I convinced Michael to write about the
of attending Ballet West's performance of Ravel's Bolero!
You've got to read about it.
It would be even better if you could attend a performance of it,
I was in the hospital, in labor. Everything felt relaxed and nice, and I was cheerfully chatting with my mom, I think. Michael was at work, but nobody minded because everything was going so breezily. Yep, so breezily that the baby was born in about 20 seconds. No pain, minimal pushing (it was easier than passing gas).
Surprise! The baby was a boy! But I hardly thought about that. I held him out at arm's length to admire him, like "aw, how sweet..." and then we put him in his carseat and drove home.
At home, I got out of the car and was proud to show off my inhumanly flat stomach while I announced that the baby was here. Michael's aunt Anne came up with a couple of her girls to see the baby, and when I opened the car door, the carseat was empty.
I was simply puzzled. Where was the baby? But oh, then I saw a little gnat crawling affectionately on my hand, and I said "Oh there he is! That's my baby! See?" and I cooed over him while Anne sort of backed off. I don't blame her. As I let this gnat weakly crawl on my fingers, watching adoringly (ew!), I realized that was why the labor had been so easy and fast, and it explained my skinny stomach.
As I brought baby stuff into the house, I was mildly worried that a gnat would be hard to keep track of.
I had a "friend" named Bobby Arroyo. He was wild. And I had an inexplicable crush on him, so in order to impress him, I played wild, too. One day we were hogging the tree house and wouldn't let Maddie and Bobby's brother David climb up. We declared a childish war, intent on driving them away at all costs. Bobby threw a yellow plastic Little Tykes chair off the tree house balcony. Harmless, since Maddie and David were a good distance away. Then Bobby got a fire in his eyes and wanted to throw the tree house table down. That table was Maddie's. It was a little round thing, just painted particle board, but she loved it. I told Bobby we shouldn't. He started dragging it to the balcony anyway, and when he told me to help him hoist it over the edge, my balance broke between my loyalty to Maddie and my crush on Bobby.
We tossed the table over the balcony, and when it split in several un-fixable pieces, I saw Maddie's sweet face break into an expression of deep hurt. Her table! Her very own little table! Ruined!
I gasped. The fun had ended long before the table broke, but now the terrible guilt washed in.
I didn't know how to explain myself. I wished I knew why I had chosen Bobby's side over my darling sister's.
I didn't want to play with Bobby anymore. I vanquished my crush on him.
And I felt like I couldn't make it up to Maddie, no matter how sincerely I apologized, because I had no good reason at all for what I had done.
Spend lots of time outside this summer and enjoy being pregnant.
Have a beautiful labor and delivery, and have a beautiful baby girl.
Enjoy being busy this summer in a very Summer-ful way.
Since these aren't especially different from my goals in the grand scheme of life, as I see it, I'll take this very literally. :D As in, guess what I dreamed last night? Nothing. Nothing that I can remember; I have been sleeping SO deeply this week, it's incredible. I love it. I do miss dreaming, though.
Here's one of my all time favorite dreams: HERE (it is SHORT).
Do what I do now with much improvement (which is technically cheating as far as listing goals because it covers so much...)
Have a home someday that is large enough for family to visit and stay comfortably.
Be rich. Yes, it's true.
Be amazing with the harp.
Run a marathon in 2012.