Saturday, June 27, 2009

"The way we do things"

Five minutes ago I had turned my computer off to get ready for bed, but after spending a day with some friends (parents of two) and a few solitary hours reading tonight (Tim's not feeling well), there are some things on my mind I just can't shake. I think this is the first time I've really used this blog to just get something off my chest in a journal sort of way. I guess I'm hoping that typing things out, which is faster than writing--I don't keep a "this is what I did today" journal anyway, just a prayer journal, which I guess, if you think about it, is similar--and sending them into cyber space will give me the reality check I need.

What I'm thinking about is cloth diapers. But pulling back to the larger issue for a moment, it's about this overwhelming new member of the family that has inserted itself ever since I got pregnant. I'll call him The Way We Do Things.

People will tell you that everyone wants to give you advice when you're pregnant, and double that when you're a new mom. Because of my personality type, I vascillate between not caring what anybody has to say and sticking with my gut or my own research, and wanting just about everyone's opinion on the planet.

As an example, I was a maniac when I planned my wedding. I knew what I wanted, but I also had to know all the options before I could make a decision. What if there was something out there that was better, cheaper, more unique, more convenient, tastier, or prettier than what I had selected? In the end it was driving me crazy and I just had to stop giving myself so many options. We had a fantastic wedding and I loved every minute of it, but consider that our wedding was just an event. Now what I get to obsess over is somebody's life, the life of my child.

That's where The Way We Do Things comes in. To be honest, there were already polarizing aspects of this character in our life already: Republican or Democrat. Conventional or Organic. Car or bike or feet. Seattle or the Eastside. A lot of these things are just part of our daily routine, and I had to realize when we moved from our cute old rental house on Queen Anne, which I thought was so "us," to the new, modern apartment in Bellevue (a cookie cutter apartment! the horror! and then, I realized, the convenience and safety and happiness of having things work the way they're supposed to!) that these things can quickly take over my identity and I should fight not to let them.

The sum of who I am is not contained in whether I walk to the store or drive, whether I vote red or blue, or whether I buy the cheaper apples that have been treated with bug-killers versus the more expensive ones that have not.

My identity is in Christ.
But as an almost parent, that has become, ironically, a lot harder to grasp.

Here is a list of some of the things we've had to decide on, or are still considering, as part of the way we will parent our child:

  • Midwife or OB?
  • Hospital or birthing center?
  • Buy maternity clothes or borrow?
  • Find out the sex or not?
  • Do genetic testing or not?
  • Give the baby its own room, or share with my office?
  • Buy stuff new or borrow/buy off Craigslist?
  • Cloth diapers or disposables?
  • Vaccinations or not?
  • Pain relief drugs during delivery or not?
  • Breast or bottle?
  • On the topic of baby "stuff," everything is a choice, from car seat to stroller to carrier, etc...there is so much you can buy!
  • Baby in our room or baby in its own room to sleep? If in our room, baby in our bed or in its own cradle or basket?

And the list goes on and on.
Honestly, I think if it weren't for the Internet, I'd be a much saner person. But I'd also be less informed.

And here is the problem again: I vascillate between feeling like people have raised children for centuries and the human race has survived, therefore it should all be simple, v. acting like a sponge and trying to soak up all the information and viewpoints I can to make decisions.

I am grateful for all the friends who have offered clothes and things to borrow, as well as their experience and advice. This is not about people offering unwanted tips. Rather, it's more about trying to balance how much information I take in before I hand another item over to The Way We Do Things.

I realize that this is a process and that anything I decide before the baby is born can go out the window once he or she is here, and that different methods and products work for different families at different times. But, I have gone through several periods of feeling overwhelmed at the sheer amount of information on any given topic. I just want to cry uncle!

Will I be a bad mom because I haven't read everything there is to read about breastfeeding? Will I be a bad mom if I'm freaked out because my brain is fried as a result of reading too much?

So here's the dilemma about cloth diapers. I love the idea. I really do. But I just cringe at the actual practice. Though Tim's mom used them, mine didn't and no kid I ever babysat growing up did. So I didn't know, until I moved out to Seattle, that people were still doing something "so old fashioned." It's completely foreign to me.

What I like is the idea of buying a set of diapers and not throwing money down the drain every month for something that will be used once and thrown out. What I dislike is all I'm reading about scraping, soaking, bleaching, washing, and drying the diapers. Plus, there are like 10 brands to choose from and I've heard about different fits and leakage rates, etc. Once again, it's an information overload!

