MILP #222

Ptlawmom had it.

Wow, I didn't post all week. Huh.

MILP #221

Atty at Large had it.  Wish I could send her some tissues and chicken soup.

Updates

Clownfish sports update...

Clownfish moved into the next soccer age group -- he and his teammates are the youngest kids in the league.  His team was routed today -- something like 7-0 and they pulled the other team's goalie halfway through.  Apparently, they put all the young kids on one team.  The other team looked like giants in comparison.  Nice job, commish.  I hope the whole season isn't like this.  I hope we play at least one other team that stacked young.  I mean, it is good for him to be challenged, and good for him to lose... but if every game is just a beating, it will cease to be fun. 

Two notes for the baby book.... 

• She finally, after 8 months, cut her first tooth on Friday.  Clownfish was the one who discovered it.
• Today she started a spontaneous game of peek-a-boo.  She was in her car seat in a shopping cart.  She kept picking up a blanket, putting it over her face, and pulling it down quickly.... and laughing.  She has done it in the past once or twice, and I've played peek-a-boo with her, but this was the first baby-initiated, much-repeated game I've seen her do.   

In career news...

I applied for a job. It was a long shot, but I really thought that I had a shot for at least an interview. It appears I was wrong. I'm ok about it -- Baby #3 ("Pea" and/or "Boo" in utero) complicates things anyway.  But I did get it in my head I would at least make it to the interview stage.  Silly me.

(I have yet to be officially rejected.  Unofficially....) 

In husband news...

Bullshark had a disappointing career development.  The upside is, he won't have to travel as much next year as we thought he might have to.  Which, with Boo, is probably a good thing.  Sucks to see him disappointed, but he said that things work out the way they're supposed to.

I'm beginning to think there is something to that.

Ultrasound

Heartbeat and arm buds and leg buds and movement and HOLY COW!  There is definitely someone home in there!  Someone who has made me gain 15 pounds in 9 weeks, apparently.  Gonna have to get that under control, stat.

MILP #220: In Her Own Words #7 and the Deathly Hallows (Pt. 1)

The Weekly MILP (Moms In the Legal Profession) Roundup is hosted on a rotating basis between PT-LawMom, Butterflyfish, Attorney Work Product and Attorney at Large blogs. We originally rounded up just the moms in law school, but then discovered that those women eventually graduate. Who knew? So now all the moms in the legal field (heh) are represented. We aim for Sunday posts.

I haven't done an In Her Own Words post since MILP #175.  I pull quotes from MILP blogs, hopefully out of context in a way that makes you want to click, and I call that a theme. Yep, shamefully lazy.  Also, I use movie sequels in the title.  There aren't many movie franchises that go over seven, and I am capitalizing on the HP franchise while I can.  

So, here goes:

• "I barely even believe that electrons exist, so don’t even bother trying to explain subatomic particles to me." - R- 
• "It probably didn't help that I hadn't worn a shirt to bed that night." Nonsense & Frippery.
• "Wake me up if I'm gonna die." Today & Tomorrow. 
• "I have totally forgone even using tissues and have been slowly making my way through an entire roll of toilet paper during class."  Only 3 Years.
• "There are a million things I could be doing, but instead I'm going to take a little 'me' time."  Fumbling for Truth.
• "I'm just not sure how much longer I can do this."  Magic Cookie.
• "I didn't even need to ask favorite what-- it's just favorite anything." Lag Liv.
• "I instantly fell in love with that peanut shaped thing on the screen." WNW Litigator.
• "I was particularly struck with the way they got along with each other."  Suzy JD.
• "We start out feeling lost on this journey, and over time, we thrive."  Sammie B.
• "Discovered I can't join the rest of the residents of my state in becoming a pill head . . . ."  Proto.
• "I’m not sure if I picked the right weekend or the wrong weekend to give up caffeine . . . ." Atty At Large.

I take this opportunity to repeat something I said on this day last year:

Today, I spent a little time reflecting on my own life.  I then spent some time virtually visiting with the MILPs -- I am so blessed to be part of this community of women, women who kick-ass.  So I guess spent some time this morning thinking and reflecting.  I am thankful.  I am sad.  I am hopeful.  I pray for those we lost, those left behind, those who fight and those who work for peace.  And I remember.

