The most wonderful baby shower ever!

 

Last week, I had the privilege of experiencing an American baby shower first hand. The subject of this gathering was my 6-week-old little boy Scot Lewis. The ladies of the congregation my husband David is about to pastor organized it, and what a gathering for such a little person. It was a special evening and our heartfelt thanks goes to all these ladies who gave up a busy summer evening to come.

Is this ALL for me ?

 

 

 

 

 

It was not a shower, but a deluge! Wonderfully thought-out gifts which all just fitted into the van before my two girls and little Scot trundled off home. Of course he was ready to party all night after being lovingly held and rocked all evening by the ladies, each in various stages of their maternal instincts. Some grans, some mums, and some “One day I wanna be a mommys.” It was worth being up half the night afterwards with a hyper-stimulated son! :)

The greatest baby ever and the greatest gift ever

Earlier in the day my thoughts went to a wonderful baby shower in the Bible; that of the Lord Jesus, one night, 2,000 years ago in Bethlehem.

It was planned in heaven long before any baby was born into this world. What expensive gifts: gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Gold for a king, but also myrrh that bespoke death and burial. I wonder what went through their minds as they chose these?

Here is the amazing thing though. The wise men gave the gifts to the baby Jesus, but HE GAVE these to them first, as the one who gives everything. In a sense, they were giving back what was already His. A helpless babe, but the giver of all things.

Even more wonderful is this. He Himself was a gift, THE greatest gift ever. They gave Him gifts, but He gave them the GREATEST gift ever, Himself. He was their Savior, their King. He was THE gift of salvation to them.

Where are these men now? They are still offering their gifts to Him, in heaven. Only they give much greater than gold, frankincense and myrrh. They give adoration in praise and thankfulness forever.

Do you have the greatest gift in your possession? Will you have adoration and thankfulness to this baby forever? Do I? Will I?

Well, these were my thoughts as I reflected on Scot’s future, all our children’s future, and the future of all the young girls who joined us on that happy evening. Will they know Jesus as their precious Savior gift when all earthly gifts have faded and gone? I plead with the Lord that they will. I am thankful for a willing Savior.

O children, hither do ye come,

and unto me give ear;

I shall you teach to understand

how ye the Lord should fear.

(Scottish Metrical Psalm 34:11)

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Distracted

While I was working on a book review for this blog, our IT-son sent an email to remind all of us that next week is our oldest grandchild’s fourth birthday, the Lord willing. What a distraction. Being the last-minute-person I am, I decided then and there to crochet a little girl’s purse. Went out to get some cotton yarn in seven different colors and borrowed heavily from different websites to get this cute little handbag.

 

The ideas for the shape and pattern came from this link and this one; the instructions for the flowers and leaves came from this site.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then, just when I packed the little purse to mail it to Ontario, we get a call that our daughter’s water broke and her labor is in full swing. Now I am even more distracted…

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PS. We’re so humbled and thankful; a healthy little boy was born just before dinner today.

“Lo, children are a heritage of the Lord, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.” Psalm 127:3

 

Busy Being Lazy

The busier I ought to be, the lazier I am. That’s how it feels anyway.

Anyone with grown children knows how time consuming they can be. I often thought “Yeah, right” when people would tell me that little children generate little cares, but older children, bigger cares. In those overwhelming times of dirty diapers and “Dare to Discipline” I did not think it could get more exhausting. But now I know. It is a different kind of exhaustion; it’s less a physical and more a mental fatigue.

Now I am coming back to the first sentence. I might look lazy but am actually hard at work.  When phone-counseling our daughter struggling with huge issues in her foster teenage daughter, I might as well sit comfortably in the sun, right? So I do. And I need to watch at least one softball game; after all, three of our sons play in the same league. And when our ready-to-deliver-any-moment pregnant daughter pops in for a visit, of course we sip our water and eat our cherries on the deck with our feet up.

Part of parting is taking the time for these last visits and cozy talks, so instead of packing like crazy I am sitting a lot. Thankfully my husband is very diligent on his Mondays off, and we do a lot of sorting and boxing up then. I love to do this with him; he is a good coach in helping me to let go of things.