We registered for a Diaper Genie II and got it at our shower. It's already set up next to the changing table. At the time, I thought that cloth diapering was a nice idea, but just too much work. But I still feel bad about all the money to be spent on disposables. And the idea of adding to the landfill. And yet, I feel worse about trying to live life with a newborn and be washing poopy diapers around the clock!

To preserve my sanity, and hopefully get some sleep tonight, the conclusion I've come to on this one issue is that we are going to start out with disposables and just get ourselves used to having a baby around. It's a pretty big concept, you know? :) And then, once we feel like normal people (or whatever iteration of normal we arrive at after 6 or 8 weeks), I'll reconsider the cloth idea, because it honestly is attractive in many ways. I just don't think I can start there, and I have to give myself that measure of grace.

Yikes. I hope your skin isn't crawling the way mine is right now just by reading this. I understand that every new mom figures things out as she goes along, but I hate having this constant companion of The Way We Do Things. I would love to have it all figured out now, but I just don't. And truly, it's only the pressure I'm putting on myself, because all our dear friends who have kids already are completely open and gracious with their advice. No one has pushed anything on us or made us feel like we "should" do something a certain way. But people do have "their ways" of doing things, and it can be a polarizing issue. Never in my life has it been so present as in anticipating parenthood. And knowing that one's way of doing something will constantly be in flux with a baby isn't so much comforting as stressful, since I LOVE routine and predictability. (Thank you, Holy Spirit, for providing this opportunity to grow! Sheesh. But seriously, thanks.)

Above all, I hope that when readers of this blog, whether parents or not, think about us, they will say a prayer for God to give us the wisdom and guidance we need as parents. I know I can take comfort in these verses:

Philippians 4:6-7 Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.

Proverbs 14:12 There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to death.

That last one may sound scary, but what it's saying is that when man is wise in his own eyes, he neglects God's will and guidance, and living your life apart from God leads to death.

We have prayed for this baby every night since we knew I was pregnant, and will continue to pray over this little one and ourselves as parents every day forward. So even though I may be stressing about cloth diapers or disposables, I commit to resting in God's providence for our family. That's much better than counting sheep.

Friday, June 26, 2009

32 weeks!

Baby is just 8 weeks away from making his or her appearance! I wouldn't mind if it was a little less...I hope it's not much more!

I know I am way behind on belly photos and other posts (our baby shower on June 13 and our recent trip with my family to San Francisco June 17-22), but when I have time I'll upload all the photos and get back on track.

For now, here is the latest vegetable comparison for baby, by weight: a large jicama! (If you want to check it out, buy one and chop it up and serve with cilantro, pear and lime for a refreshing salad!) Baby is about 3.75 pounds and 17 inches long--average size. Our baby might be bigger or smaller, I don't know!

We had a great meet and greet with a pediatrician today. A local practice was recommended by our OB, and I got some names from the same friend who recommended my OB, and what do you know, we liked this doctor, too! I really am feeling blessed by how smoothly these different aspects of pregnancy are progressing, and I'm so glad we got to meet just one doctor and liked her. Everyone in the office was nice and we didn't have to wait long at all. One more nice little ducky to get in our row before baby comes. Not long now!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Mike's visit

Fresh off his last collegiate crew race, Tim's brother Mike came to visit us last week for a few days.

The visit started off with two completely unforseen firsts:

1. Tim was recognized as a celebrity in the Bellevue Square Mall Lego store.

2. A bird pooped on my foot while flying overhead.

I know I should expound on these a little bit. Regarding Mike's fame, he has more Legos than, well, anybody. Legoland for him has morphed from a childhood obsession to a fine art. We spent quite a while in the Lego store in the mall (they are few and far between), and a sales guy talked to us now and then, overhearing Mike's Lego trivia ("that's the biggest Lego set in existence") and eventually helping him stuff even more pieces into his already packed cup-o-bricks that he selected from the loose pieces wall. Nice when a sales person helps you get more for your money.

Anyway, we were checking out and the guy asked Mike what he liked to build lately. Mike said dinosaurs. (Of course, dinosaurs, that's what we are all thinking.) Then the guys says, "Is your last name Psiaki? I thought I liked your dinosaurs." You have to know that, although the guy mispronounced our last name, the reason he knows who Mike is is because he posts photos of what he builds online. There is a whole Lego community out there that I can't even begin to understand. Mike has even been interviewed and you can listen to the podcast. But yes, my brother-in-law was "recognized" in the Lego store. It probably made that guy's day. I walked out of the store totally cracking up. True fame in Bellevue Square Mall!