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Piercing the blogger veil

I am back at work today.  I am working at the same place that I did when I graduated law school.  I am somewhat conflicted about the decision, in terms of both my career trajectory and my general conflict with the idea of putting Angelfish back in full time daycare when a decent sized part of me just wants to be a SAHM... at least for a while longer.  She is such squishy, wonderful baby!    

I have always had difficulty blogging about my job. Chalk it up to an overabundance of caution. But I love my job,  I do.  Indeed, it is a big part of who I am now.  I'm generally really very happy in my work.  I'd like to tell innocuous stories, but it gets hinky ... do I just call everyone Bob?  So much is lost in the translation, and prior feeble attempts have resulted in confusing posts.  I am going to try something different this year.  The structure of my current work environment is similar enough to that of a law firm that I think I may as well start blogging in those generic terms.  I didn't want to throw long time readers for a loop when I start talking about name partners, senior associates and fellow associate underlings. So consider this your glimpse behind the blogger veil.

Brain crumbs

I return to work on Friday. I have so much to do between then and now, and all I want to do is play with the squishy baby.  Also, I want to nap, because squishy baby has forgotten how to sleep. I've gotten more excited about my pregnancy and have started considering names. My son and daughter each have a name that begins with the same two letters. It wasn't planned that way, and I am pretty sure that we won't continue the trend for #3.  I think we're solid on a boy name -- the one we picked for Angelfish had she been a boy.  But if its a girl...? Sooo many options.... Bullshark still likes our #2 name for Angelfish.  I'm... less enamored with it right now. Clownfish made his own lunch this morning and was so proud of himself. Hope he wants to do it every morning -- that would be awesome.  He is such a good boy. I have to get myself together -- I had planned to leave Angelfish in daycare this morning to Get Stuff Done. So far... not so much.

This post had direction when I started it, but kind of lost its way by the second sentence...

MILP #219

Proto Atty is a rock star and did the roundup even though she just gave birth ... like minutes ago.  Ok, exaggerating. Slightly. Still, rock star.  Here next.

The kids are alright

Clownfish turned 7 during the blackout.  We played boardgames by candlelight and let him pick a terrible chain restaurant for dinner.  He said he had the best birthday ever.  We bought him three Beyblades, which are these tops with a launcher, and plastic bowl "battle stadium," where he launches the tops and lets them crash into each other.  In lieu of a big party, we're taking him to Medieval Times this weekend as a surprise.

Angelfish is about 7.5 months.  I really think she has less hair now than when she was born, and people often mistake her for a boy... a boy wearing green sundresses with strawberries, I guess. She sits up very well unsupported, but needs to be put in that position.  She can transition from there to her army crawl, usually without much head crashing.  She pushes up on her hands and knees and occasionally really crawls a few steps.  She has the most  colorful assortment of squeaks and growls.  She does not know how to sleep for more than 6 hours at a stretch, so there will be at least one nighttime feeding.  She doesn't cry when she wakes up at night, she yells.  I swear she says MA! MAMA!  I have occasionally tried to "wait it out" to see if she'll go back to sleep without a visit from mommy.  Nope. She does not want to be held, soothed, rocked, patted, rubbed, diapered, loved or touched -- she wants to be fed.  Just a few ounces, but then she will happily go right back to bed and to sleep.  I used to at least nurse at night, but with the stress of the blackout, I just found making a bottle easier, and she accepted it happily.  Guess I'm done nursing her.  Sad, really.  When I pick her up at night, I put her up on my shoulder, and she hits me repeatedly, excitedly and happily... its like an abusive version of "oh there you are Mommy, thank you Mommy...."  Kind of makes it hard to resent our little nighttime visit, even if the sleep deprivation gets old. 

The little pea to be continues to be.  Nothing is real til its confirmed by a doctor, which will happen sometime next week.  Little pea is making me constantly nauseated and hella cranky, though. 

Edited to add:  For those who read in blog reader, I updated the descriptions of the kids on the site, if you're interested.

MILP #218

Ptlawmom had it. Days ago in fact.

I was without power until a couple of hours ago.  I eeked out a few desperate tweets on my old-school Verizon (not "smart") cell phone, but have been otherwise incommunicado.  Curse you, Irene! I am nauseated as hell.  Hope all is well with the rest of you.