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Aug. 8th, 2004 08:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaNow my whole family knows, except my brother who is backpacking and hence unavailable. Most excited person to date: my eleven-year-old niece Alexis. She talked about the baby nonstop.
The nausea kicked in last night in a bad way. My parents had gotten tickets to a Little Theater production of "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum," which was in fact funny, although glaringly amateurish in parts. At intermission, I started in with the phantom bad smells - in this case, something that smelled like cleaning fluid. Then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
curiousangel bought Alexis a pack of peanut butter cups, and the garish peanut butter smell almost knocked me over. I continued to be nauseated for the rest of the night, although at least I was able to distract myself from it in parts.
My mother, God help me, has already started buying baby clothes. Two little infant nightgowns and a bib. She also brought home a huge stack of literature from her office, including a copy of A Child is Born, an incredible book of photos of fetal development - right down to, I mean, endoscopic pictures of an egg being released from a follicle. I regret to say that the baby currently looks more like a shrimp than anything else. Tail and all. Even better than the book: a 30-minute video called "The Amazing Talents of Newborns," about the social, cognitive, and sensory capacities of babies in the first hours and days of life. Cool.
The nausea kicked in last night in a bad way. My parents had gotten tickets to a Little Theater production of "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum," which was in fact funny, although glaringly amateurish in parts. At intermission, I started in with the phantom bad smells - in this case, something that smelled like cleaning fluid. Then
curiousangel bought Alexis a pack of peanut butter cups, and the garish peanut butter smell almost knocked me over. I continued to be nauseated for the rest of the night, although at least I was able to distract myself from it in parts.My mother, God help me, has already started buying baby clothes. Two little infant nightgowns and a bib. She also brought home a huge stack of literature from her office, including a copy of A Child is Born, an incredible book of photos of fetal development - right down to, I mean, endoscopic pictures of an egg being released from a follicle. I regret to say that the baby currently looks more like a shrimp than anything else. Tail and all. Even better than the book: a 30-minute video called "The Amazing Talents of Newborns," about the social, cognitive, and sensory capacities of babies in the first hours and days of life. Cool.
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Date: 2004-08-08 03:52 pm (UTC)Your mom's reaction is terribly sweet. You really are blessed with a wonderful family.
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Date: 2004-09-01 03:10 pm (UTC)And one of my sisters had no visible personality until she was quite old (a few months), at which point it became obvious that she hadn't made her presence felt until then because nothing needed changing. Now she's something of a tornado where necessary change is concerned.
Newborns are *fantastic*. Especially one's *own* newborn. Squeee!