The other part of my revelations of firsts is simple: we were going for a walk, and I was stepping into the street to cross where the Ben & Jerry's is, and splat! a bird let it go all over my foot. I screamed and Mike wiped off my sandal in the grass. I did my best to clean off my poor foot and walked all the way home with squishiness between my toes. Sandal went in the trash, foot went in the tub. Yuck!

And here are some pictures from the rest of the visit. They are from my phone this time because I forgot to bring the camera along.

At the Pike Place Market where they throw the fish

At the park by the Market with Elliot Bay in the background

On Queen Anne Hill, where we used to live, looking out over the city

Mike's got nothing on my belly!

Tim, that's pathetic!

Playing in the park sculpture


Friday, June 12, 2009

30 weeks! Let the countdown begin!

Today marks 30 weeks -- just 10 more weeks to go!

I can't believe I'm 3/4 of the way through my pregnancy!

At our appointment this morning we met with the first of a handful of other doctors at our practice. They alternate meetings with other practitioners and our own doctor during the third trimester so that when it comes time to deliver, if my doctor isn't available I'll have a pretty good chance of having at least met the person who delivers our baby. I like the idea and the guy we met this morning, Dr. Zimmer, is the doctor of the friend who originally recommended the practice.

He was really nice and said some encouraging things: that everything, from my weight gain to blood pressure, etc, is progressing along great, and that the baby is on track to be delivered at an average size of 7 to 7 1/2 pounds. Also, baby has flipped over to the delivery position: butt up, head down, and back to the world. Yay! 10 weeks ago at our mid-term ultrasound the baby was breech and facing out, so I was glad to hear that the little guy or gal has come around to the right position. And it means that big bulge we often feel rubbing against the top of my stomach is the butt, and the little pokes on the sides are definitely feet!

Baby weighs about 3 pounds now...comparable to a large cabbage.

I continue to be so thankful for how easy and comfortable this pregnancy has been for me. Aside for some weird things, like the motion sickness in the plane (and I think I had some in the car this morning, drat), as well as numbness at the top of my stomach--apparently normal, as the nerves get stretched out over my expanding ribs--this third trimester has started out as easily as the others.

I praise God that we have been blessed with a normally-developing baby, an easy pregnancy, and a wonderful doctor. And I'm thankful for how involved and excited Tim is to be a dad! This whole process has been such a joy for us and I pray that I can keep a good attitude no matter how delivery goes. I am definitely in countdown mode with only 10 weeks left now, and alternate between a bit of nervousness about delivery and excitement for the challenge. I also sway between pure excitement and love for our baby, and a bit of trepidation at how well I'll really be able to adjust to all the feeding and care. I guess what I've learned is that trusting God is the number one thing, and despite how prepared I might be from reading books, etc (and I haven't done much of that, to be honest), it's something Tim and I will learn together as we go. We're excited to meet our little baby and become parents!

The crib is here!

Our baby crib and changing table arrived yesterday, and since Uncle Mike--that is, Tim's brother--is here visiting for a few days, he and Tim put the crib together.

Hang on, Timmy, that's not for you!
It's so fun to have the furniture arriving - it's making it all feel more real!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Small talk

I'm trying to decide if I'm a jerk for writing a blog post on this topic. Let me start you off with a little anecdote, and then you can decide.

When Tim and I were at that wedding in NJ two weekends ago, we were seated next to a nice blonde girl, the girlfriend of one of the guys in the wedding party we didn't know. She was pretty and engaging, and she was graduating from Harvard the next week. She laughed when she found out that the rest of us at the table (save one other couple) had gone to Cornell together and that she was the only stranger seated alone without her date.

And do you know what she did? She talked to us. Talked our ears off, in fact, and it was such an odd experience for me that it wasn't until the end of the reception that I realized--I used to know how to do that.

All throughout her polite questions and inquiries and stories, when I really just wanted to eat my lobster bisque, I was recognizing a lost art form, one which I used to participate in: the art of the conversation.

The irony of it struck me on our way back to the West Coast. That's what East Coast people are like: they know how to have a conversation, how to take a topic from point A to point B. They ask you questions and are genuinely interested in the answers. They have interesting information to offer about themselves and see conversation almost as a sport, something to be volleyed back and forth for enjoyment, not just to pass the time.

