Lizrael Update: babbling about the expat life since 2004
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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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Still got it though.
This morning, my husband dropped me off in front of my office and right before I opened the door to the car, I give him a quick kiss as is the morning routine. After we do this, I usually automatically peek around to see if anyone walking outside happened to see; maybe its modesty or…
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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…
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Birthing at Shaarei Tzedek.
Shaarei Tzedek has quite a different reputation to Hadassah Ein Kerem; offhand I can say that it is more of a hospital’s hospital, procedural, stiff. It’s very religiously-oriented in staff and patients. Less concerned with natural birth, more concerned with working with Hashem to get the baby out and move on (as summed up by…
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Birthing at Hadassah Ein Kerem.
I have heard the horror stories: laboring in a janitor’s closet, giving birth in the elevator, no epidural available, recovering in the hallway. I have heard the beautiful stories: sweet, caring midwives, a tendancy towards leniency, rooming in available, wonderful aftercare. While I cannot say for sure what it’s like to birth at Hadassah Ein…
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Babies need stuff.
Tada! In a feat I could never have pulled off on my own, we have managed to choose and order and place a deposit on a baby package consisting of furniture/stuff/things. That, about a week after we first became traumitized when taking a commerical peek at what we were in for. To answer a few questions: What…
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Favorite kind of Friday.
It hasn’t rained enough in Israel this winter, but when it has rained – it’s really, really rained. Which is just perfect on a Friday when you’re home, cozy, coming off the baby furniture high from the day before, and your husband knows how to make homemade chai lattes. Of course, we’re always hoping for…
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Acquiring possessions in baby steps.
While I still don’t know how/where I plan to give birth, I do know this: apparently I’m supposed to be shopping for this prima dona that hasn’t even arrived yet. Last night I dared venture into the black hole that is Babies R Us (.com) and the only thing stopping me from shrieking and waddling…
Questions? Comments? Advice?