pregnancy is getting hurty, finally. I was told this would happen
by the third trimester and it's starting - it's... weighty.
And it's scary to think that I'll be working until July 11. When
I drop things on the floor I now kick them out of the way - there's
no bending over. And putting on socks is a BIG hassle.
The baby's feet now constatly poke out of my right side. THIS IS
THE COOLEST THING EVER. Nobody told me how entertaining pregnancy
We've been watching hockey for the Stanley Cup playoffs, of course,
and I thought I'd throw yet another
picture up of Don Cherry. Just because.
Oh! And now basketball - gotta go!
The Scott & Julie Story First Julie writes:
On May 16, Scott rode his bike to work (which he often does on nice days)
and was hit by a car. Yes, a car traveling 15 - 20 mph hit him. On mornings
Scott rides to work I ask him, "call me when you get to work."
That particular morning he asked the paramedics to call me.
Fortunately (or unfortunately) it occurred in Seattle, so by the time
I got to work at 7:00, at the Fire Department HQ, news had already reached
a deputy chief and a captain. As I walked off the elevator they told me
that Scott had been hit, he had a concussion and was being transported
to Harborview (HMC). Oooh, this was not good, head trauma and going to
Harborview. They took me there immediately. I wasn't sure what to think.
Would he be okay? I actually beat Scott to HMC. When he got there the
paramedics said that Scott asked them to tell me the following: "He
was alright, and he still wasn't going to eat vegetables." I knew
that he was fine.
Here is how Scott remembers it:
I was in the ER for over eight hours, six of which was getting stitches,
and I was able to joke with the doctors and Julie through most of it.
(Here's an example: At one point the plastic surgeon stitching me up said
he would need to give me a bit of a chin-tuck for one of the gashes. I
told him that with my gray hair, this would be a perfect time to give
me a clefted chin so I'd look like George Clooney. Without missing a beat,
Julie pops around the corner of the ER and tells the surgeon she would
prefer Brad Pitt. Can you believe that? From my own wife no less! But
it WAS funny.)
The docs kept me overnight for observation. All the patient rooms at HMC
were full, so I was put in a storage closet with three other patients.
It was good to finally go home Wednesday afternoon.
Here's what happened: I was about 1.5 miles from home riding my bike through
a residential neighborhood, going downhill. There's a four-way uncontrolled
intersection at the bottom of the hill with a small traffic circle in
the middle to slow cars down as they go through the intersection. When
I approach this intersection on my rides to work I slow to 20 mph coming
down the hill to make sure any drivers approaching from another direction
see me before any of us proceed into the intersection.
Well, Tuesday was no different except that I didn't see a car coming into
the intersection from my right until I was too close to the intersection
to stop. So I had to think, should I stop hard, should I lay down the
bike on my side, or should I try to pedal like heck and get through the
intersection before the car is on top of me? Stopping or laying down the
bike wasn't really an option, as I might slide under the car of end up
stopping right in front of it. So I pedaled like heck.
And I didn't make it.
The car caught me on my right side and down I went. This morning (May
18) I looked at my bike helmet up close for the first time since the accident
and I would have to agree with the doctors that it likely saved my life,
or at least some serious head trauma. From the dents in the helmet it
looks like I came down on top of my head, with the helmet taking the first
brunt of the impact, and then I slid onto the right side of my face.
The moral of this story is that you shouldn't let anyone you love ride
without a helmet. This is the second time in my life that a bike helmet
has saved me. The first time wasn't my fault; this accident was.
Fortunately I'm going to live. Unfortunately, Julie has to look at me
with almost 50
stitches in my face, including on my right eyelid...YUCK.
an awesome day - I got a card from Mom with some money (I think
I may use some of it for a car tune-up - not very fun, but necessary),
Sean got his very first Father's Day card (!!) from Grandma
& Grandpa Culver, and I got this package with beads from
a bunch of family members.
See I'm making this bracelet with beads from friends and family
and then I wear the bracelet when I go into labor and I have all
of these people individually represented as my support. So each
bead I get is really important to me. And it's been fun to see what
each person has picked out - they all tell a story.
I'm having an Anti-Bachelor-slash-I-Hit-My-600-Hours party this
Saturday night. It's Shane's Bachelor weekend then.
I haven't had a party
in this house yet, which is ridiculous for me. And I better stock up on
social life now, right? So while Sean and the boys plan out their weekend,
I am busy picking out frou-frou appetizer and dessert recipes. SO THERE.
