Meryl and Paul proudly announce the arrival of
Zachary Raimi Evans
Arrival date: Monday, April 28, 2003
Time: 4:53 PM
Weight: 7 pounds, 0 ounces
Length: 19 inches
Zachary is a name we've liked for a long time and we didn't have a family member for which to honor their memory, we took the opportunity to use it. As for Raimi, it's a family name. When my grandfather's family immigrated from Poland through Canada, they shortened their name to Raimi.
Grandpa, being proud of his culture, changed the name to Raimey while the rest stayed Raimi. I learned this was wrong. The real story is that some woman, back in the '30s, made a comment to my grandmother about going home to cook spaghetti (that was one of those insults to Italians). Grandma, also proud of her culture, asked to change the name to Raimey. Later, she regretted it.
We decided to join the rest of the family and bring back the Raimi name and my mom was happy with it. I hope Grandma is watching from above and happy it has returned to its semi-roots.
Yes, he appeared early because of a non-pregnancy problem that came up on Saturday night sending me to the ER. We had to wait for several doctors to explore our options. The baby doctor was on vacation returning to the office on Monday. Poor guy got stuck in Tennessee and didn't get home till about 1pm. He must've come straight to the hospital since he walked in before 2pm. After much discussion, the C-section was scheduled for 4pm.
Zach is doing great and I am fine... loopy and in pain. That's OK, it comes with the territory and it's worth it.
No, I am not in labor. Rather, another problem has literally popped up (not pregnancy-related... sort of). We're waiting for two doctors to talk and provide options. I may have to be induced and then have surgery to fix the other problem since it would not be feasible to do it the other way around.
Have laptop with me, of course. Not much else I can do... not even reading a book since I can't quite get into a comfortable position for that.
Just got the most creative email for a light lunch at my office from one of my more creative co-workers.
Subject: Review for Pending Deliverable
We'll be discussing the pending due date with the author over a light lunch!
Too cute. My life at work is spent on deliverables as in work products. How appropriate!
To be prepared to order birth announcements and note cards, I researched the 'net and saved links to the ones I liked. Well, guess what? That email has disappeared. Hours of research down the drain.
I did manage to find one item that I had lost (not announcement-related) and then I found a couple of announcements (for boy and for girl), so at least, I've got something to go on. Looks like my organization skills have been screwy in the past few months.
Can't you see where it's all going???
Short-timer's disease is kicking in at the office job. Plenty to do to stay busy, but hard to focus and annoyed when I get more assignments (oh, I do them... just makes me nervous I can't get it all done for by an unknown date).
I can't even do much of the editing and writing work that I love. Focus isn't there or I have to go cuddle with the sofa or bed for whatever reason. Usually I have a lot of energy in the third trimester (after all, I've had two prior to this one), but not this time. Go figure because I have things I like doing and it's been harder to get them done.
Didn't mean to come here and whine or complain. Not much interesting tidbits to offer about the world of being pregnant. Well, I do have a friend who is do about the same time as I am (our first borns are in the same class, our second born are the same age... what are the chances? The birthdays are about four months apart for these two.). She and I had checkups yesterday and our stats are about the same. Don't want to make this into a race!
OK, I admit it. I'm losing concentration as there are less than four weeks to May 16. Even the stuff I love doing... I can't focus. Went to doctor today and everything is moving along.
We're down to the weekly visits after today's appointment. We took our son with us since he is home from school sick with a stomach virus, but looking much better today. He got to hear the heartbeat and even the baby having hiccups.
At this point, I look like I've got no more room to grow, but apparently I do... four weeks' worth! It's getting serious now... to the point where the brain thinks about nothing but the baby at the office (not at home, of course, since I've got triple more things to do here than at work).
Man, we thought we had the boy's name settled... but we might rethink it because the name is common. We try to give our kids uncommon names (uncommon is not that same thing as far out). I've been too many late nights doing name research.
The newsletters are telling me to start packing my bag for the hospital and provide suggestions of what to pack such as a rice-filled sock (for massaging), tennis balls in a sock (for massaging), music (I don't wear hearing aids during the fun), and other homemade things. Well, the first time, I did take a couple of these things and they never made it out of the bag.
If you or someone you know found something useful, that's great. My point is the books, magazines, and newsletters get a little pack-happy with their suggestions. I just need a change of clothes, toiletries, phone book, and a couple of magazines. Everything I need is at the hospital. I like the rocking chair and the crushed ice.
The tricky thing about packing a bag is that you don't want to pack something away that's perfectly wearable until the big day. For the most part, I just pack toiletries, socks, cameras... the basics, and I hang up an outfit near the bag. So, if nothing happens, I can wear the outfit and just take out another.
When will I pack? Probably not till the end of April or first week of May. Actually, I am supposed to go to Fort Worth (one hour away) one week before my due date. It'll be interesting to see how that works out. It depends on the baby's progress. The hospital is across the street from the house, so I don't think it's much trouble for anyone to pick up a few things for me if packing dosen't happen.
I've been seeing more and more articles and ads for helping people increase their chances of controlling the gender of a baby during conception. One of the more well known methods is the Shettles Method. Choosing your baby's sex: What the scientists say gives the facts and explains the various methods. As for us, we let nature take its course.
One thing I can tell you, we didn't do anything different with our daughter and son. Obviously, the dad donated an X the first time and a Y the second time. We'll find out in six weeks who won the race.
Anyone who knows me well knows I don't like not knowing what's coming. Oh, sure, I can be spontaneous and do enjoy it... Just not when something big is at stake. For example, when I graduated from college, I didn't have a job. Instead of enjoying my family and graduation, I was depressed at the thought of not know what was next for the first time in my life. When I graduated from high school, I knew I was going to college. I did land a job within a month after graduating.
Here I am six weeks away from my due date and I have no clue how long my maternity leave will be or the situation my family will be in. Paul has been looking for a job harder than he ever has in his life and I've been helping. But realistically, it isn't easy to find a job in eight weeks (he's been out of a job almost two weeks). This is not a good feeling and my helping him is one way I try to chase it away. I've also been pushing harder to find more writing and editing work, since I love doing it and can get right back to doing it a few days after the baby is born.
Friends and family tell me it will all work out. I do my best to believe that... But the clock is ticking.