In the morning we had a doctors appointment. Justin is doing as well as ever. He is growing and growing and growing. (I refuse to think about how he’s ever going to come out). I’m just happy that he is doing will and moving a lot.
We had a fun photo session at a specialized photo studio. We will soon have mommy daddy and belly pictures. Not often we get to play model. It was fun.
The prenatal class was actually useful, granted it was too long as alway. It was all about the why and the how of breast feeding. Okay, must admit I have a bias for the subject. Breast feeding looks like such a privileged time with baby. I’m so looking forward to it.
I made some bone soup today. It was really good, I dare say. It’s my first time making it.
Who’s bones? What’s bone soup? Well… I guess you can also call it chicken soup made from scartch. I think bone soup sounds better.
Want the recipe… am not a scrooge:
Basically, I’ve been collecting bones from previous chicken meals and storing them in the freezer.
I got a big pot and I dumped the frozen bones in there with lots of water.
I added chicken sauce, left overs from previous meals.
Added spices, clove, bay leaves salt and the like.
Diced potatoes.
Let the potion boil for about an hour.
Add frozen veggies and noodles.
Boil a little more.
Done
Where did I get the idea for bone soup? I’ve been seeing a nutritionist (for the pregnancy), she strongly suggested that I start eating bones. Any bones, chicken, pork, beef , even fish. That’s where the good stuff is. Great source of calcium and omega 3. Then I remembered how my mom use to eat the bones when I was little.
Also Steve (the wise man in the family) once told me about the Neanderthal man. They didn’t have the physical strength of other animals but they had the smarts. Apparently they got the smarts from eating the bones. They weren’t strong enough to kill, and not fast enough to get to the left over flesh before the vultures. So they got the bones. Good for them.
Steve and I went to our weekly prenatal class last night. It was interesting in some ways, but we both came out a bit annoyed. What could be annoying about a harmless parenting class. Well…the language and the pretty assumptions. I’ll have to do a bit of explaining on that, but let me tell you, it spawned a lot of reflections on professionals and brain washing.
Here’s what I mean. Not easy to explain but I’ll try.
The woman who’s the host ( I can never remember her name ) is very nice. She’s polite friendly, professional and clearly dedicated. That’s not the problem, the problem is that she is also, what I’ve decided to call the product of our post new age society meet’s social intervention / new professionals. In other words, she talks fancy, but what she says is quite debatable but not confronted because it’s so cute.
Ex: How to interact with your unborn baby.
First you must great your baby with some gentle words, the way you would with anyone else before starting a conversation.
Gently touch you belly to start the interaction. Tip of the fingers to announce your presence and palm of the hand to establish a warm contact.
Play games with baby, gently tap on one side to call babies attention to that direction. Baby is likely to respond with a gentle kick or push where you tapped.
If interrupted or if you must end the contact, make sure to inform baby that the meeting is over. ( yes she used the term meeting)
Gently inform baby with words or a special touch that you have designed for that purpose. The phone just rang baby love, we’re being interrupted, I have to end our time together. See you later, love you baby. You don’t hang up the phone without saying goodbye do you? Well… why would you do that to baby.
That, along with other things concerning your baby telling you things, such as; everything is going to be fine. Don’t worry about me I’m okay mummy or, when you are worried I am worried too mummy so please don’t be stressed.
Okay, am I an unfit parent or is half of this nicely phrased BS. I mean, I’m all for talking to baby and playing with baby, I have no doubt that baby does respond and appreciates little tap and sound games, but what’s with the non sense talk.
She’s evidentially and educated professional and that’s the problem I think. Our universities are spewing out gentle freaks that can only express themselves in the appropriate language of the profession.
Not to say that anything she is suggesting to do is wrong per say. Then, what’s missing from her discourse? The common sense! I think what she was trying to convey, is that it is important to establish a respectful relationship with your child starting from the get go. We have to consider our children like full fledged individuals deserving of as much consideration as adults. Interacting with an unborn child is a form of training for the parent and is also good for the development of babys’ brain.
See! I managed to agree with the actions and yet, was able to cut the new age BS out of it. Again the host woman is not at all a life loving hippy type of person. She is a normal looking educated professional with 2 daughters of her own and way too much time spent in those brain washing seminars.