And having experienced it again after nearly two years living in the Seattle area, which is a decidedly different culture from the East, and even the Midwest where I grew up, I recognized it as something I've missed.

Because with the relaxed culture out here has evolved a bit of social awkwardness that I first chalked up to rudeness: these coffee-soaked Seattleites would rather bury their noses in their alternative newspapers and sway along to their iPods than grace you with a conversation. Despite the fact that we've made some very good friends, to whom I wouldn't necessarily say this revelation applies, there is an overarching sense that people just aren't that interested in you. They'd rather be alone or focus on what they're eating than have a conversation. And then I realized that they simply just doesn't value the same kind of manners.

When I was a teenager in Cincinnati I didn't go over to friends' houses and ignore their parents; I had conversations with them. And my friends did the same at my house. I was comfortable talking with the headmaster of my private school, the university alumni I met with when I was applying to college, and my parents' friends. It was normal for me to engage with adults and practice the give-and-take of a nice conversation, making sure I asked the other person questions and didn't talk about myself all the time. And in New York it was the same way.

But out here, I thought there was something wrong with me that I couldn't get two words out of the kids at youth group. I tried to get to know some of their parents, but that was just as baffling. The awkwardness was palpable, and eventually I just gave up. It seems kids out here are just not brought up to ask questions or give multi-syllabic answers. And it's led Tim and me to wonder...if these teenagers we know don't know how to have a conversation, and neither do their parents, then how are we going to be able to raise our own kids to do so?

People used to ask us all the time whether people in Seattle were different from those on the East Coast. And after two years of living here, I think this is one of the biggest differences, though it's taken me a long time to realize it. I'm not so good at having conversations myself anymore; I'm used to it; I'm lazy. And though I have to say again that not everyone we've met falls into this category--I love our friends and they are definitely engaging and considerate--it is a pervasive difference. Scoff if you want at the sitting around and chatting a la Pride and Prejudice that I've been praising, but those are the kinds of manners I want my kids to have!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

A pity party...and the rescue by my fabulous husband

Maybe one of the toughest things about this pregnancy is that it hasn't been super tough, so on days when I'm just feeling blah, I have a hard time because I don't know why. When I'm heaving on an airplane at midnight and feel like crap, that I understand. There is an obvious cause and effect I can latch onto. But sometimes all feelings of normality seem just a little out of reach, and that drives me crazy.

Sunday was one of those days. I wasn't comfortable riding in the car. I was having a buzz of sciatic pain on my left side that was just enough to nag me and make me feel guilty for being on my feet too much last week. Something weird was going on with my throat, and I was all sneezy from the cottonwood seeds that have been blowing around for the last two weeks. And I think I was just drained: the day before, on Saturday, I got up at 9 and went back to bed at 12...for about 4 hours. So we basically slept all day, and on Sunday I still wasn't feeling refreshed.

It seems like everything little that could pose a problem was creeping up at the same time, little aches and pains plus the yucky feeling that I'm again outgrowing some clothes. The one pair of athletic shorts of Tim's I'd been wearing to the gym are now too tight around the waist, and the other two he has just look waaay too ridiculous for me to venture out in. So I was feeling sorry for myself about that, too.

But I had to get out. I had to do something. I asked Tim if he might tackle the pile of laundry (so I didn't have to bend over and do it) while I took a hour or so for myself at the gym and he agreed. So I poured myself into a pair of cropped leggings I used to run in and stopped wearing a few months ago--I looked like a sausage, but at least the waistband was stretchy--and headed out. And after 40 minutes getting the blood flowing and reading a terrible memoir that is way more depressing than my life will ever be, I did feel better.

I came home and this is what I found:

All the proper items drying on the rack and another load going in the dryer.

Tim's favorite houseplant repotted and all the others watered.

The table set with candles and flowers.

A new box of benadryl for my allergies.

And sweet Timmy in the kitchen, frying up chicken and boiling pasta for our dinner.

Pity party over. I love you, my sweet husband! Thank you for all you do for me, and for letting me be a wimp once in a while.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Jenni and Emily's baby shower

On Friday I had the fun privilege of hosting a baby shower for my friends Jenni and Emily. Both ladies are in our community group with church, and have turned into great friends! Plus, with Jenni due in July and Emily in October, it has been fun to go through pregnancy with them!

We did a dessert buffet, and I'm glad I had help from my friend Lexi to contribute some tasty treats and also a hilarious game!

