A colleague introduced me to something today called Eagle Cam... It's a bald eagle with her baby eagles...
This got me thinking...
Should I do a Byrd Cam once my baby byrd is born??? How horrific would that be? Me, totally sleep deprived and a screaming newborn!!!
Take a look at the Eagle Cam and "Get a Rare Look Inside a Bald Eagle Nest in the Wild"
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Fire in the Heart
For the most part, yesterday was a good day. I took my meds, so I didn't puke. I had a delicious pizza lunch at Artichoke with one of my colleagues and a lovely trade magazine publisher, who I adore. I got a nice amount of work done and then I capped off the day by paying my good friend A a visit. She has a newborn, so I've been taking note during our visits. Her baby, H, is completely adorable and quite well behaved which is giving me pretty high expectations for my little one. She keeps telling me how tough it is to have a newborn, but whenever I see them together it looks so easy and he's so sweet, that it's tough to believe it's hard. However, given how shocked I've been by the toll pregnancy has taken on my life, I am trying my hardest to heed her words of wisdom and mentally prepare for the next phase of this process.
Lucky for me, I still have about 4.5 months to get ready. After some chatting we realized it was dinner time and A asked me if I wanted to order in or eat this rotisserie chicken they had in the fridge. Eating out is really challenging for me because of how bland my tastes have become, so as lame as it sounds, the chicken sounded quite good, especially when paired with a 5 bean salad A had from Whole Foods (all the baby books recommend eating beans for a variety of health benefits). We sat down, I nursed my plate for close to an hour, hour and a half and did a pretty good job (I can't believe how I have to force food down my throat these days, it's wild)...
By then it was getting close to 9pm, and I decided it was time to call it a night. I gave A + H a kiss goodnight and headed out into the spring snow/sleet/ick storm to try and get a cab. Standing on the corner, arm raised, I didn't see anything coming, but I stayed hopeful (which is odd... I have a track record of throwing mini tantrums when I can't get a cab... it's one of those NY things that makes me feel completely helpless and stranded when all I want to do is get home). I see these two guys stumble out of a bar across the street from where I've been patiently standing for a minute or two and I can tell they're going to be competition for me... The battle is on... All of a sudden an off duty cab starts to roll down the street... My arms are waving... I can tell the driver see's me and he see's them and it's up to him. Lucky for me, he pulls right up to me and says, hop in... He says, "Those guys were going to try and steal the next cab from you and I couldn't let that happen." My savior. I tell him how I can't believe these men would try and steal a cab from a young lady who is pregnant, carrying a heavy backpack (there will be posts on this later) in the snow/sleet/ick AND who has clearly been waiting for longer than they have. So then he starts asking me about the baby, what will we name him / her, etc... A very nice cabby... the kind who deserves a big tip! As we're rolling up to my apartment, he says to me, "Can I make a same suggestion?" I say, "Of course"... And he says, "Anakin." To which I reply, "Like Skywalker?" And he says, "Exactly." Then he goes on to ask me if that's too strong of a name. And I didn't want to ruin this lovely cab ride home, so I told him we would think about it. It would be a contender. I paid my fare and headed up to the apartment and that's where it happened...
FIRE IN THE HEART
Crazy, terrible, horrific heartburn... the kind where you think you're having a heart attack and you have a golf ball sized pill stuck in your throat. This is altogether something new for me... I never experienced heartburn prior to pregnancy and didn't even really know what it was. I pull out the doc-approved cherry flavored Maalox and begin to chug. I build a mountain of pillows, prop myself up and read my Us Weekly waiting for it to subside... waiting, waiting, waiting... How long does this stuff take to work??? My husband comes home, rubs my back for a few and all of a sudden, heart no longer on fire... THANK GOD. Time to go to sleep.
Lucky for me, I still have about 4.5 months to get ready. After some chatting we realized it was dinner time and A asked me if I wanted to order in or eat this rotisserie chicken they had in the fridge. Eating out is really challenging for me because of how bland my tastes have become, so as lame as it sounds, the chicken sounded quite good, especially when paired with a 5 bean salad A had from Whole Foods (all the baby books recommend eating beans for a variety of health benefits). We sat down, I nursed my plate for close to an hour, hour and a half and did a pretty good job (I can't believe how I have to force food down my throat these days, it's wild)...
By then it was getting close to 9pm, and I decided it was time to call it a night. I gave A + H a kiss goodnight and headed out into the spring snow/sleet/ick storm to try and get a cab. Standing on the corner, arm raised, I didn't see anything coming, but I stayed hopeful (which is odd... I have a track record of throwing mini tantrums when I can't get a cab... it's one of those NY things that makes me feel completely helpless and stranded when all I want to do is get home). I see these two guys stumble out of a bar across the street from where I've been patiently standing for a minute or two and I can tell they're going to be competition for me... The battle is on... All of a sudden an off duty cab starts to roll down the street... My arms are waving... I can tell the driver see's me and he see's them and it's up to him. Lucky for me, he pulls right up to me and says, hop in... He says, "Those guys were going to try and steal the next cab from you and I couldn't let that happen." My savior. I tell him how I can't believe these men would try and steal a cab from a young lady who is pregnant, carrying a heavy backpack (there will be posts on this later) in the snow/sleet/ick AND who has clearly been waiting for longer than they have. So then he starts asking me about the baby, what will we name him / her, etc... A very nice cabby... the kind who deserves a big tip! As we're rolling up to my apartment, he says to me, "Can I make a same suggestion?" I say, "Of course"... And he says, "Anakin." To which I reply, "Like Skywalker?" And he says, "Exactly." Then he goes on to ask me if that's too strong of a name. And I didn't want to ruin this lovely cab ride home, so I told him we would think about it. It would be a contender. I paid my fare and headed up to the apartment and that's where it happened...
FIRE IN THE HEART
Crazy, terrible, horrific heartburn... the kind where you think you're having a heart attack and you have a golf ball sized pill stuck in your throat. This is altogether something new for me... I never experienced heartburn prior to pregnancy and didn't even really know what it was. I pull out the doc-approved cherry flavored Maalox and begin to chug. I build a mountain of pillows, prop myself up and read my Us Weekly waiting for it to subside... waiting, waiting, waiting... How long does this stuff take to work??? My husband comes home, rubs my back for a few and all of a sudden, heart no longer on fire... THANK GOD. Time to go to sleep.
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