Kristen Vermilyea

it’s looking like this baby might just be a scorpio.  i had assumed she’d be a libra.  i know and adore many libras.  scorpios, not so many – and no women scorpios (that i can think of at present).

i took mom and my belly to hooters in zurich today – kind of as a joke, as it’s not a place we would normally go, but as soon as it came out of my mouth, we both laughed and agreed that it was pretty perfect and that we needed something to shake things up and that maybe, just maybe, this baby would respond to chicken wings and curly fries … so far no dice.  but we did get this awfully swell photo:

i have to say, i feel as though we’ve tried just about everything ‘they’ (along with personal advice from good friends and my own crazy ideas) say to do to get babies out: the teas, walking, spicy food, acupuncture, acupressure, shiatsu, more walking, peter fonda rubbing the belly, galloping up and down on a curb, giving the kid a stern talking to, eating loaded pizza, going for a car ride on a somewhat bumpy road, relaxing baths, finishing her room, asking her nicely and even telling her what her name will likely be…

as i head to bed this evening after yet another wonderful meal made and cleaned up after by my amazing mother (with whom i’ve had the most delightful time waiting for this kid – she should sell herself as a ‘lady-in-waiting’ for these kinds of things – she’s got a real knack for it …), i take comfort in knowing that this little girl is already on her own path and will arrive when she is good and ready. 

so if not by tomorrow, mom and i will likely hit another brocki haus, go for more walks, knit and talk and laugh more, visit with friends and neighbors, watch a movie, eat some good food and field more calls from the U.S. asking, ‘where is she?!!!!’  and that’s okay too. (though i am getting a little impatient, i must admit…)