Kim, Jenni, Emily, Marilee and Lexi check out the baby board

Angie and Emily; the "baby pictures" are computer-generated hybrids of Jenni and Emily with their husbands, and then also each of the four of them with different celebrities. It was so funny to guess which was the "real" baby for each couple!

Me with Jenni and Kim

Marilee, Lexi and Kara

Emily and Jenni with their baby keepsake boxes

Marilee, Angie, Sara and Kristan

Kara, Jenni and me

Friday, June 5, 2009

I can't see my feet! 29 weeks

Baby is the size of a butternut squash. Yay! I love this squash--love to make hearty soups with it in the fall or puree it with spicy crushed pepper for a pasta dish with ricotta cheese. It has a special place in my heart. And now it's taking up a big amount of space in my belly!

We haven't been taking regular "belly" pictures for a few weeks, but as we've been on trips various places we've definitely captured the belly. It's hard to miss! Tonight I'm hosting a baby shower for two good friends who are due in July and October, so there will definitely be photos! And maybe someone will oblige and snap a side-shot of me again.

I am feeling pretty well -- sleep is hit or miss, with me being on my feet more recently and having some recurring bouts of that lovely sciatic pain. Also the heat was just ghastly this the tippy tops of the 80s and up to 92 yesterday! Very unusual for this time of year. Thankfully a huge wind blew in last night that cleared out most of the hot air and we can expect only mid-70s today with overcast skies. I am thankful for the cross breeze we get with our two balconies, our ceiling fan, and the fact that our room and the baby's room face north and stay cool during the day!

We finally got a storage unit, which is a huge blessing, so the baby's room/office is mostly cleared out of all those boxes. We're realizing it's not as spacious as we thought and will have a bit of trouble fitting both a crib and changing table/dresser on the one wall we've allotted to baby. We considered--briefly--moving my desk into our bedroom, but I honestly cringe at the thought of living dorm-style again. So, baby will make do. I think it'll be okay. We might end up putting the rocker in our room, though, as we'd really like to get one of those. Now that this room is cleared out and we actually made a baby registry for the shower a couple friends are throwing for us next weekend, this is all starting to feel real! Not that a huge protrusion on my front hasn't been real...that and the absence of wine...but real in a new way! Pretty soon--in just 11 weeks--we're going to have a little person to wear these precious onesies and little caps we've been accumulating! Oh my goodness!

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Wow, your wife must be getting pretty huge, huh?

Tim has this coworker who likes to ask how huge I'm getting. Huge is always the operative word. He's known for not having any tact.

Hearing that (Tim and I laugh about it in the car on the way home, and make unkind comments about his jean shorts...gosh I can't help it) makes me wonder how inconsiderate I might have been to other pregnant women before I was pregnant myself.

Having been asked, "You sure there aren't twins in there?" reminds me that I have asked a friend that, myself, and while it's just meant to be funny, it does make your guard come up. (Sorry, Jenny).

That said, this weekend was actually a fun little self-esteem booster for me, hearing from my in-laws that I looked pretty good and pregnancy seemed to agree with me, plus that I was "so skinny" from this tiny Brazilian girl who was seated at our table at the wedding. Ha, I thought to myself, as she ate dainty bites of her vegetarian entree and I cut my steak. But I guess she had no reason to lie -- I'll never see her again. And apparently another girl's date liked my dress--pretty nice, coming from a guy. And it wasn't a maternity dress, either.

But then there are people who say, "It looks like you've only gained weight in your belly...right?" Do they want all the stats on the relative sizes of my thighs and arms? And following this up with, "Well, my friend gained all her weight in the last her face," when I already feel huge despite having gained only the recommended amount of weight, makes me want to shove a piece of cake into the speaker's mouth.

I'm not a testy person. Haha, wait, that's not true. But I really don't mean to be defensive. It's just funny how seemingly innocuous comments from people who have no idea what they're talking about can occasionally get under your skin. Honestly, you don't have to walk on egg shells around me...just watch your mouth!

[I really do mean it. I don't walk around looking to be offended. But yes, I do have 11.5 weeks left of pregnancy, and baby is going to get a lot bigger!]

Monday, June 1, 2009

NYC and Greg & Emily's wedding, Part 2

We ended up cancelling our dinner reservation for Friday night in New York because we were just too wiped out. It was basically lights out at 8pm...sound familiar? But we definitely needed it, because there was a lot in store for us on Saturday!
A real life Lars...and his not so real girl

Did anybody see that movie? I didn't, but I feel like Tim and I got our very own reenactment at our fabulous brunch at Pastis on Saturday morning. In the midst of ordering--and very much enjoying--a Bloody Mary (Tim) and coffee, sticky bun, granola, yogurt, and poached eggs, another diner at the restaurant was having his own grand time with his invisible date.

