In the meantime...

Still waiting on a baby, so I am completing some photo projects. I'm tired of being indoors and I miss work, but we're trying to wait until Nana arrives before I start any type of "labor encouragement." I'm loopy with boredom, though, as I do not rest well! So, here are some photos of the past few months. Dave & I have had fun in the very short "just the two of us" period of marriage!

Happy Halloween - we went as Barney from the Simpsons and his pregnant girlfriend!

Awesome seats at a really good LA Kings hockey game for Dave's birthday

Decorating my first "our" apartment. I had a lot of fun with the creative elements.

Ethan, Allison, Heather & I went to see a marionnette show in Santa Monica before the theater closed. Fun times, old jokes, great kids.

I'm very ready for pregnancy to pass but I'll miss several things...one of which is the opportunity to watch people be good to each other. There is no time in life where people are more aware of you than during pregnancy. I'm very unpopular on elevators (TV...seriously...how often do women go into labor during an elevator breakdown?!) and great conversation everywhere else. On the subway, however, I'm a case study in culture drift. In general, when I get on the subway, the oldest, least "white" man on the subway pushes himself out of a chair on wobbly legs to offer me a seat. I'm tempted to tell him that I'm okay, but the gesture is so touching that I accept it without hesitation...okay, graciousness and a back that hurts cuz this kid fells HUGE!

However, every so often, I'm surprised by what ensues. The last time I rode the subway, there were no seats and it was very crowded. The young, urban, white men did the typical look-away and pretend so as not to feel obligated to give up a seat. There were no old men seated as all had given up seats to the many women, who were not eager to stand. So, I grabbed the metal bar and prayed my balance and back would endure the bumpy ride. Sharing the bar was one of those "scary" types who had more tattoos than visible skin. The tattoos were only interrupted by piercings, of course, and he looked like he may have only had Coke for his meals that day. But he nodded politely at me and made room for me to hold the bar. After a moment, though, he excused himself.

Seconds later, I heard the scary guy calling, "Ma'am." I looked towards his voice and he was gesturing at a now empty seat recently vacated by a very sheepish (and frightened) young, urban, white male. I waddled over to the seat and thanked the men graciously. The young, not-scary man mumbled, "Sorry. I didn't see you." Inwardly, I laughed. It was obvious that scary guy had "informed" the young man that his seat was to be occupied by the very pregnant woman. I wished I'd seen the interchange. He must have been scared straight out of his stupor when that man approached him!

It's just one story in many - I think humankind is still good and it's been fun to be the focus of all that caretaking. We struggle to know our neighbors or change our habits but there's still goodness here.

Now, though, I'd rather have them coo over a newborn! I'm uncomfortable!