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ree & me

Wow!

One of my photos is featured on the Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond’s extremely famous blog. It’s a great honor, especially considering that she gets thousands of submissions every day. Woohoo! She says it’s “haunting in a lovely way”, which is very me, I suppose… Thank you, Ree!

Click right here to check it out amongst other beautiful shots.

emotionality and roads

Please, please don’t watch “The Road” the post-apocalyptic drama with Viggo Mortensen when you’re expecting. Yes, Viggo is certainly always nice to look at, but believe me when I tell you to stay away.

I watched it on TV just a few weeks into my pregnancy and it has haunted me ever since. I still want to talk about it regularly with my husband and I’m sure he’s getting tired of reassuring me that everything will be fine (“Oh my goodness. Any chance this will happen?” “No, it won’t happen. we’ll be fine. It was just a movie.”) and/or that he will indeed protect the Muffin if the world is destroyed by a great cataclysm (“But what if it does happen? *gasp!* I think could totally happen! Right?” “Then we’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it.”).

Repeat different versions of the dialog ad nauseam for months.

angles & innies

When I showed my grandfather my belly via skype a few days ago he said: i gseh nüüt. I see nothing.

(The Muffin, 22 weeks.)

If I had only the above photo to go by, I’d say I see nothing, too, and then I’d go buy my pregnant self a high-calorie snack.

But it must be a matter of camera angle, because this was taken the next day:

(See? The Muffin at 22w1d is taking up space after all.)

The Muffin likes to grow overnight, and every morning I wake up a bit bigger. It’s really amazing. I saw my sister a few days ago and she could hardly stop staring. She said something like: Ah! Your belly! Nobody told me! Wow! (She knew I was pregnant, I suppose she wasn’t quite prepared to see me pregnant.)

I’ve been reading that my innie will most likely turn into an outie at some point during this second trimester and it’s not a pleasing thought. Belly buttons are revolting not my cup of tea freak me out, especially my own. Having a protruding navel for months is not a pleasing thought, I don’t care that it will go back to its normal position after birth. So give me some hope: Did you get to keep your innie during your pregnancy? Or do you know anyone who did?

muffins & remembering

Dear Internet,

Meet the Muffin.

(The Muffin, 20 weeks.)

Let me say a few words about my first trimester. It was not pretty. ‘Morning sickness’ is such a crass understatement for the 24-hour sickness I had. Let me put it this way: do you remember that time you felt really really nauseous, nauseous as can be? When you wanted someone to knock you out with a frying pan over the head, so you could remain unconscious until you felt better? Multiply that feeling by ten, and that’s about how I felt. From about week 3 to week 11. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. During the first 12 weeks I lost weight, and although I admit I had a few pounds to spare, it’s disconcerting to lose a pound here, a pound and a half there week after week. At week 11, I felt the horribleness decreasing a little bit every day, and by week 12 I felt more or less alive again. Between my 10 week and my 16 week appointment I gained only 1 pound (although I was feeling well by then), and the midwife quietly hinted that I could absolutely treat myself to a milkshake from time to time.

Now that I’m in my second trimester, otherwise known as the Golden Age of Pregnancy, I feel great, and have almost forgotten the dreadful first weeks. This might be why women who have ‘morning sickness’ ever get pregnant again: you simply… don’t really remember. I assume it’s the same with childbirth. Otherwise all women would have only one child and get their tubes tied, right? Our brains are wired to forget. Well done, Mother Nature, well done.