Last week the midwife said that Babymented's movements would be slowing
down soon as it gets more squished in there. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I still owe you that Scott & Julie story! 06-10-06
day started with Sean playing with his new beautiful
cordless tool set which made Shane just so happen to need
to come over to play. So Shane and Katie showed up and sawed some
things and drilled some things and then Manuel showed up from
Seattle just as we were sitting down for breakfast.
After breakfast, Manuel cleaned and Sean started putting floorboards
in the living room (oh how I love his new tool set),
and I gathered my list of dinner stuff.
Manuel and I hit Hastings Heights for all the groceries and got
home in time for a nice nap before the hockey game, then we all
went to work on making dinner.
We had eight for dinner including Colum and some Starbucks friends.
After dinner Dawna showed us some of the stuff she learned in
the pole dancing/lap dancing class
took the night before, and we all sat around and talked. The Starbucks
group all pitched in and got us a gift (cloth Kushies diapers!)
which was a big surprise. I love them.
Manuel left at noon today to have brunch with Andrea,
then he'll take some pictures and head back home. It was great having
Today I'm heading over to a park right by our house for a picnic
with a bunch of other hippie Moms. (I said other!) I was
all stoked about bringing cornbread
casserole but then I discovered that we're out of sour cream,
and now I'm kinda embarrassed that I'm bringing chocolate
chip cookie bars. That's just so... normal.
I'm also stopping by my work today to find out who's working Wednesday,
since we'll be having a quick celebration at the moment that I hit
600 hours. I am just SO RELIEVED about this!
They're discussing my American butter
Our Starbucks Manager is getting married!
in my day a Bachelorette Party meant... well okay I don't know what
it meant. We had a "Stag Doe" at our house which Shane,
Roxanne, and Debra threw for us. They played poker, raffled off
bottles of booze, and, uh, stood around and ate food. Of course,
this was 1994.
Now there's handcuffs and veils and Lifesavers and blow up dolls
involved. I just went for the food, I swear. Actually, I'm kinda
bummed that I missed the second half of the evening - pole dancing
and lap dancing lessons. Serious. But expensive. OH YEAH
AND I'm 8 months pregnant. Manuel gets
here tomorrow then it's PC geekery and steak tacos. Pretty much
in that order.
Oh! P.S. I miscalculated!
I have 583 hours as of today!!!
is pretty much why I haven't posted. My feet swell up worse when
I sit in a chair with my feet down than any other way. Even working
doesn't cause this much swelling. So. Alas. I am not at my computer
We had a great time at Dave
& Debra's Elopement Party, and even saw cousin Roxanne who
I haven't seen in a few years.
The boys are busy planning Shane's Bachelor Weekend. They have a
few ideas in the air but not much time to get it mapped out. I hope
they get it organized before the wedding!! Manuel
is coming up for a visit this weekend. We sent a few e-mails back
and forth about setting up iTunes (thanks, everyone!) and finally
I said "Why don't you just come up here?" And he said
"Okay." Which is one of the things I love about Manuel.
is in town from Seattle, which sounds weird. Jason visiting us
in Vancouver coming up from Seattle. Anyway. He was here
doing some sort of mini tour with Bright Eyes (as their tour manager
or something? I never found out) and he'll be back up a couple times
in the next month for the said Bachelor Party and Wedding. Also?
Our due date is his birthday, so he insists that the baby be ON
TIME. He is still booking for Neumo's
and also booked for the Capitol
Hill Block Party this year, which is cool. While here for 48
hours, he was jousted by a homeless man and saw a cop pull a gun
on someone. So he's all WTF? Welcome back? Sheesh!
Our midwife appointment went swimmingly yesterday and all is well
midwife says the baby and me are all normal size although Sean begs
to differ. His word of the month is "huge". I'll say "I'm
tired" and he'll say "You're huge" and I'll say "The
baby is squirming" and he'll say "The baby is huge"
etc. Then I'll attempt to get out of bed and he'll give me a push.
I went to Motherhood Maternity to spend my last $15 in credit, and
every tank top I tried on made me look like Britney Spears. The
bad one, not the airbrushed one. I wanted to cry. After 45 minutes
of flinging clothes in every direction, I ended up buying a
dress for $50 (pictured). But you know what? I was a vision
This morning I woke up writhing with a leg cramp, which wasn't fun,
but he happened to be right there at the foot of the bed putting
on his socks, so he grabbed my leg and worked it out for me. MAN
it sucks to wake up to a leg cramp. I really, honestly can't imagine
how some of these women go through a pregnancy by themselves.
I have a Julie
& Scott story to tell you when I have time. It's a doozy.