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Wednesday, August 6th, 2008
embodiment
with the release from bedrest and my fledgling return to civil society come privileges. i can walk…slowly. i can dance…sorta. i can march out at any time of day or night and procure my own Nibs cake (insert favourite heartburn-inducing poison here). sure, the price is high. anyone who’s ever been pregnant will attest that […]
24 Comments » - Posted in pregnancy stuff by bon
Saturday, August 2nd, 2008
ghosts
how is it that memory can feel more vivid, sometimes, than the present? i am in Halifax, but not in the hospital…i am on a vacation of sorts. it feels more like time travel. i wander here in a soup of memories, bright and disconcerting and surreal, expecting to encounter former selves around every corner. […]
22 Comments » - Posted in stuff stuff by bon
Tuesday, July 29th, 2008
little duck
weekend before last, in Halifax, we took Oscar and his cousins to the Public Gardens. sure, the place is a beautiful collection of Victorian arboreal exotica with rare trees, a few leafy survivors older than anyone i know…but those points of charm were of little interest to three boys under three. the Gardens is kewl […]
27 Comments » - Posted in smitten stuff by bon
Saturday, July 26th, 2008
like riding a bike
out. Saturday morning in the zoo-like crush of the local farmer’s market. old ladies and old hippies sweep by me, children push past. all our bodies are just a little too close – and mine just a little too large to accommodate the dodging i attempt – but the thronging mass is cheerful, busily engaged […]
30 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff,pregnancy stuff,stuff to be done by bon
Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008
the velvet handcuffs
as of 4 pm yesterday afternoon, i’m free. the bedrest is officially over. not only that, but i’m done with the IWK…that strange, cloistered otherworld where i’ve spent more than ten weeks of my life, where my first child was born and died, where Oscar and i spent our long, still wait together in ye […]
47 Comments » - Posted in pregnancy stuff,stuff to be done by bon
Wednesday, July 16th, 2008
such sweet sorrow
just before bed, every night, with Oscar all cozy under his blanket and his baby doll and stuffed rabbit in his arms, we read Guess How Much I Love You or Goodnight Moon or some other board book with little animals heading to bed. the Boynton one if he’s particularly giggly, the “goodnight little mouse” […]
52 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff,pondering stuff by bon
Monday, July 14th, 2008
here comes johnny yen again
last night i rambled through the neon streets of a nameless north Asian city, lost and utterly foreign and happy as a clam. like any dream, it made no narrative sense. i was simply elsewhere, escaped, otherworlded. it was vivid, a montage of sense recollections and body memory, smells and sights and pace all propped […]
8 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff,stuff stuff by bon
Saturday, July 12th, 2008
outings with gimpy
the almost-in-laws are visiting this week, tackling long-moldering tasks like painting our living room and recycling Dave’s overgrown beer bottle collection and helping build a playhouse for Oscar in the backyard. bless them…they are very welcome guests. no, i’m not sharing them. renting…? maybe. yesterday’s tasks involved a long list of doctor’s visits. in the […]
32 Comments » - Posted in pregnancy stuff,stuff stuff by bon
Tuesday, July 8th, 2008
kinship
he called Sunday night, said he wanted to check on how i’m doing with the ongoing bedrest saga. you’re just jealous, i said, of me getting to do all this laying around. no no, he laughed, i’ve got enough of that going on myself. it’s terrible. it’s supposed to be nice tomorrow, i said. i […]
35 Comments » - Posted in relationship stuff by bon
Monday, July 7th, 2008
through the looking glass
Oscar after his nap…soft around the edges, little body still bleary and warm. i love this photo. alas, i did not take this photo. Kate came over for an afternoon a few weeks ago, and the lens she pointed at us offered up faces of my son i’d never seen before. she has a wicked […]
