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Jul. 23rd, 2003 10:45 amThe other day I took Isaac to my workplace to be admired. It went well. Everyone ooh'ed and ahh'ed, of course. :) I also spoke with my supervisor and he agreed that it will be okay for me to not return to work until after Labor Day (how apropos, eh?) even though that will be longer than the maternity leave they had promised me. Some of it will therefore be unpaid, but that'll be okay. My mom gave me some money as a birthday gift (mine, not his) and we'll be okay financially. And it's a relief to know I won't have to return to work a mere two weeks from now!!
Isaac is six weeks old and getting very hefty. He can hold his head up quite well (very advanced for his age!) and when you put him on his tummy, he lifts his leg and pushes onto his side -- it is clearly only a matter of time before he'll be turning himself over. Eep!
I am also doing mostly okay, with the exception of the occasional bad day (like yesterday) when it seems like he doesn't sleep at all and therefore neither do I. *groan* But that's life, right? I barely recognize myself in the mirror; my boobs look huge and my belly looks teeny! :)
In non-baby-related news, I finished reading four of the five Hugo-nominated novels and have decided that I'm not going to finish the fifth (The Scar by China Mieville) before the voting deadline of July 31st. So I will be voting for Kim Stanley Robinson's The Years of Rice And Salt. It's interesting -- I thought I would like Robert Sawyer's entry better (Hominids) because the last Sawyer book I read, I really liked, whereas I didn't much care for the last Robinson that I read; and yet, this time around, it was the reverse. I liked the concepts of Hominids but felt that the execution, so to speak, was lacking. It goes to show, you can't judge an author by just reading *one* of his books.
Isaac is six weeks old and getting very hefty. He can hold his head up quite well (very advanced for his age!) and when you put him on his tummy, he lifts his leg and pushes onto his side -- it is clearly only a matter of time before he'll be turning himself over. Eep!
I am also doing mostly okay, with the exception of the occasional bad day (like yesterday) when it seems like he doesn't sleep at all and therefore neither do I. *groan* But that's life, right? I barely recognize myself in the mirror; my boobs look huge and my belly looks teeny! :)
In non-baby-related news, I finished reading four of the five Hugo-nominated novels and have decided that I'm not going to finish the fifth (The Scar by China Mieville) before the voting deadline of July 31st. So I will be voting for Kim Stanley Robinson's The Years of Rice And Salt. It's interesting -- I thought I would like Robert Sawyer's entry better (Hominids) because the last Sawyer book I read, I really liked, whereas I didn't much care for the last Robinson that I read; and yet, this time around, it was the reverse. I liked the concepts of Hominids but felt that the execution, so to speak, was lacking. It goes to show, you can't judge an author by just reading *one* of his books.
