Bits of Normalicy
5:00 pm: This day could not be more different. Jet just went about three hours without eating. After all the franticness of yesterday, he spent most of today asleep, eating, or crying a bit.
I got a stint on the exercise bike, a hour and a half long nap, and now I'm typing easier with fingernails that I actually finally got around to cutting. My hair is finally starting to fall out again, the pregnancy hormones are finally going away. Hoorah! It was nearly unnatural having my hair all stay in for so long, and it was nearly a relief to have my hair start coming out again when I wet comb it with the conditioner.
My 'racing stripes' as John called them are starting to fade, too. The stripes and patches of skin that darkened during the pregnancy are finally starting to fade away. I think that the skin that held the pigments have been gradually washing away or something and aren't being renewed.
Isabel and George were great and gave us the evening to go out and do what we wanted to do as John's doing full-time work for the next three days and Easter will have all the restaurants filled up like crazy. So we went and ran around Boulder a bit in the rain. The weather reports say that it's going to turn to snow and then get really, really heavy tonight, possible accumilations of between four and tweleve inches. Should be interesting.
It was so neat to go out in the rain. With the grey skies and a steady drizzle. The sun is setting a lot later, now, and with the light it was just so keen to see the world wet for once. The grass and trees everywhere are finally turning green from the browns they've been for so long, and buds are bursting from the trees in our yard.
We first dropped by the Asian Market as I'd seen, again, the pho episode of Calling All Cooks on Food TV, and I was craving a really good bowl of pho. I knew that my plans would probably take a month or at least weeks to fruition, but I also knew that I could pretty much get everything but the rice noodles at the local Safeway. So I had to get noodles while I could, and I knew that the Asian Market in Boulder would have them. We found them in the back and bought two big packages of them, picking out the less dusty and unbroken ones. The place is a real mess, in some ways, but amid all the chaos, one seems to be able to find just about anything, and they had nearly half a dozen varieties of the pho rice noodles.
Then we headed towards the Pearl Street Mall, as there was a restaurant called 15 degrees I'd also heard about from the Food Network, and wanted to try. Sadly, the restaurant had disappeared, wheither it was from construction in the area or just giong out of business, we didn't know.
So we went to another restaurant I'd heard about but never gone to named Dolan's. It's a steak and seafood place with an Italian bent, and, unlike all the other high-priced restaurants in Boulder, this place actually took care of all the details I associate with the high prices. They started very well with good bread that had a chewy crust and tender, gently sour sourdough interior. It was served with a bit of sweet, whipped butter. None of thse badly made herb or garlic butters with dry lumps of unmixed powder or dried herbs. The soup was piping hot when it got to me, and was a very passable clam chowder. When we got coffee with our desserts, it was also really good and hot and fresh. More importantly the waitress actually poured more coffee before John was done with his cup. That's a very rare service for us.
I got a really excellent seafood stew, that had a rich spicy tomato broth with plenty of perfectlly cooked tender, small mussles and clams. There was a pile of four different kinds of fish pieces in the center. A single, small, previously frozen King crab leg kept company with four really large, crisp shrimp. All of the seafood was really fresh, unlike most seafood in Boulder, which is often just barely on this side of edible.
John had a really good pasta and shrimp dish, where the pasta was actually cooked to perfection and the shrimp were crisp and lovely. They'd been cooked just enough and no more and were that lovely firm chrispness of well taken-care of shrimp. Shrimp is one of the few seafoods that actually freezes really well and if it's treated with respect comes out of it no worse for the travel.
It was just plain good. The creme brulee I had afterwards had a nicely done crust and the custard was firm and not too rich and perfumed as well as flavored with vanilla. John's chocolate torte was small enough for him to actually eat. I got a taste of it and it was rich with bittersweet chocolate. Really nice.
The waitress warned us about the heavy snow outside and when we went out it was, indeed, snowing really heavily and hard. The flakes were bit, wet and just frozen and with night coming on they'd only get more frozen. We decided to drop by the Safeway on the way home, as we needed more of the newborn disposables, as Jet still wasn't big enough for the larger ones. So we bought those and, because I'd spoken with Isabel about learning how to do onogiri, or rice ball sushi, I picked up a small salmon steak for us to do it with tomorrow.
There was a bit of a mixup about the feeding schedule, but Jet was content when we got home, and drowsing gently. I was really full of milk and mildly upset that he'd been fed until he couldn't eat anymore only an hour ago. There's a real difference between when Jet's not hungry any more and when he's completely stuffed, and since most of the Rostykus boys were formula fed, Isabel was used to feeding all babies until they were full.
We've only fed him completely full with a bottle of pumped milk just before putting him to sleep. So he was, from habit, half asleep already when we got home.
I was relying on the pump to give me some relief, and then the power went out. Luckily we were home because they didn't know where any of the candles or emergancy lighting was. So John and I trundled about and got the candles and everything out. I was a bit more upset that Jet couldn't eat off me.
The house and everything was in that odd sense of magic and strangeness with the lights out and everything lit by candles. We'd found the crank radio but had no idea what station to turn it to to hear anything about the storm and the electricity.
Finally, I was so uncomfortable I broke out the manual pump and by candle light, I actually pumped two and three-quarters ounces! That amazed me. It was also possible to see how my nipples worked with the kinds of motion and pressure that Jet uses. I could see why he could drink almost constantly for five minutes when the electric pump would get maybe a minute's worth of flow every five minutes. That was really cool. An engineer's look at a biological function. Hee.
Then Jet woke up and when I offered him my nipple, he took it cheerfully enough. He suckled pretty slowly on the first, but then went at the second with good gusto, so he was able to empty me pretty well on that side and then he went back to the first and helped me there, too.
That made me much happier.
Jet finally went to sleep and the electricity went back on, so I sat down and finished things off by pumping with the electric pump. I wanted to be as empty as possible before going to sleep. As my breasts fill, they get pretty uncomfortable, so I now get up more often then Jet does and I pump the evening milk while he and John sleep.