Praying to the Porcelain Goddess
So I went through one whole pregnancy, 14 weeks and 1 day, before I had to experience the joy that is morning sickness in he most literal sense of the word.A little late in the 15th week of pregnancy – which leads me to think that this isn’t actually pregnancy-related. Maybe last night’s grilled fish? Or the baked apple I just needed to have? But then, what’s bad about these things?Needless to say, I feel like utter crap today. I had to stay in bed until Geo gently coaxed me out of it around 2 PM. I can’t remember the last time I was in bed until the afternoon hours!If it weren’t for today, I could safely say that so far the second trimester holds

Full House!
When it came to talk about my mother in law visiting, I adopted the following attitude: “I believe it, when she walks out of those airport gates on VIE.”There was talk about her coming to visit after La Nena was born. There was talk of her visiting during her first year of life. There was talk about her coming for her first birthday. For Christmas. In spring. For her second birthday. I don’t think I even remember all the talks and plans.So far, it had never happened. Circumstance always got in the way. Mostly money. And vacation time off work. Life is complicated for a Mexican working in the USA – no doubt about it.The new plan was – well, NOW. Excit

Letter to Wurmi, 12th Week
Hey, little wiggleworm! Find everything to your liking, so far? It sure looked like you do, judging from the way you were moving about, kicking and boxing, when we last had a chance to look at you! Your movements were so smooth, so graceful, just like a ballet dancer, almost. It was pure bliss to watch you – and it was simply amazing to witness how much you have grown from that little tadpole with a heartbeat to this clearly human looking miniature baby, who is already moving around so much! It’s just as surreal as it was the first time to watch those movements on a screen, while not feeling the tiniest flutter inside. Nothing. How can such acrobatics happen inside of me, while I am co

A Hard Time...
Already I notice that I have written significantly more during the early stages of my pregnancy with La Nena than I am doing now – and that even though I made the specific resolution to be as attentive and reflected the second time around.Part of the reason is that – indeed – the every-day signs and symptoms are not so exciting anymore that I feel like devoting entire blog entries to them. It is even so, that I do not pay attention to every pinch and “weirdness” going on in my body the way I did the first time around, when everything was new. I don’t even have the time! There is La Nena to entertain... a full time job on most days, and a lot more trying than my “re

OMI
With apologies to my English speaking readers, the following is a German poem I have found in yesterday’s daily paper, the Krone, and was written by a reader by the name of Doris Pleninger, from Villach. (Just to do the copyright courtesy laws justice – and just in case this woman googles herself and finds this entry.)The poem is about her grandmother, and from the sound of it, she passed away just recently. Just like mine. I read her poem, and was shaken by violent tears. I showed it to my mother, and she choked up as well. This poem couldn’t describe my own Omi any better... and I decided to post it here, to always remember it. I am no go