Saturday, May 25, 2013

The waiting game

Hello!

Thought I'd try to squeeze in one last blog post before this baby arrives.  Tomorrow marks week 40 and I'm hoping this baby will enter the outside world early or on time, as opposed to late....I'm not sure I can handle being pregnant for 2 more weeks. But, the baby will come when it's ready, so I may as well just relax.

I don't have a lot to write about, but I thought I'd at least post some pictures from our trip to Rhode Island.  Mark has spent his last 5 birthdays in a different state each year, so we figured we may as well make this year six.  We also decided to head a little farther away, so we could save the closer states for the next few years, in case the newest member of our family isn't into road trips.  Here's where we've been on April 9th the past 6 years:  2013-Rhode Island, 2012- Brooklyn, 2011-Vermont, 2010-Colorado, 2009-Texas, 2008-Oregon.

Turns out, Rhode Island is great!  People seemed a little skeptical when we told them we were heading there for vacation. We left a cold, snowy Vermont and ended up in a tropical wonderland (ie: 70 degrees) full of sunshine and flowers. It was amazing.

Mark and baby



Thirty-fun

Our first stop in Rhode Island was the ocean.  We went to Beavertail State Park and it was gorgeous.  Mark even went for a quick dip in the frigid waters.  I made it in shin deep before retreating to the sand.

While in Rhode Island we ate Asian food at least 4 times, I drank a lot of avocado smoothies, we hung out with our friend Angela in Providence and went to a show in the warehouse where she lives.  Providence has a familiar feel, kind of a cross between Portland, Oregon and Portland, Maine.  After 3 glorious days in Rhode Island, we arrived back in VT to freezing temperatures and snow.  T.S. Eliot said, 'April is the cruelest month,' and I am inclined to agree.

Right after returning from our magical getaway, Mark started work at Harvest Hill for his fourth season.  This year's crew is great so far and he loves being back outside with his hands in the soil.  Maggie also loves being back at the farm. None of this year's interns has a dog, so she spends more of the day snoozing than in years past.  I suppose this is to be expected as she'll turn 13 in August.  Luckily, she is still active and healthy, if not a little grey around the muzzle and prone to grumbling.  She is still obsessed with Hank and sprints in circles when she gets excited, so we're not too worried about her.  And she loves tacos!

Mmmmm...chicken skin taco!

On May 4th we began our Summer of selling tacos at the Montpelier Farmer's Market.  Every Saturday from May 4th-October 26th (with the exception of one Saturday in July and perhaps another one when I give birth) you'll find us peddling the best tacos in Central Vermont!

Where the magic happens.

Our menu from 5-18-13
So far the stand has been doing well.  Our hope is that being there every week will create a following of loyal taco eaters.  I'm particularly hoping that breakfast tacos take off, mainly because they taste amazing and everyone should love them.  But perhaps I'm biased.

My last day of work was Thursday, so now I'm mostly biding my time, waiting for this baby to make an appearance.  My Blessingway was May 11th and it was great.  Lots of lovely women and good wishes for both myself and the baby.  Here's a shot of the mandala we created during the blessingway.  The ladies would sprinkle/place an item on the fabric while saying a blessing or hope for the baby.  After everyone was done, we tied it up and one day I'll get to share it with whoever this little person is, to let them know how loved and anticipated he or she was before even coming out.




Mark had his own male blessingway the following weekend and then we had a few close friends over for a house/space blessing last week.  Now all we need is the baby!

The other new thing in our life is Mark's tattoo.  I got him a gift certificate for his b-day and a couple weeks ago he went and got this seahorse with day of the dead markings.  Pretty cool.  The seahorse is a representation of fatherhood as seahorses are one of the only animals where the male of the species actually carries the babies.  The mom seahorse lays her eggs into the dad's pouch and then he carries them around until they hatch and then keeps them in his pouch until they are ready to be out on their own.



Well friends, that's about it.  Perhaps next time I write, it will be to tell all about birth!  Or perhaps it will be a rant over the fact that I'm still pregnant....I've always considered myself a fairly patient person, but waiting to have a baby has really tested my limits.  All in good time, though, all in good time.