One of the hardest ‘things’ to let go of, was our faithful Sheba, our lovely Labrador mutt we had for 11 years. She was getting blind, old and stiff, got an ugly growth on her lip and in other areas, and began to have bathroom issues. In order to avoid any more puddles and piles in the basement we took her into our bedroom so I could take her out when needed.

Sheba with the three daughters of our much valued dog-sitter

But that began costing me valuable, and already hard to come by, hours of sleep.  So for our 34th anniversary, when my husband asked me what I wanted to do, I wished him to come with me and bring Sheba into the vet’s clinic where they would put her to sleep, so I didn’t need to see her go. And he gladly drove with me during rush hour and brought our sweet dog inside the building. I could not have done that without crying my eyes out and having a headache the rest of the evening.

Of course in turn I asked what I could do for him. He was ready with an answer, he had
run out of the Dutch kind of wash mitts and he wondered if I could please wash them. See, my husband never got used to the American wash cloths and years ago I made lots of the
Dutch ‘washandjes’ that he liked so much better. It’s basically just a little pouch made of terry cloth where you can stick your hand in. So there is again a fresh stack of them in the bathroom.

That gives you a little insight into some of our marital moments; neither of us is very romantic. I like it this way. We don’t need to stress out what we could surprise the other with, we just ask. It wasn’t always like that. I have had my times of moping because he didn’t think of something special to surprise me with. Something I did not even know myself I wanted to be surprised by. Not that there never are sweet surprises, there are, but not per se on Hallmark kind of days. I have learned to appreciate his readiness to help, any time I need him. I just have to ask. How cool is that?

So yeah, it is now 34 years ago that we left father and mother to cleave to each other and set up house 4,905 miles away. And we’re still stuck. The ‘glue’ has lasted, no thanks to us. We know what the Psalmist meant when he wrote: “Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory, for thy mercy, and for thy truth’s sake.” Psalm 115:1

And that is what I have learned to value more and more; God’s mercy and truth, but also my husband’s. And he, like no other human, knows how much and how often I am in need of both.

So here is to my better half: Happy Anniversary—looking forward to the next 34 years if the Lord tarries and He spares us!

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Random Thoughts

As you might have heard we are in the process of pulling our tent stakes in Michigan to move to Arkansas. And these days thoughts are flitting around in my head like a hummingbird darting from flower to flower; this is just a sample:

Smiles

Can’t help smiling every time I think of Shona so relieved and thankful to finally cradle her little American Scot, (or is it Scottish American?), waited on hand and foot by her Scottish husband, surrounded by the delighted Scottish brothers and sisters, and lovingly cared for by Scottish-in-laws. A little “Isle of Scots” in Michigan.

Mixed joy

Rejoicing that spring has finally arrived in Michigan, but, so have the mosquitoes—in droves. We are fighting them everywhere. And if I lose I am scratching welts for days. The inside of our van is as dirty with bug innards as the windshield on the outside. I might even forget to bring my cell phone these days, but not the fly swatter—it reaches all the way down the dashboard.

On that note, in Arkansas mosquitoes are not the main summer pests, ticks and chiggers are; that should make me feel better, right? From what I have heard chiggers are like ticks, but they don’t carry diseases.

This is what I learned from motherearthnews.com:

Ounce for ounce, the almost-microscopic chigger may cause more irritation than any other critter. Yet contrary to popular belief, chiggers don’t suck blood or burrow under the skin. They eat skin cells, which they dissolve with digestive enzymes. The human immune system defends bitten areas by forming a hard wall of cells, called a stylostome. Conveniently for the chigger, these stylostomes double as strawlike feeding tubes. And there’s the rub — and the scratch — it’s your own immune system’s response that causes the intense itching.

Someone on another site tried to encourage people who suffer from chigger-phobia with the following words:

Anyway, don’t worry about them. You’re going to get a few no matter what you try to do prevent it. Adopt a zen attitude. Ticks are here for a reason too! We just seem to have a problem understanding what that reason is.

Well, I have no problem understanding. We have pesky little bugs lest we forget that Paradise will not be on this earth—yet. We need these reminders so we don’t get too comfortable here. And instead of Zen, I’d rather be enlightened by the One Who created these little bugs. The One Who can say: “I am the light of the world: he that follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.” John 8:12

To part

One French phrase that has stuck since high school, was “Partir, c’est mourir un peu.” . And I think the poet had it right that “to part is to die a little”. When you have to say goodbyes to a community you have belonged to for more than 15 years, you do leave pieces of yourself behind. Especially painful when that includes children and grandchildren.

