Archives for: February 2014
DD and SIL chose not to find out whether they were having a boy or a girl. When they had their sonogram, the technician knew that they didn’t want to know. At one point she got a good look, smiled, and said, “Your baby has gender!” But she blocked that part of the video, and deleted reference to it in her report.
Everyone is now trying to guess whether BC is a boy or a girl. Speculation is running about 80% for a boy. DD put a picture on facebook last night and asked her friends to post their guess. Boy is winning on facebook as well.
I don’t have a gut feel about gender. Perhaps I lean a little toward girl, but I think that’s mostly because I’m such a contrarian.
I have a son and a daughter. Both were fun babies. Both are delightful adults. I am content with whatever God has given.
However, I do find myself increasingly curious about whether we have a Type A or a Type O.
Are we going to have a carnivore or an herbivore? Will I be taking BC out for barbeque or salad bars? Am I going to be fixing hamburgers or peanut butter sandwiches?
Either way will be fine with me. We will bake cookies with neutral flour. We can roll power balls before we walk to the mailbox.
A few years ago at a Tupperware party I bought a set of forms to make my own popsicles. They have been waiting in the back of the cabinet for the first grandbaby to arrive. I’m going to eat my share of pineapple and grape juice popsicles on the back porch.
Have you ever really wanted a product to work, and eventually had to admit that it just made you feel bad? I am that way about a mayonnaise substitute.
I love chicken salad, tuna salad, and carrot salad. I have been using a canola mayonnaise that doesn't have any avoids except a little white vinegar way down at the bottom of the ingredient list. I chose canola because it is neutral for me, and it has a lot of Omega 3. The only problem is that the one Tablespoon serving size isn't nearly enough to make salads as creamy as I like them, so I always use too much.
One day I saw an ad for a mayonnaise substitute, and I got excited. It wasn't a chemical concoction. It was made with real ingredients that I could pronounce. The ad said it was creamy, just like mayonnaise, but it had zero fat and zero calories. Though the ingredients were real food, there were several avoids, but I chose to ignore them. I know better than to ignore that many avoids! But this was a new product, and I really wanted it to work. I bought a jar.
It was creamy, though not creamy in the same way real mayonnaise is creamy. The taste was acceptable, but again not quite like real mayonnaise. It had more vinegar tang than I like. However, by the time I mixed in the celery, apple, and walnuts, it made a good chicken salad.
In spite of my high expectations, it didn't settle well in my stomach. It reminded me of the way I felt before the BTD when my digestive system was always inflamed. I wanted this product to work. I tried it again. In fact I tried it several times, but the results were always the same.
People sometimes ask me how I can stay on the BTD and forego eating wheat and most dairy. I tell them that pain is an excellent motivator. When I eat wheat and dairy, my stomach hurts, and I don't like pain.
As enticing as the idea of low calorie, low fat chicken and tuna salad is to me, the pain is just not worth it. I'm going to discard the mayonnaise substitute.
Before I close, I will give you a quick baby update. DD is now three weeks from her due date. BC has turned and is head down. DD is 1 cm dilated, and is feeling a few Braxton Hicks contractions. While we are all very eager for this baby's birth, we also hope BC will stay in the womb for another two weeks.
We are waiting and praying and smiling.
BC - my precious grandbaby - is at 34 weeks. Six more weeks in the womb, and BC will get to see us! It’s interesting that we have seen that cute little face, with nose pressed up against the wall of DD’s uterus, in sonogram pictures, but though eyes are now fully functioning, BC can’t see us. However, BC hears us responds to familiar voices, but we won’t hear BC until “birth day.”
DD sent a text that BC is now the size of a butternut squash. I picked up a butternut squash in the grocery and held it. The curves did make me think of a little head and a bottom. I like the way this app points expectant mothers to think of fresh fruits and vegetables every week. Just a subtle reminder to forego chips or cookies and eat right for your baby
DD says she feels wonderful. She has lots of energy. She worries sometimes that she is not as hungry as her friends say that they were. But her doctor is pleased with both her weight gain and the baby’s size. I think that the reason she is not famished is because everything she eats is thought out for maximum health for herself and the baby. There is no junk food in her diet. No wasted calories.
The doctor’s assistant warned her that the baby would become less active in these last few weeks. DD laughs and says that BC is more active than ever. Last weekend they took the youth from their church to an event that included a several popular Christian bands. BC was very active during the loud music. When DD bends over a counter to cook or the edge of the bathtub to clean, BC pushes against the hard surface.
Most delightful to me is that twice when DD has had her phone in her pocket, BC has kicked the phone, dialing my number. My precious pre-born grandbaby has called Gram Graham. I just love it!
A new gym opened in their town, and was running some enticing introductory specials. DD and SIL signed up. Even now, on cold days, it gives them a place to safely exercise indoors. But I think they were mainly looking ahead to after the baby is born and DD is cleared to exercise. She has been diligent to put the baby first for all of these weeks, disciplining herself not to obsess about things she used to obsess about. Having a place to exercise will give her a structured way to lose baby weight in a healthy manner without cutting calories which would interfere with her ability to nurse.
Their hospital offers several free classes to expectant parents. It amazes me. The hospital where I gave birth was considered cutting edge because it offered a Lamaze class. DD has already been to a lactation class and a newborn care class. She sends me her notes, which is really great, because I need a refresher course. I haven’t diapered or bathed a newborn in 24 years!
I read back over this blog, and realize I have become a stereotypical gushing grandmother. I can’t help it, and I don’t apologize!