7 Weeks In… Jenny has always been a proficient “rester” but she has now stepped up her game to a professional level. She sleeps about 16 hours a day. Which is quite a sight to behold. She will often get up from bed, pet the cats, then lie down on the sofa and go back to sleep. The good news is that she is feeling good and hasn’t had any morning sickness at all. I keep telling her that this is due to my superior sperm. Or as I like to call it- “The Usher Awesomeness.” She isn’t buying it.
We did our first ultra-sound at a new baby hospital that opened up 5 minutes away from our apartment. The doctor pointed out our baby on the enormous plasma screen hanging from the ceiling. We were quite happy to see that we were indeed the parents of a blob. Both of us nodded like we could see it but actually had no idea what the doctor was pointing at. It looked more like an amoeba than a baby.
Czech emailed us today and asked that we name the baby, “Soul” and make him the godfather. That way, he can say he is the “Godfather of Soul.”
We will go in again for a new ultra-sound on Thursday, so I will post if I see something other than blobby.
<---- Little belly.
<----- Baby Danny?I am teaching a lot and still find at least one occasion a day to mess with the young minds I am forming. Last week, one of my grade two students named Allen was standing at my desk. Allen is a cute, little guy with ears that would probably allow him to take flight if given chance. He always comes and stands next to my desk and watches me mark homework. His English is minimal, so we usually communicate in “Chinglish.” Next to me, one of my advanced students named Mari was chatting me up. I had some cookies on my desk and saw Allen eyeing them. I passed him the bag and asked if he wanted one. He nodded excitedly, said, “Yes! Thank you!” and began to nibble slowly on the cookie like only a child or rodent can.
I asked him in Chinese if it was delicious. He said it was. I then told Mari to tell him in Chinese that I had found the cookies in the park. She did and Allen paused in his nibbling. His eyes shifted from Mari to the cookie to me and back again. There was an awkward silence and both of us thought this would stop him from eating it. However, after giving it some thought- he got back down to business. So I asked him if he thought I was lucky for having found the snacks in the park. He nodded that I was very lucky. Interested to see what would actually stop a child from eating a cookie, I upped the anti. I got Mari to tell him that technically I did not find them in the park. In actual fact, I had seen a stray dog carrying the cookies in its mouth. I chased the dog until it finally (Mari, has been my student for over four years and can now bullshit extremely well with a straight face.) So she translated my story to Allen with nary a smirk. Allen turned white, spit the cookie into his hand and started scraping his tongue with his finger nails. So take note: apparently, the thought of orally transmitted diseases from street dogs will indeed stop children from eating delicious cookies. Aren’t children great!?
Which brings me to this email…
As most of you know, I have been planning on moving home in late June. I quit my job, found a replacement for myself and have been packing for the move next month. My boss has been really upset that I am going and was trying everything to get me to stay. She has been really good to me over the years, so I went out of my way to find a good replacement for myself. I did but two weeks ago, he called and said, he had decided not to come to
As for Jenny, she is only 6 weeks pregnant. Which is a little scary as apparently 1 in 4 don’t make it through the first three months. I would have waited for the first trimester to be finished but due to having quit my job and everyone expecting me back in a month, I had to tell my school and family. Then, we got “outted” to some other friends. So I wanted the rest of you to hear it from me.
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