But there is another way in which preparing to move away is a bit like dying; in a positive way though. All of a sudden people are saying or writing nice comments they would not have said, had things gone on the way they were. Comments that are very encouraging to hear. Leaving is a good, albeit a somewhat extreme way, to find out what people appreciate you for.

Little foxes

You would think that for someone who can relatively easy trust the Lord for providing all things in this process of uprooting, she can trust Him for the less significant things for sure. How little I knew myself. Solomon already warned that it is the ‘little foxes that spoil the vines’. And so I found myself fretting about otherwise good homes, but with laminate floors; and feel more attracted to a house with a crooked foundation, but with real wood or honest vinyl floors. It’s the fakeness, the pretending to be wood, of laminate that I have a hard time with. I confessed these feelings to the Lord and let Him deal with it. If He gives me laminate floors He will help me be thankful for them. And He has given me every reason to be thankful when He opened the way for us to a home that is beautiful and very suitable; it has no laminate floors, only a soft, but strange color carpet (in still good condition) throughout the house—I am sure I will get used to it—eventually.

He is there

Moving is so much about ‘stuff’. It is daunting to look at the neatly stacked multitude of—still empty—banana boxes in the garage. Therefore it was wonderful to have the opportunity to meet with our new church family. It’s not about things; it is about the Body of our Lord. And when it becomes evident that all true local manifestations of His Body have the same Foundation, it doesn’t matter so much where you areHe is there ”in the midst of them”!

Calamity

I just heard of the terrible twister that touched down in Oklahoma and caused so much death and destruction. What is man when the Lord speaks in such a terrifying way? And why am I sitting here quietly and safe while for others all safety and quiet was for a few moments withdrawn and in its place came roaring violence? Oh Lord, comfort the bereaved; heal the wounded; show Thyself faithful and gracious in giving “beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness”.

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Babies and bathtubs: Interview by Trillia Newbell

At the risk of boring you all to tears with baby talk, I have posted an interview that Trillia Newbell asked me to do with her this week for The Council of Biblical Womanhood and Manhood.

As Elina is busy house hunting and I’m busy NOT having my baby yet :( this is all we have time for this week. This is a more serious take on the whole subject.

Titus Two Tuesday: Shona Murray

If you have time, why not check out Trillia’s own site, Where Life and Faith Collide, where you will find a lot of good stuff.

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Time to finish all this baby talk. But I must tell you about entertainment and Tummy Tubs before signing off this subject.

Baby Entertainment 101

From the every first time she shakes a rattle, pushes a button, rolls a ball…. you’ll realize your little one is a sponge soaking up as much of her experience as possible (BabiesRus).. can’t get the “R” to go backwards.

 

I can make things happen! (Fisher Price)

High-contrast, colorful, geometric patterns and shapes (future Einstein?)

Mobiles, wrist rattles, bouncers, rockers, crib toys, ipod docking stations on cribs (future cheer leader or rock star?)

Stuffed animals, rubber toys, and board books ( future museum curator or librarian?)

Bouncers, baby gyms, play mats, activity centers, baby walkers, balls, doorway jumpers (future gymnast or snowboarder?)

All, essential nursery hardware.

sensory, fine motor, gross motor, balance and coordination, curiosity and discovery, imagination and creativity, thinking and problem solving, ACADEMICS (poor kid), sharing and cooperation, listening and communication, self expression and confidence, security and happiness. (Fisher Price)

Substitute baby hyper-stimulation, disorientation, can’t listen, can’t talk, can’t think, can’t share, introverted, miserable, and “I want…” That’s after mom and dad have broken bones  and bruises from tripping over all the paraphernalia. Save yourself the trip to ER, and the baby a trip to a Psychiatrist for Ritalin! Prime recipe for ADHD long before he gets to video games and smart phones. It makes Epcot a tranquil experience!

And lets not forget the riding toys…..progressing to trikes, bikes, quads and the graduation Porsche!

 

Let’s get back to real fun, the old pots and pans and daddy’s shoes!

