough to see that little boy creature skimmy away from the pressure of the sonogram wand. Pregnant enough that buttoning my skinny jeans now causes more than moderate discomfort. Pregnant enough that in my weaker of moments I am overcome with panic that I … Continue reading Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, or, Why the first trimester sucks (11 weeks)