Morning Person . . . GONE!

I have always considered myself a morning person. Despite the time that I go to bed, I have always woken up ready to face the world with a spring in my step. I have never used the snooze button (in fact, I totally despise the feature, it only delays the inevitable). I have always popped out of bed mere seconds after the alarm clock rings, ready to start my day. I always feel as though I am operating at full-capacity within moments of waking up, but that this diminishes as the day wears on. Once evening rolls around, even in my normal non-pregnant state, my ability to focus and concentrate is severely limited.

In many ways this has been important. First of all, it has just always been a part of who I am. It is a part of my identity. Right up there with other elemental parts of being of myself, like being a woman. Secondly, my husband is very much NOT a morning person, so I like to think that my being a morning person helps to balance us out.

But now, all of a sudden, the part of my identity that has always been there, that has never wavered, is GONE! The alarm rings in the morning and I am eager to hit the snooze button. I still think it is silly, but mostly I hit it because I want to be sure that I will wake up, just in case I fall asleep again.

I grog around the morning in this half-sleepy stupor as I figure out what to wear and what I am going to eat.

Finally, at about 10:30 or 11:00 the haze starts to lift and I have a good hour or two where I feel like I am ON. But that feeling is quickly replaced by the afternoon tiredness that sets in after I begin plugging through my day and my teaching.

I am tired again. All the time. The books all said this was coming, but somehow I thought I was immune. After the sickness and sleepiness of the first trimester I had such a nice burst of energy during the second trimester. The third trimester began a few weeks ago without any indication that my energy would be subsiding. But now, at 30 weeks, it is gone. It is so totally gone that I am not quite sure how I am going to make it through the next 10 weeks or so. After all, life still goes on. Classes still need to be taught, laundry still needs to be washed, dishes need to be cleaned . . . I just feel like I am going to end up moving through it all in a pregnancy-induced fog. I hope people don’t notice (or mind) too much.

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More Pseudo-Science

Today I had my third, and I believe final, class at my hospital. The topic of this one was breastfeeding and it was taught by the very same midwife that introduced me to the hara-obi just a few months ago.

As soon as she walked into the room, I knew that I would be taking whatever she said with a grain of salt. I will elaborate more on this class, as well as the class on Tuesday (which included a tour of the facility) soon, but I wanted to write one of the funniest gems before I forget (which happens readily and rapidly these days).

As with the first class she taught, the first 20 minutes or so was focused on diet. Instead of what we should, and should not, eat during pregnancy, this time she focused on what we should and shouldn’t eat while breastfeeding.

Of course she reiterated her concern from last time that we avoid cold foods. After all, if we eat or drink cold things while pregnant, it will make the baby cold, the uterus being in such close proximity to the stomach and all. But if we eat or drink cold foods while we are breastfeeding, it will obviously make the milk cold which will not be to the babies liking.

Imagine for a minute what an absolute miracle it would be if this were true. The mother eats the food, the nutrients are absorbed into the bloodstream and transported to the mammary glands where the milk is produced. If, after all that, the milk was still cold it would be quite extraordinary and a power that certainly would be worth being harnessed.

In addition to eating cold foods, we must also avoid eating mochi. Mochi is a traditional Japanese food. It is a glutinous rice product, which is essentially rice that has been beaten with a hammer (usually now a large machine) until it becomes this sticky, somewhat sweet paste. She claimed that if we ate the mochi, since it is so sticky, we run the risk of having clogged breast glands, which could lead to an infection. Clearly little chunks of sticky mochi will leave my digestive system altogether and make their way to my breasts where they will cause a clog. Again, a complete and total miracle!

I’m not quite sure how this woman remains a trusted authority, but she does. Perhaps it is the fact that the Japanese are much less likely to question authority, and so she can continue on spreading such fallacies without anyone ever calling her out. But it is both frustrating and infuriating to see a woman who is so clearly misguided serving as a role model in a position of authority to future mothers. I do hope that the women with me in the class question what she says, even if they won’t do so to her face. Otherwise, I am honestly disappointed.

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The Latest Photo Shoot

Here’s me at 29 weeks.

This is the look I sport most of the time. When I did my maternity shopping back in the States (in September when I was only 12 weeks), the stores had their fall collections on display. Well, now it isn’t fall anymore, so I have had to supplement the fall wardrobe I initially purchased with some more seasonally appropriate wares (wool). But, obviously, the cardigans and such that I can buy here don’t really fit, so I have the flare open look. Not my favorite, but it definitely works, and I am staying warm.

Here’s the belly in all of its side-view glory. Getting better and, I think, looking slightly less cube-ish.

From the front. I’m still happy and stretch mark free. With about 10 weeks left to go, I am not sure that I will remain stretch mark free, but I can certainly hope.

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Word for the Year

Following from an idea I saw on another blog (I would link, but honestly I forgot where I saw it – I blame the pregnancy brain), I decided that I wouldn’t really make resolutions, per se, this year. Instead, I decided to choose a word that would guide me and the way I think about this year.

The word I am choosing for this year is Presence.

This year is going to bring many changes to my life. The largest change, perhaps, is that I will be becoming a mother in just a few short months. My husband will become a father. We will no longer be a family of two, instead we will be a family of three.  We will be moving back to the United States. Settling into a new home. Living life on a single income.

It is part of my character to always be looking ahead. Instead of living in the moment, I am usually in my head thinking about what the next week or month will bring. How I can prepare for the next stage, the next big step. This year there are so many next stages and next steps, that unless I make a conscious effort, I am sure that I will miss them.

This year I want to work hard to be present in each moment, to enjoy the challenges and joys that each individual hour, day and week bring. If I don’t make a conscious effort to be present, I fear that I may find myself sitting in front of my computer this time next year not knowing what became of the last year, what became of my last six months in Japan, what became of the first 8 months of my son/daughters life.

There are many changes coming. Some of them scare me. Some of them excite me. Some will be easy and some will be very, very hard. But, no matter what, I want to make sure that I experience all of them. I want to experience all of the joys and trials that this year will bring, knowing that no other year in my life will ever be like this one.

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Our American Baby

Yesterday we had another monthly doctors appointment. This was the last appointment before we start going to our visits every two weeks. Incredible! I can’t believe we are at that point in the pregnancy already.

Anyways, as is customary with our visits here, we got our usual peek at Little R with the ultrasound. Everything still seems good. We were able to see the stomach, diaphragm, placenta, ribs, spine, brain, heart, umbilical cord, hands, feet, etc. Everything seems to be developing well and both the baby and I are quite healthy.

Also, the baby appears to have turned, again, to the proper position. Head-down. This is good, obviously, for a few different reasons. First, with any luck he/she will stay that way until birth. Second, it means that I am getting kicked in the side, rather than in my bladder. Kicks to the side are much more enjoyable and manageable that swift kicks to a full-bladder.

Another thing the doctor always does during the ultrasounds is to measure various parts of the baby to check its growth. Yesterday he measured the head and commented on how large it was, compared to Japanese babies that is. Then he went on to say that if the baby was Japanese, or even half-Japanese, he might be a little concerned about the size.  But, since it is an American baby, and I am an American-sized woman, it is ok. We just grow them a bit bigger!

I’m still hoping that the baby stays at a manageable size, one that I won’t have too much trouble delivering come April. It’s too bad that just living in Japan doesn’t end up yielding me a small, manageable Japanese-sized child. Apparently, in this case, genetics trumps environment.

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