 

Bath time
Bath tub or kitchen sink? Well, even that has undergone a revolution. The TUMMMY TUB! You guessed it, a glorified bucket! The rationale? Makes baby feel secure, as if they are still in the womb.They sit upright like a buddha, limbs and lower half in fetal position, and squashed inside the bucket. If you don’t believe me, check this out! Pay close attention to the laughter and fun these little guys are having (not).

Poor kids. Stuck in the womb for nine months, my four couldn’t get out fast enough with all their kicking and shoving. They threatened to burst my seams any minute. Now I’m supposed to stuff my poor little tot back into a “plastic womb” (BUCKET!!) I don’t know about yours, but my lot have been fiercely independent since the moment they got out into fresh air.

Admittedly, my first got his face wet as he rolled in my hands on his maiden voyage in the bath tub, leaving hubby having to take over, while I wailed that I nearly drowned the baby! Not the kind of first calm bath you imagine your cute new arrival to have, as mom and dad coo over him. Welcome to child rearing. Never goes as planned!

Furthermore, how are we supposed to prop up a newborn’s head and wash him at the same time? You would have to be an octopus!

There are no nasty chemicals in this bucket’s PVC though, so he can chew it. Watch the flood!!

The worst thing is that this gadget was developed in Europe ( ahem , NOT Scotland!). But, no shortage of Americans who want to buy this novelty:) At a princely sum of $34 it sells well, and guess what? You can even get a stool/stand to hold mother up for another mere $54.

I’ll stick to the good old bath tub and let him watch the waves crashing off the sides!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, by now I’ve probably lost all my friends! Enough of the tongue in cheek…..

What really matters for our newborns?
Who has the best solution to meet all their needs? None of us, but the Lord Jesus. Whatever perceived need our little ones may have, there is one they most definitely have. They have a never dying soul and need to be born again. They need a Heavenly father greater than any earthly father or mother. They need washed in more than a bucket or bathtub, they need washed in the blood of Christ. They need fed by His Word and matured by His grace. They need a home, a Heavenly Home.

So, for all we human, sinful parents who want the best for our children, let’s take them to Christ every day, plead with Him to be birth them again, and bring them one day to the best country and best home of all, His Heavenly Home, in HIs Heavenly Kingdom.

Ye must be born again. John 3:7

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Feeding time for the baby!

“Mom, I’m starving,” All new moms know this cry. Long before your teenager comes into the house to forage in the pantry for more cookies, he has long ago, cried, “I’m starving,” with piercing yells.

1.”Breast is best ”
Very true, but better still is a baby with a full stomach, and a sane mother. And happy mother means happy household. So if the poor child is screaming despite all mother’s lactating efforts, he’ll get formula too. And, no, I won’t go on a guilt trip over the occasional bottle of formula and a good night’s rest all round for everyone in the house. Neither will I go on a guilt trip about my maternal inadequacies. I won’t blame myself for the “inevitable” eczema, asthma, allergies, psychological trauma, and whatever else is blamed on moms who didn’t fully, or in some cases couldn’t breast feed.

Whoever heard of, “My mom never bonded with me or loved me, ‘cos she didn’t exclusively breast feed me?” By the way, there is a whole lot more to the etiology of these conditions than not exclusively breast feeding.

So, give first time moms, especially, a break and don’t beat them up with this one if they are beginning to crack with exhaustion.

2. Baby food.
Same goes with this. No solids until “3 months,” then they said,”4 months,” then “6 months”…!! And we wonder why so many infants are reluctant to part with that breast or bottle at 1 year, and refuse to eat anything else but milk.

Well, I told others, with my “medical expertise” similar things. At least then, it was 3 months.   So much for my expertise when baby #1 came along. By 2 months he was frantic. With huge angst, I ditched my medical hat, took my mother’s advice, and fed him a little baby rice. He nearly ate the spoon! He hasn’t stopped eating since!  And no, he didn’t get kidney failure or obesity. I threaten him with the likelihood of the latter, when my pantry has been emptied of all the cookies, leaving me with none!

6 months?? My poor little kids would definitely have starved by then, and I would have been well and truly deranged.

Please, let’s be sensible!! Maybe 2 months is early, but 6 ??!!