That's right. In between courses Tim kept saying to me, Cam, there's this guy behind you who's talking and nobody. He just ordered pancakes for somebody who isn't there. He's cutting them up. Now he's taking bites.

This went on for our whole brunch, and I really wanted to turn around, but just couldn't. Then, out of nowhere, he stands up and announces to the whole outdoor seating area, "Everybody! She said yes! I'm getting married!"

Everyone started cheering and clapping, and at first I didn't realize this was the same guy, not having seen him before. But Tim couldn't stop grinning and said, "That's him!"

Somebody called out, "Where is she?"
And our good fellow responded, with a flourish toward the empty chair, "She's right here!"

Oh my goodness, I died laughing. Everyone else was roaring, and I don't know what the guy did, I couldn't bring myself to turn around and see. After a little while people stopped completely staring at him and he paid his bill and walked out, easy as you please. He looked completely normal, and had a couple of bags with him...not homeless-man bags, just everyday department store bags and what looked like a camera case. I couldn't stop laughing through the rest of our breakfast. Are you kidding me?!

Greg and Emily's wedding

After a harrowing drive out of the city--using a turn signal is a foreign concept, apparently, and basically anyplace that isn't the sidewalk is fair game for accelerating--we made it to the Westin in Morristown and hung out for a bit before the wedding. We stopped at Walgreens for some Dramamine for the flight home (a good choice; the flight back was much better), and then got dressed and boarded the bus for the wedding! It was in a beautiful old church in historic Morristown, and the reception at their country club was quite lovely! We had a great time reconnecting with friends we haven't seen since our own wedding nearly 2 years ago.

Mr. and Mrs. Heidt leaving the church

Tim (in the background) and Jason (foreground) helped hold Cornell oars for the couple's exit

Nate and Tim

Andrew and Nate

Tim with Jason and Max

Tim and me with Greg and Emily

The cake!

NYC and Greg & Emily's wedding, Part 1

Sooo glad to be back from this trip! It was good, but not without its, read on:

Boring pregnancy no more

Have you been bored by my pregnancy? I mean, honestly, I never have anything exciting or dramatic to share! While other women feel like they're running the gauntlet over these 9 months, it's pretty much been smooth sailing for me. That is, until I stepped foot on my first flight since returning from our Christmas visit to Ithaca at all of 6 weeks pregnant or so.

Kim, let me just say, I'm washing your sweatshirt. Twice.

No, it wasn't morning sickness, but it was a sickness of an altogether different kind, one which I've never really experienced. Motion sickness. While other women seem to develop random allergies, like to dairy or shellfish, or get gestational diabetes, I seem to have gotten a new propensity for motion sickness on airplanes. And let me tell you, I was not happy to revisit my pad Thai dinner at 1 in the morning.

Oh well -- it could be worse, right? Right. Poor Tim had to clean it up. And apparently the girl sitting at the window didn't mind: "It doesn't make me queasy to see other people puke." Well, okay. Thanks.

New York state of mind

We had an unshowered-and-gritty brunch with Max, Jason and Michelle at a little grocer Max likes by Central Park before they headed off to the wedding festivities. It was great to see them, even if I was feeling disgusting, and luckily they didn't seem to mind. Max and Jason were in the wedding (Greg and Emily's that is...all of these folk are former rowers with Tim) and Michelle did a reading at the ceremony, so they had to get going a lot earlier than we thought, but it was nice to have a few minutes with them. Plus, Michelle and Jason are getting married next July, so it was fun to finally see her ring!

The big surprise of the day was that Tim's parents plus Anna, Elizabeth, Lydia and Sarah drove down from Ithaca to spend the day with us. Thanks for making the trip, everybody!

After some much-needed cleaning up in the hotel we headed off to visit the USS Intrepid, a WWII-era aircraft carrier docked in the East River. There was also a nuclear submarine to explore.

Anna and me
Everybody outside the Intrepid

Anna coming through a doorway in the submarine

Me, Lydia, Sarah and Liz

Yay popsicles!

Sarah coming down the steps from the deck

On the deck - it was hot up there!

In front of the river - good thing they had railings up!

Sympathy shot

Thanks, baby