Monthly Archives: November 2005

Ta da!


As you know, Bean has sprouted! I met my son for the first time Friday morning, and am absolutely smitten. Since I last wrote, Thursday afternoon, it’s been quite the adventure – including the emergency c-section that brought him into this world. We’ve now been home for about 24 hours. Okay, his mouth is indicating a need to eat, so I’ll have to finish my thoughts later.


Another change


So, we went to our fetal monitoring appointment, and there’s been another change of plans. We’ve stopped at home to get our stuff, and now we’re headed to the hospital. We’re off to have a baby!

Next update on the other side, when I imagine I’ll have greater insight into the phrase “hurts like a mother.”



I feel like a tease, leading everyone on.

At this morning’s OB visit (can I tell you how discombobulating it is to go on a Tuesday, after going on Wednesdays for the past eight months?), I got a reprieve. My stress has been building for the past couple of days, not sure if I should go with the induction or delay a little longer, wishing that I’d just go into labor on my own. Last night, I put the sheets on Bean’s cosleeper, thinking that if I showed we were really ready, s/he would push into the world. I was so disappointed to wake up in the night and find that my only sensation was needing to urinate, and not that of labor. (As my mother pointed out, the benefit of this whole experience is that I’m actually looking forward to labor.)

So, this morning, the doctor sensed my hesitation and said we can wait a little longer. Thursday, we have an appointment for fetal monitoring. Friday, I’m to show up at the hospital at 6:00 am for induction, if we don’t go into labor on our own before then. I’m down with that. The good thing is that, even though I was hesitant, right before we went into the examining room, I reached a decision – that I was okay with induction tomorrow. My rationale? While the next 24 hours would be stressful, convincing the doctor to delay longer would involve a different stress, one that would last longer, and I figured the stress is not good for Bean. So I opted for shorter stress. But since the suggestion came from the doctor, and I’d already reconciled myself to the idea of induction, a delay of a few days is good.

So, really, Friday is it, at the latest.



My Lord! My Lord! I praise Thee and I thank Thee for that whereby Thou hast favored Thine humble maidservant, Thy slave beseeching and supplicating Thee, because Thou hast verily guided her unto Thine obvious Kingdom and caused her to hear thine exalted Call in the contingent world and to behold thy Signs which prove the appearance of Thy victorious reign over all things.

O my Lord, I dedicate that which is in my womb unto Thee. Then cause it to be a praiseworthy child in Thy Kingdom and a fortunate one by Thy favor and Thy generosity; to develop and to grow up under the charge of Thine education. Verily, Thou art the Gracious! Verily, Thou art the Lord of Great Favor!

– `Abdu’l-Bahá
Eight months ago tonight, Sam and I experienced one of the greatest changes of our lives: we found out that we were becoming parents. That was the first night I said the above prayer, knowing that it really applied to me. (On pilgrimage, I said it for a number of pregnant friends, and even for myself, just in case… but didn’t really believe it applied to me.)

We had, earlier that afternoon, arrived in Honolulu after a couple of weeks away – going on pilgrimage in Israel, via New York and Zurich. I’d spent much of our trip expecting my period – it was the right time, I soaked my pajamas with sweating probably five nights in a row (a regular premenstrual thing for me, but never have I experienced it in three different countries), I had short bouts of intense fatigue…. But no period. Our last night in Israel was spent at the airport, waiting for the counters to open. I was exhausted and had the chills, to the point that I donned my down coat (complete with hood, as if I were channeling Sharie in Sideways Stories from Wayside School) and went to sleep.

Friday, the 11th, we arrived at JFK, took the train into the city and met with a potential employer. After conversation and what turned out to be the last caffeinated latte I had, we headed up to Westchester to turn in for the night. Early the next morning we left for home. I remember that, at the airport, I opted for a decaf tea instead of a coffee, but I can’t remember my rationale.

The afternoon of March 12th, we arrived home. I was exhausted, but determined to at least buy some groceries. I went out and bought some staples and perused the selection of laxative teas. Despite my constipation, I decided against the tea, since most of them had warnings against consumption while pregnant. I didn’t really think I was pregnant, but realized it was a possibility. I decided I would take a test in the morning.

After dinner, Sam and I crashed on the couch. I woke up around 11:00 pm and, though groggy, decided I didn’t want to wait until morning to take the pregnancy test. Still expecting it to be negative, I peed on the stick and was astounded when the pink line developed in both boxes. Was this real?! I hurriedly woke up Sam. He stumbled to the bathroom and took a moment to process the information I was presenting. We were so happy about this amazing surprise.

We then realized that the test was an old one. (Even if it hadn’t been, we probably would have sought additional confirmation.) So, Sam went out and bought another pregnancy test, which was also positive. The next morning, the calls began – sharing the good news with all of our family members.

Now as I come to the end of this part of the life change, it’s odd to think back to the first part – the part before we knew that we were taking our first child with us to the other side of the world, and then the discovery that we had. I think the trip was a part of the reason we didn’t hesitate in sharing the news: we figured if Bean had endured the numerous and long flights – both in the air, and of the stairs up and down the city of Haifa – surely s/he was here to stay.

I was blown away that night eight months ago. But I’m sure it won’t hold a candle to how I’ll feel in the next few days when Bean enters the world.

A brief respite


Today, I did something I’ve been meaning to do all week – I floated in the ocean. I’ve been craving the relief and caress of the ocean, hoping it would relieve some of the discomfort in my back everywhere. There’s nothing like ocean water to do a body good. Which is why I haven’t bothered with the pool downstairs – chlorine doesn’t have the same restorative powers.

But, today, I finally made the trip – the whole 1.5 mile trip – to the beach and spent a lovely time, just floating around, overseen not only by the City & County lifeguard on the shore, but my own personal lifeguard, standing in the water nearby. I now jokingly call my mother my keeper, as I’m not “allowed” to go anywhere by myself these days.

The only weird part about the venture was when I had to come ashore. Man, did I feel heavy! After being weightless for half an hour, I was suddenly very aware of how much weight I’m carrying. My belly felt like I needed an extra person to carry it. But the walk to the car restored my balance.

A pregnancy update: yesterday’s OB appointment indicated only slight cervical progress. But my doctor’s willing to wait another week. She did a quick ultrasound just to confirm that Bean’s head is pointing down, which it is. So, we’re keeping our fingers crossed for delivery in the next five days. I like to think that my increasing discomfort is indicative of something. However, if, by next Tuesday, Bean has not arrived, induction will be scheduled for Wednesday. Crazy to know that, no matter what, I’ll be an honest-to-goodness mother in the next six days. Bean might be only a week old when my dad and brother first meet him or her. I’d say that’s not too bad, considering how far spread the family is.

Free for the right feet


Last night, I was checking out craigslist, looking for potential holiday housing for family. (Yay, the New Orleans Mojganis will reunite, for the first time in more than three years, in just two weeks!) I didn’t find quite what I was looking for, but I did find a laugh:

Looking for a lady with extremely high feet arches and with the bone build-up in the back upper heel area (like small bump)usually irritated from rubbing with the back part of the shoe.
If you do have this type of foot give me a call as soon as possible to work out an agreement were you can have a temporary access to this furnished recent remodeled one bedroom Waikiki condo just two blocks from Waikiki beach in exchange you will get foot worship and feet massages. No nudity no sex.
Forward close up bare feet pictures.

Sounds like this foot fetishist has hit upon a way to get free pictures, even without sharing the apartment. And how temporary is the access, you think? Just long enough for some foot worshipping?