We have everything totally under control…really…we do…

A little over three weeks ago, Josh packed up his sitar, recorded himself reading Goodnight Moon and Daddy Cuddles so that Baby Fierce could listen to his voice, and lit out for adventures en La India.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back on the home front, I attempted to make progress on the last requirements I need to finish up in order to be an officially licensed language arts teacher. Nothing like jumping through hoops, even metaphorical ones, with a significant belly to up the cranky factor.  Things that helped: my first ever pedicure and its accompanying mind blowing state of relaxation (massage chairs? calf rubs?? sparkly purple nail polish??? why had I never done this????); tea and oatmeal before school courtesy of my mom and dad (yes, I’m 30 and I have sleepovers with my parents when my husband is out of the country. Go ahead…judge me…:-); quality time with my sisters, brothers, assorted aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents; Sufi mystic poetry (thank you Rumi and Hafiz); the overwhelming sincerity and sweetness of my students who continue to roll with my increasingly fuzzy brain (which shrinks by 3% give or take when going through pregnancy…in theory it de-shrinks post-baby but i’m not holding my breath); skype chats with my far away hubby (12,000 miles and 13 1/2 hours ahead).

And now he’s home! And with 5-7 weeks left to go (leaving room for the very strong Pierce “we arrive fashionably late” gene), home is suddenly very very full of baby stuff from our astoundingly generous friends and family. Claire put her magic brushes to work on an Ikea dresser we bought off of Craigslist, which we did NOT have to assemble…thank all that is holy. (The mirror is an on-the-wall shelf we bought from a local carpenter).

The Feinbergs sent the beautiful wooden cradle that Grandpa Bob built for his first grandchild, many moons ago. Grandpa Bob passed away before I ever had the chance to meet him, but we feel so blessed to have this sign of his love in our home.

And then there’s everything else…from a car seat to little baby socks to cloth diapers to a stroller to a little kid table (which she will obviously not sit at any time soon, but it was free!) to…well, you get the point.

In theory, we’ll have all of this stuff in some sort of order before Sophia Grace enters the world. Not gonna lie..the task seems a bit daunting…not the birth, just the damn organizing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And in closing, a parting belly shot…only a few more weeks before the belly transforms into a baby!

About jessicaepierce

Jessica Pierce has worked a a farm hand, file clerk, bicycle mechanic and teaching poet. After taking up space every where from the San Joaquin Valley to Arkansas to Boston to Guatemala to India to Oakland, she now lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband, a sitar player, and their two year old daughter. As the lead teacher and language arts teacher at an alternative school outside of Portland, she works with high school students at risk of dropping out. She also teaches summer creative writing classes at St. Mary's Academy in downtown Portland. Her work has been published in the Painted Bridge Quarterly, the Christian Science Monitor weekly magazine, outwardlink.net, The Times of India (Kolkata), and the Northwest Review, which nominated her for Meridian magazine’s 2007 Best New Poets anthology. She’s had the privilege of studying with Rosanna Warren, Dorianne Laux, Pimone Triplett, Sam Witt and Jorie Graham.
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