Tonight I graduate from the Urban Gardening course that I've been taking the last few months. We've covered everything from "What is a plant?" to "How best to fertilize" to "Can you put human feces in your compost bin?" (answer to that last one is a resounding NO!). It's been a very interesting class. **For any Lansing-ites out there who are interested in the course, the Allen Neighborhood Center will be offering it again in February** Now that I'll have graduated, I just have to complete 40 hours of volunteer service staffing the community greenhouse where the course is taught. So far, the staffing has been pretty easy (harvesting basil seeds, conducting a cooking demonstration); I wanted to start getting my staffing hours over with sooner rather than later since my belly will eventually make bending and stooping a little difficult.
Yesterday, I had my first prenatal appointment with a doctor. I got the good ole heist-ya-legs-up-now-scoot-down-okay-gnash-teeth examination. Everything (so far) checked out, and I also got to hear Wee Willie's heartbeat on the Doppler machine. It was clocking a steady 165 beats per minute, fast and strong and good. S/he "swam" around quite a bit, evidently trying to avoid the loud sounds from the Doppler, so the nurse had to move the radar around to find the little tyke. The nurse (Angie, I absolutely adore her) told me she could already see and feel my "baby bump" which I've been looking for for about a week now but can't quite locate. It's like in the prepubescent novel "Are you there God? It's me, Margaret" when the title character (Margaret, not God) is hoping and wishing for breasts that haven't arrived yet. But I figure if Angie can see and feel the bump, it'll only be a matter of time before I will, too.
Several people have asked me how Adam is doing out in Virginia, and he is just fabulous. We speak everyday, and I have to hand it to him, he's being everything that I need him to be in terms of being the geographically-distant-husband-and-father-to-be. He's excited, concerned, caring and misty-voiced at all the right times. He's a little homesick, but they've got him so busy between running several miles every morning and going through classes that he doesn't have a lot of time to think about it. I'm sure that Miss Kika staying with Dad for the next several months will alleviate any sadness he's got, though. I can't wait to spend Thanksgiving week with him and the family, and then Adam will come down this way for Xmas.
So....lots going on. Now I just have to decide where exactly I'll be placing those tassels tonight.
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