So, in this house, it’s real food for the little guy when he’s that hungry, graduating to Scott’s Porridge Oats for breakfast to make him a true Scot. Oh…but he won’t be a real Scot. Not if he’s born in America. Never mind, he’ll still get Scott’s porridge oats anyway. :) And he can be President one day. My other kids can’t.

If anyone from home could bring over a can of Irn Bru (Scotland’s national pop) that would be good too:)

I’ll save the “baby bath time trends” for tomorrow and finish this little series quick before he arrives!

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Babies and Bathtubs (3)

Number 3 in this little series on having an American baby. I’ll wind up later this  week with the fourth and fifth posts.

What ideas are trendy these days in childbirth on BOTH sides of The Pond?

1. “Natural “is the buzz word.
What does it actually mean? In the West it probably means no intervention. Does that mean what the cat does when she goes and hides, has her kittens and out she comes a few days later? In the true sense, it has to mean this. But do you know anyone who does this? No one is quite that natural, because we are NOT animals, despite all the trendy references to “primal instincts” in the books. One book I came across says this:

Let Your Monkey Do It

 

Learning to Love the Primate in you

 

….In labor with my first baby twenty years later, without thinking about why, I reverted to the old pattern and imagined that I was a mountain lion. Emulating an animal made it easier for me to access the power that I instinctively knew I needed during labor…. ”

 

( Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth) leading mid-wife and author of Spiritual Midwifery

 

Eh, keep your mountain lions and monkeys. There is nothing spiritual about them or their experiences. I am made in God’s image. Listen to what He says right back in Genesis:

I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in SORROW thou shalt bring forth children..(Genesis 3:16)

Many poor laboring women who go into the jungle don’t come out, nor do their babies. Remember Rachel, Jacob’s wife and Phinehas’ wife?

That goes for pain too. Who are we trying to kid? “painless,” “experience of ecstasy,” “exhilaration?” Listen to how God describes it in the Bible: “pain,” “anguish,” “travailing.”

Great blessing. Wonderful privelege. But hey, let’s stop trying to be superwoman and express our gratitude to God for the day we live in, when maternal and infant mortality are so low. God has ordained means of medical intervention where needed.

So, I’ll take everything they give if needed and focus on getting us both out of this in one piece instead of nursing my ego. I don’t believe in unnecessary heroics.

2. Mini swimming pool ( birthing pool )
Eh.. no thanks! if I want to swim, I’ll wait until I’m not pregnant and swim in a pool at least big enough for a couple of strokes, not a fancy toddler pool.

I wonder if they will be delivering one of these gadgets to the palace? Poor Kate, she’ll have no end of gadgets arriving from all the experts.

3. At birth, place the baby on mother’s skin
Essential for “bonding.” Believe me, this kid has had far more than skin deep bonding with me over these last 9 months. Give him a break. He’s just got out and wants to say “hello” to Dad! Time for Dad to get a turn! Hand him the child and let this little guy say  ”Hi!” to his daddy. He’ll get enough of me in the next few weeks.

4. Cord cutting by dads.
Some kind of initiation ceremony?

Well, frankly, by then I would think my poor husband will have been traumatized enough. If  he isn’t on the floor by now, he soon will be.

When my mom had me, my dad was 200 miles away, caring for the rest of the brood (the olden days). Guess what? I love them both to bits!

There’s far more to bonding, than dads playing surgeons and mom and baby getting hypothermia. So, I’ll leave that one to those who know what they’re doing. Let’s just get the job done!

Tomorrow, feeding and bath time.

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In the second post of this little series on having my 5th child, here in America at 45, I’ll talk about questions I have been asked.

What trendy questions do people ask in America?

1. When is it due?
Good question and shows concern and politeness.

2. Is it a boy or a girl?
I’m OK with that. I never knew before, but with older kids at home, they were desperate to know. Suffice to say that my teeenage boys are very happy and are already making plans to teach their little sibling the fine arts of hunting and fishing.

3. Was it planned?
Well that’s a conversation stopper! Are you in training to be an OB/GYN? Even if you are, in all my years of working in Medicine, this one was not on my list of questions. Even in Medicine, some questions are totally irrelevant to the situation at hand, and patients have a right to SOME privacy.

It’s America! :)

Anyone got a good answer? I’m sure my granny would never have been asked this one. Some things about the olden days I really like. Decorum was high on their list, Facebook scan photos didn’t exist, and Facebook test kit photos??? Enough said.