love

i love

beeswax lip balm,

being at home,

a brand new bar of soap,

candlelight,

cooking without a recipe,

chocolate,

cheese,

crunchy apple slices,

mismatched dishes,

a stoli on the rocks in a dive,

strange documentary films,

dragonflies,

my crazy lovely family,

shopping at the farmer’s market,

taking the staten island ferry,

sleeping in freshly washed bed linens,

my great friends,

listening to my grandfather’s stories,

good hair days,

gossiping,

my wonderful husband,

a wicked sense of humor,

the internet,

old-fashioned jazz,

jeans that fit really well,

laughing with my sister,

making my brother laugh,

laughing so hard i have to pee,

drizzles of fresh lemon juice,

hearing my husband’s key in the lock,

massages,

the full moon,

the thrill of a scary nightmare,

picture books,

getting postcards in the mail,

reading in bed,

crunchy salty things,

seeing a seagull fly past our window,

shakespeare in the park,

getting enough sleep,

the smell of a baby’s head,

the smell of cookies baking in the oven,

the smell of lavender,

solitude,

sparkly nail polish,

the streets of new york city,

the swiss alps,

warm toes,

thunderstorms,

vintage towels,

the view from the roof of the met,

wim wenders films,

red wine,

young people with grey hair.

eggnog & trees

I took this from Swistle.

Eggnog or hot chocolate? Hot chocolate. I haven’t had eggnog in years, I was never a big fan.

Does Santa wrap the presents or leave them open under the tree? The presents are wrapped by us. (Or by the store, if we’re lucky.) Does this mean some people don’t wrap presents? I’ve never heard of naked presents under the tree. Unless they’re huge or unshapely or alive perhaps?

Colored lights on a tree or white? Candles! Seriously, real candles are the only way to go. So Very Beautiful. You need a fresh tree for this, but this is why most people here get their trees only a couple of days before Christmas. I understand real candles are illegal in the States? 

Do you hang mistletoe? My parents usually get some mistletoe in the forest, but there doesn’t seem to be any hanging around the house this year.

When do you put your decorations up? Some things are out a few weeks before, but most decorations get put up just a few days before Christmas, like the tree. It’s all in the same box, that’s why.

What is your favorite holiday dish? I have had both fondue and raclette in the past few days, of course. Mmmhh. Our traditional Christmas Eve menu is champagne, shrimp cocktail (with avocados, on a bed of fresh endives), red wine, fondue chinoise (beef cubes cooked at the table in vegetable bouillon, not oil; my mother cooks fish, not beef), with different homemade sauces, and freshly backed rolls, then fancy ice cream, yummy frozen cakes, and homemade Christmas cookies for dessert.

Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? We open all gifts on Christmas Eve, it’s the European way. When we were kids there were a few small gifts in the stockings from ‘American Santa’ on the 25th.

How do you decorate your Christmas tree? We do not have a match-y catalogue tree. Real candles. Many ornaments collected over the years, some that we have had since we were kids, some of them handmade, some of them falling apart a bit. Real candles. Our tree is messy, soulful, and uncoordinated, that’s how we like it. Oh, and it’s real, not plastic. 

Snow: love it or hate it? Love it. Especially from inside looking out the window.

Can you ice skate? I can, but I don’t.

What is your favorite holiday dessert? I like all desserts, especially my mother’s traditional holiday cookies, they are all just divine.

What is your favorite holiday tradition? Making a batch of cookies, sitting around with the family.

Candy canes: yum or yuck? I like the idea of candy canes, and I like them on trees, however, I don’t like the taste.

Favorite Christmas show? What’s the one with Jimmy Stewart that always makes me cry? It’s a Wonderful Life. I love sentimental Christmas movies that make me cry.

These answers are mostly based on my parents’ house where I am right now. My husband and I will forge our own traditions when we have children. That will be fun. When we are in NYC we don’t have a tree, just a few decorations. We are not religious, nor do we like participating in the shopping frenzy. We do celebrate when we go to one of my husband’s siblings’ homes (they have the kids and the traditions) but we just don’t go to the trouble ourselves. The idea of schlepping a tree up to our small studio just is not appealing to me right now.


I really like the phrase "always an adventure". I am a Reiki Master and work as a therapist in Manhattan, in my private practice and at a cancer center. I also freelance as a translator in the New York City area and beyond.

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