I am still feeling out of sorts from spending the last two days of the long weekend recovering from cat allergies and then a rare bout of nausea and vomiting on Sunday. Ugh. Poor Bassou!
Last weekend we ventured up to Philly for a truncated visit – I was hoping to explore the city more on Sunday but the marathon meant that downtown was off-limits. Also we had an unfortunate time with our accommodations booked through Airbnb. We actually had a nice studio in a Temple University dorm but it lacked some basic amenities despite repeated requests. We got a refund and a credit for a future Airbnb reservation and I was impressed with Airbnb’s customer service. We drove up on Friday and spent Saturday morning on a bus tour. Though I’d been to Philly several times I hadn’t really seen much of the city, and this was MoBob’s first visit. We had cheesesteak sandwiches at Reading Terminal Market, then dinner with dear Morocco friends in Haverford. Since downtown was inaccessible we decided to drive directly home; the Franklin Institute, the Art Museum, and the Barnes Collection will have to wait for another time.
I guess I was so out of it that I completely forgot that I was supposed to teach in Relief Society that weekend. Oops! I guess one missed Sunday out of 3+ years in a calling is OK.
In Bassou news, I am still looking for a doula. Their services are not covered by insurance and thus seem pricey, but I definitely want one. I’ve asked for recommendations all over, and of the 30 or so I’ve contacted by email, about half are already booked for next April. The one I really thought would be great to connect with can’t do it because she’ll be in her last semester of a midwifery course, but I have a couple of others that I contacted for interviews. I’m sure I’ll get someone. We had another ultrasound last week and this time MB was able to come along. He held my hand while we watched Bassou squirm. He (Bassou) wasn’t cooperating again so the technician suggested we take a walk and come back. We went to Whole Foods for a hot chocolate, and then by the time I returned Bassou was in the right position for the close-up of his heart. Weird. I also recently bought several cartons of baby and toddler clothes from a colleague. Just handling the stuff made me cry. Bassou is pretty much set for clothes and accessories until he is 3 or 4, and, I must admit, there is cute boys’ stuff. One thing we are not working on is a nursery. That seems to be the #2 question (after, are you having a boy or a girl?). I figure MB’s sister-in-law will be in the guest bedroom/office for a few months anyway and Bassou won’t notice. We’ll babyproof but that’s about it. We might have figured out the nanny situation if the young woman who cleans our place is willing and can manage her class schedule to look after Bassou. She is used to her young Moroccan-American niece and can talk to B in French. It will be a relief when this is all sorted out.
We spent a lovely Thanksgiving with R+P. Allergies notwithstanding (it's me, not the cats!)…it was nice to get out of town to a warmer clime with good friends and good food.
Here is MB at the Duke Gardens on campus:
If I knew I would be around, and if I knew you weren't going to have a speedy labor/delivery (since I am not that close by...), I would totally do it! You will find someone, I'm sure of it. I think the most important thing is to have someone there, and know that you have a rapport and can trust her, not that she's done a million births or is the most recommended.