Here’s my answer, “God planned it !”End of conversation!

And PLEASE stop patting my tummy! I’ll tell you if there is something wrong with it. No you are not patting the baby or “the bump”. It’s actually MY abdominal wall.

I have to keep reminding myself, “It’s America!” Poor Kate Middleton’s dignified posture with that hand bag (purse) would not do well here. It hides the bump! Here, you are defined by your bump:) Pregnant women flex the bump like my teenage sons flex their biceps! Photos are a must, and not forgetting Facebook….

 

 

 

 

 

 

4.When’s the baby shower?
I’m Scottish. We believe in holding live babies in our arms first. After all, he is about to embark on the most dangerous journey of his life (that’s true). So we do the showering after he has made it, poor fellow. Not to mention that it is not exactly a cruise for mothers either, and many in the past didn’t make it. In fact in many cultures they still don’t. So first things first!

5. Is the nursery ready?
What nursery? No, same reason as #4. Anyway, what’s wrong with sharing our room for a while, especially with all this talk about bonding. When he can sleep through the night like the rest of the kids, he can graduate to his own room or share with another.

Some young friends are just back from a Mexico mission trip where they built a single room house, for NINE of a family. Everyone eats and sleeps in the same room together. No nurseries there.

“This is America!”

6. In womb entertainment?
Special headphones you can attach to your tummy and play music to your baby. Wow! ADD here we come! Anyway, our little guy seems to enjoy the Scottish Psalter without the headphones. He seems to jump around plenty after we sing those at Family Worship. I think he likes the Regulative Principle already! Forget the headphones!

Later, I’ll tell you all about the current birthing trends.

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A Scottish immigrant to the USA, age 45, and having a baby almost 10 years after #4  is perhaps slightly unusual.

What’s changed since my last one on the baby front, and what is different to back home in the old country? A whole lot of things, not all sensible.

For one thing, at 45 I am considered “high risk.” I don’t know where that leaves the multiple pregnancies of forty-somethings in generations gone by.

In this first of 3 posts, let’s look at the latest :

Do’s and Don’ts

1. Don’t eat Great Lakes fish; full of mercury.
Just when I had been eating loads of it after my husband’s fishing exploits last fall. What a waste of good fish.

2. No more than one coffee a day!
Apparently, a study somewhere showed more than one coffee per day increased the number of miscarriages or pre-term births. One poor woman I read of who had a miscarriage felt guilty that she had been drinking a daily Starbucks. Poor lady, I hope someone told her that is not what caused it.

3. Mandatory daily vitamin pills the size of bullets.
Sorry, can’t swallow them without almost choking. OK, I do take the odd one here and there. My preferred option: EAT YOUR FOOD.

4. Don’t change the cat litter and don’t touch hamsters!
Yipee! Finally, a great excuse to get the kids to change the litter, by making them feel guilty:) Guess what?! The cat’s pregnant too! It’s a toss up which of us will pop first. It had better be me, then the cat is someone else’s problem. I’ll be too busy.

And not touch the poor hamster? She’s really cute.

5. Get lots of sleep (a luxury for moms).

6. Sleep on your left side (what if I can’t sleep on my left side?)

7. Don’t sleep on your back.
You may block your vena cava -an important blood vessel – and die (I think I’ll know long before then if I’m cutting off my circulation).

8. Don’t sleep on your belly.
Any pregnant lady who can actually sleep on her tummy deserves an award.

9. Get good appropriate exercise.

The safest and most productive activities apparently are: “swimming, brisk walking, indoor stationary bicycling and low-impact aerobics (taught by a certified aerobics instructor)…”

This must be for pregnancy #1 !!!

No mention of vacuuming, picking up several times a day after kids, weight lifting 5 gallons of milk and the rest of two cart loads of groceries at the store, filling and emptying the washing machine, cleaning bathrooms, scrubbing floors….

That would be pregnancy #5!!!! They just forgot to mention it.

I wonder what Kate Middleton is doing? Vacuuming or aerobics with instructor? I know, holding her tummy in with that handbag (“purse” if you’re American) :) Could start a trend!

Tomorrow I’ll talk about the questions I’ve been asked.

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