38.8 Weeks

The stretch marks have begun to set in, but Tiva doesn't care.

The Honest Truth

I have been more or less hostage to the house for two weeks now, save midwife appointments and short essential errands (I had to renew my driver's license before the baby comes - cruel to make you take a photo at nine months pregnant...) I am growing a bit fussy because of this confinement or convalescence, depending on how you look at it, and so Nathan took me out for dinner last night at one of my favorites, Heartland. By the way, the poached pear dessert they have right now is righteous.

As we were being seated, we passed a table with a mom, dad and young man of I would say three or so. The boy looked up at me and said, loudly, "WOW - SHE'S FAT!" I turned to him and said, "Yes, yes I am." The dad sunk his head into his hand in embarrassment while the mom attempted to explain to junior that I wasn't fat I was just pregnant. Very, very, very pregnant.

I think Nathan was worried that it would somehow break my spirit, but I found it amusing, not to mention, accurate.

Back to the couch now for Big Momma.

I hope I really like my house...

Yesterday was unexpected. Nathan and I arrived for our regularly scheduled 36 week pre-natal appointment, expecting a fairly routine visit, maybe a half hour, and then we'd be off for lunch somewhere. I had had a busy morning at work and was formulating plans and emails in my head for when I got back to the office. Suffice to say, plans derailed! First my weight was up. Way up. I had gained 8 pounds since my last vist. That's a red flag. Second, the edema in my legs had reached the "pitting" stage. That's another red flag. My blood pressure?, normally very good, was high. Red, red, red. The low-tech, yet somehow very accurate, belly measurement that they take each visit was big, too. So, in addition to the regular tests for Group B Strep and iron, they ran a series of tests for Preeclampsia and sent me off to the maternity triage room at St. Joe's for an ultrasound and a non-stress test.
I was a bit shook up by all this news of course and I ran back to the office to see my HR and IT folks between the clinic and the hospital. My midwife wrote a note that I gave to my HR department that stated that I am under orders to stay home and off my feet as much as possible for the duration of my pregnancy. I packed up my desk, hugged my co-workers and had an overwhelmingly surreal feeling as I left the office, realizing that I wasn't likely to be back there until January.
So, to the hospital we went and the ultrasound showed that the baby is very healthy - he's practicing breathing, moving a lot and all his organs and parts look normal. We also found out that he is big. We suspected that he was big, but the ultrasound estimated him at 9 lbs 6 oz and he's not due for 24 more days. In fact, the ultrasound estimated that my due date should have been September 28th. That's, um, four days ago. Now, granted, an unltrasound this late in pregnancy can be off by more than a pound, but that means he's likely already at least 8+ pounds!!! After this, I was also hooked up to a fetal monitor for a half hour and all signs are good. The boy is doing just fine.
As for me, we'll have to closely montior my blood pressure and edema and we are going to have to discuss induction if things don't start progressing naturally on thier own realtively soon. I hope to work for at least another week, albeit from home. So, I hope I really like my house, because that's where I'll be until further notice!

Scum Pickles: The mysteries of open crock pickles

My co-worker made a batch of these earlier this summer and brought them to work. They are delicious! She gave me the recipe and even gifted me my very own stoneware crock to use. I wandered the farmer's market in downtown St. Paul and found the baby cucumbers. However, the farmers were all out of dill. Every one of them! I eventually found some fresh dill weed, not seed, at Mississippi Market. Either/or should do just fine. So far my pickles have been hanging out on the kitchen counter for about a week. The "scum" that I'm am to skim daily according to the recipe is both

scum-like and mold-like. It is whitish-grey and ranges from a flakey sort of scum to a fuzzy kind of mold. It's mildly disturbing, but (I've been assured) perfectly normal. The brine on these ends up being cloudy rather than than the clear that I'm used to with canned pickles. If you've ever been to the Rennissance Festival, you've likely had a version of these from the super-hot "pickle man."

The chemistry of it all is a bit mysterious. While the mold/scum is a bit disconcerting, it is merely a bi-product of the fermenting that the pickles are are actually doing. The salt and the vinegar in the brine render any dangerous-type organisms completely harmless. You may be wondering to yourself, "why would a pregnant woman take her chances with mysterious food science?" Well, because its pickles.

So, these little beauties should be done working thier crock magic on October 7th. I really don't need a whole gallon of pickles, so if you want some, come on by. Or try a making a batch yourself:

Dorothy's Open Crock Pickles
1 Gallon Crock
Lots of tiny cucumbers washed and dried
Place a layer of dill in the bottom of the crock
Sprinkle 1 TB pickling spices on top of dill then layer the cucumbers on top
Cover with another 1 TB of pickling spices and another layer of dill
Add as many peeled garlic bulbs as you like
Add 1 or 2 hot red peppers
Cover all with brine

Brine (add according to how much space you have left--you may not use all of this)
Boil together for 2 minutes then allow to cool before pouring over cucumbers in crock
1/2 C canning salt
2 Qts water
1/2 C white vinegar

Timing
Leave crock on countertop at room temperature for at least 3 weeks and then refrigerate
Weight down with an inverted dish and a pretty rock and let sit or "work" until cucumbers are crisp and uniform in color
Skim the whitish-grey scum off top daily

Community Supported Agriculture - Eating Locally

Summer's bounty! We joined a CSA this summer, meaning that we bought a share in a local farmer's crop for the year. Since June, we've received a bag of vegetables from our farmer every week. The contents of the bag are entirely dependent on what's ripe and ready to pick that week. Our little 1/2 share in Burning River Farm over in Fredric, WI is more than enough for me and Nathan and then some. The harvest this week was beautiful and delicious. I made tomato-basil-fresh mozzarella "caprese" salads, creamed cucumbers, and a killer stir-fry. Nothing tastes quite as good as fresh, garden tomatoes. The grocery store tomatoes from California and elsewhere taste bland and mealy and, well, ishy comparatively.

I plan to make some steamed beets and sweet corn with Hope Creamery butter to have with a roast chicken tonight. We got a wee bundle of fresh thyme that will be wonderful with chicken.

This week we also got summer squash, really sweet little carrots, leeks, pac choi, arugula and spinach for salads, kale, green pepper and onions :) I am looking forward to the fall winter squashes and to pumpkins and fresh apples to use to make pie filling for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Suns of Munich Baby Blessing

At our annual gathering of festive souls, a couple of dear friends helped me to bless the baby by applying a Mehndi design on my belly. Henna is believed to protect and bless the mother and the baby and to bring about an easy delivery and healthy child. The sun is a symbol of blessing and fertility. It also looks absolutley beautiful. Thank you so much to my friend, Matt, who did the application and design and my dear, Reena, who assisted and added flair with the jewels. It has been three days and the design is still lovely. I hope it will last for days to come! The baby assisted in the design as well by moving vigorously throughout the two hours it took to apply, kicking Matt every couple of minutes :) Good baby.

Matt and Reena at work

Completing the central sun design

The finished design with jewels (32 weeks)

The Mehndi "tatoo" two days after the paste application

Nouveau American Gothic

Photo by Nataraj

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I absolutely love this photo. We look very content and happy and, indeed, I think we are. I think we also look strong and confident and ready for the new life that is soon to join us.