Just very, very tired. Deliriously tired. And hungry. This is what happens when a very demanding bébé leaves you just enough free time to make gut wrenching decisions like “should I sleep for 20 minutes or eat lunch?” or “should I risk moving my nearly blood-drained arm and wake the baby? or just suck it…
Well. I should be more careful the next time I start complaining about due dates. Because not long after I posted my gripes about prolonged French gestation times here, I started feeling contractions. Not bad ones, but enough to wake me up and make me think le bébé might be on the move. That was…
So. My American due date has come and gone without much fanfare. Or a baby. I celebrated by waddling over to the Jardin de Tuileries and lounging by the fountains for a while, then waddling (ever so slowly) over to the Marais for some spicy tacos at Candelaria. Neither the waddling nor the sauce piquante…
Remember when Husband got a really sleek French suit last year? Well, after months of complaining about how tight it was in the derriere and how tired he was of all the catcalls on the walk to work in the morning, he found a tailor to let the pants out a little bit. And then…
I have a lot of nervous energy right now. I’d venture to say that it’s the old proverbial “nesting instinct,” except that I don’t seem to be channeling any of that energy into actual baby preparations. I wish that I had a full time job, or that the apartment needed painting, or that my neighbors…
I am seriously slacking on my Vocab lessons lately. Which is a shame, because I’m totally learning all kinds of funny new words since I started reading Harry Potter en francais. Anyone want to know what a crapaud is? Or a baguette magique? All in good time, folks, all in good time. Because if I…
Can you guess what time this picture was taken? I’ll give you a clue: it’s close to the time that I should have been snuggled up in bed next to Husband, trying to seduce him with my whale belly and retainer-wearing ways. Not helping? Sorry for that visual. That photo up there of my building’s…
We spent the 4th of July last week doing the most patriotic thing we could think of: hauling ourselves via metro then bus then by foot to the little town of Giverny, where we stood in line with lots of other vacationing Americans waiting to catch a glimpse of Monet’s lily pond. Because nothing says…
I think whoever says pregnancy is beautiful is full of crap. I assure you that it is miraculous, incredible, awkward, uncomfortable, amazing, and interesting. Kind of like a science experiment. Or puberty. But it ain’t pretty, people. Your feet turn into sausages, your boobs get all out of control, and there are lots of strange…
And now, a story that will motivate you to make a donation to Imagination Stage on behalf of my nephew, Scotty: When I was just a young idealistic college student who still thought anything was possible, I used to periodically volunteer to pick up my sister’s 3 children and take them on an adventure. That…
Unlikely Diplomat 