Category: koala update
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Where we are.
So here we are, me and my belly tenant, at the ‘full term’ milestone. This probably means different things for the two of us, but the more I think about it, perhaps the more it is actually the same. It’s probably so comfy in there, with the warmth and the soothing background noise. And not…
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No business like mohel business.
Guess where the best place to shop for a mohel is? Yes, a brit mila. We stopped by the brit of friends’ new boy this morning and as we walked out the mohel was leaving too. My baby daddy recognized him from another brit we went to at the beginning of my pregnancy. The mohel…
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Everybody loves a pregnant lady.
Something I’ve discovered – maybe now that I’m so obviously pregnant or that I’ve actually realized I’m so obviously pregnant (it took a while) – is that in Israel, or maybe just Jerusalem, everybody loves a pregnant lady. The old guy scooping me ice cream? Big smiles and bigger scoops. “Have some more, it’s good…
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I need to be schooled.
Today we volunteered at a ‘shuk kach-ten’ – kind of a giant yard sale where you bring junk and take other people’s junk. It was at the elementary school in Tzur Hadassah. It was also the first time I have entered an Israeli school while it was in session. Kids running everywhere. Not unlike my…
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The little vagina that could (or, My own monologue).
Six years ago I first started to understand the Vagina Monologues sensation while studying abroad at an English university. It was thanks to two lovely ladies who I befriended and who invited me to their rehearsals for the campus V-Day performance that year. I was intrigued and going through a period of introspection so I…
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An unlikely metaphor.
Sometimes it’s hard to imagine something you’ve never done before. I imagine this impending adventure… to be similar to a bad trip I had many years ago. A friend and I were spending a few days in Amsterdam. These were college years, so you can imagine what we were doing. The evening before we were…
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Weddings and pregnancy: cans and can'ts.
I learned something new last night at the wedding of two friends. I’ve been to three weddings while pregnant. The last time I had been at a wedding was when I was about a month or so pregnant and before that I was just post-pregnancy test. Last night I was eight months or so pregnant.…
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Usually not big on excuses, but…
I felt pretty bad about canceling my physio appointment this morning after waiting over two months since I first booked it with my kuppah. I felt worse for the people who are still waiting for their appointments more than I felt bad for myself. I thought I’d get chewed out by the receptionist when I…
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Preggo thoughts at 5:30 am.
Life lesson learned: a well-fed third trimester preggo is a well-rested third trimester preggo. Unfortunately, I am not always good at being well-fed before bedtime. Which is why I’m up at 5:30 am feverishly munching on cereal and drinking lemonade. Perhaps I would have learned after the first time it happened. I’m not a fan…
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A pregnant lady walks into a lingerie shop…
Eight-month pregnant lady walks into a lingerie shop. Pretty, skinny sales girl approaches her and asks, “Are you looking for a better bra?” Grumble. “No, a present for a bride.” Eight-month pregnant lady gets handed a lingerie set by pretty skinny sales girl. She asks the sales girl, “I don’t know, do you think it’ll…
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A fetal Purim.
So, my baby is either some kind of tzaddik/tzadddeket who already wishes to stamp out the name of Haman as it is read on this Purim eve… …or it is completely frightened by the ridiculous noise surrounding me during the megillah reading, even as I attempt to soften the audial blows with hand to belly contact.
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The "oh, crap!" moments.
On and off I have these “oh, crap!” moments when I remember that pregnancy, birth and preparation for motherhood are more than just a to-do list. So much of my life has been a checklist the last few years… Attending university, working, planning a wedding, moving to a new town… and, well, living in…