That said, I’m pretty sure that if anyone confronted her about this. She would end up explaining her logic in a way very similar to what I just did. So it’s not that she can’t think. It’s more of an institutional thing. Steve and I have both met other professionals with the same problem. I had a run in with a friend of mine who is a psychologist. For the life or me, I cannot understand how she can help anyone with this circular type of speech. She gives me a headcase every time she gets into the intervention mode. An other girlfriend of mine is an ergo-therapist and she too has the professional talk embedded deep. Her patients are not old and disabled they are an ageing clientèle with limited mobility. And don’t you dare call them otherwise!
I find something else bothersome about this. I suspect an underlying arrogance at the bottom of this. Maybe not an obvious and deliberate form, something more latent. It wouldn’t be surprising since the very nature of problem is cliquish. If you are a professional in any particular field, then you are part of a select group that can express their professional ideas with the appropriate vocabulary. Otherwise you are somewhat of a neophyte with good intentions but really not suited for professional attention. The medium is the message says Marshall. That’s how she managed to talk non sense for two hours and look perfectly credible.
Why? Just because. I wrote a Hub about Fulla the Fully dressed Barbie and as I was doing the research for the Hub, I fell upon this beautiful blog from a Muslim girl in Australia. Hegab Rehab , It’s all about fashion and the Muslim attire. ( The two don’t automatically come together in my mind).
Sure enough I got hooked. I started imagining what I would look like if I was Muslim. By that I mean, what if I had to follow strict rules about the way I dress. No arms, no legs to be seen, not too much neck out there. What would I look like? How would I make my mark, would I have a personal style.
Well… this is what I came up with. Pink and black sophisticated trendy girly look. That, I think would be my Muslim fashionista look. Put a couple of pieces together. If you do that, you’ll notice that not much skin is left out to be seen. I also aded a couple of scarves to cover the head. I couldn’t find any picture of fashionable looking woman with their hair covered in the right style. That part you’ll have to imagine.
All in all, not too bad is it? Now how come the fashionable Muslim girls are not out there? I don’t know of any.
No diaper changing. Apparently we’re not going to be asked to put diapers on baby dolls.
Steve was a little disappointed. He’s not that familiar with the process.
You know how much I love to hate Google! Well I’m finally going to stop complaining about it.
I’ve found an alternative. Cuil (pronounced Cool) is a search engine I’ve just started to use. I believe they<ve been in operation since July 2008. Still hot and new. It’s nothing like Google, no ads, no blogs, no calendars no tracking your every move. (I hope!)
Yesterday I was at my parents house for supper. There was a blackout and I was hungry. My parents didn’t want to upset the pregnent Lady so we ordered fast food. I wanted KFC but we settled for St-Hubert. I’m happy we did, I’d probably be regretting it this morning. We had Pepsi to wash it down. I had too much of it. Way too much. It was my first soft drink of the whole pregnacy, and I had a gallon of it. Justin was running a marathon in there. I woke up at 2 in the morning and he was still at it. I thought he would never stop.
Apparently the end of the world is predicted for December 2012. I can’t beleive I just heard about it today. No one told me about it. Not a soul. I guess I still have some time to prepare but jeez, I would have liked to know before I get all exited about the 2012 Olympics.
Anyways, I was browsing the Web this morning and I bumped into one article and then a slew of articles on the subject. Looks like it’s pretty common knowledge. There are people everywhere getting their affairs in order. I found books, blogs, T-shirts, stationaries, all about December 2012. I bet it’ll be a very special x-mas that year. Remember the millennium Bug. Boy was it ever fun that day. That said, what I’m really looking forward to is the movie. Of course the movie! An event of that size couldn’t come without it’s own big budget Hollywood blockbuster. Get ready for it,it’s expected for 2009 with John Cusack in the leading roles of the guy who dies.
I found some interesting information on the subject of 2012. It looks like it’s about the alignment of the sun and the planets that gets all wrong . It all started with this age old Maya predictions. Apparently they predict that climate changes go warp speed that year. Never thought I’d see that day. I guess it’s pretty dramatic. Even so, all I can think of is; should I keep recycling or is it okay to get lazy now. I mean really what’s the point right. Also, this new knowledge really is messing up my voting strategy. I find myself wishing that everyone voted green, just to see the look on Harpers face? That would really end it with style.
Here’s the movie preview… Ps. I don’t think the Mayas ever mentioned anything about Aliens.
