I get so emotional, baby

I am normally a very emotional person. Usually, this means when I have a gripe, I let you know. However, I also cry extremely easily at sentimental situations. This has been amplified by the massive amounts of cry-ogenone (not a real hormone) circulating though my system with the baby. The most recent episode occurred today while watching the movie Up. Please remember that I am a huge fan of Pixar movies, and I have an attachment to pretty much all of them. If you have not yet seen Up, please see it now or as soon as the warden allows.
Now Up tells the story of Carl Fredrickson and his adventure with a young neighbor, Russell, and a house attached to a thousand helium balloons. But, the movie starts with the story of Carl as a young boy and how he met his wife. The next ten minutes is almost a perfect silent film of how two people in love will spend their lives and adventures together, although they may not be as exotic as the ones in their dreams. I cried for the whole sequence. I'm crying while typing this. Most of the theater was at least sniffling.

I also started crying a few days ago when I was listening to a review of the movie on NPR. The reviewer also discussed other poignant scenes in Disney movies, and I instantly thought of the scene in Dumbo where the young elephant is separated from his mother (if you forgot, she was placed in the elephant looney bin for protecting Dumbo from hecklers). The song "Baby Mine" is playing during the sequence, and it is about as heart-wrenching a scene as exists in film. The other scene I thought of was the second-to-last scene of Pinnochio, just after he has saved Gepetto and his friends from Monstro the whale. Jiminy Cricket is calling for Pinnochio, and stops short when he finds him washed up, presumably dead, on the beach. He had sacrificied himself to save the others. There I go, crying again.
It's a shame that the Disney company in general seems to have abandoned good story-telling just so little sister Pixar can continue to pound them (Bolt was really good though).
As for me, I will continue to get emotional any time I think about my life with my husband and our new baby. I can't help it; how many people get to live a life this perfect?

About a baby...

Least shocking statement of the year: We're having a baby (really, once it's on facebook, it's over).
It took almost an act of God (aka: vacation) to free up enough time to write this blog. It's been really hard the past several months to keep my blabbering mouth shut about this whole baby thing. Every blog I've typed over that time period has had to have a "I'm pr, pr, pr, pr" deleted from it as I had to control blurting it out. As you may or may not know, Darren and I are extremely A-type people. Everything must be absolutely perfect at all times, period (with the exception of our house; it's a disaster). So when we found out, we had to wait until the 12 week appointment before we would tell ANYONE*. I'm still getting used to whole concept that there is a little lemon-sized infant inside me, depending on me for its every need.
So, as I begin this next chapter in my life, this blog will now be devoted mostly to the new baby (quite a bit less about triathlons, although I'm still going to try one this summer).

How it all started:
A few days before I figured out what was going on, I noticed that I could not catch my breath. I would be walking down the halls or climbing stairs and get winded very quickly. Normally, I am like a 6 year-old, walking as fast as I can and sprinting up stairs. This was very odd for me. I also was running one day and was completely wiped out after 2 miles. 2! A few days after that, my stomach felt like I had been sucker-punched the day before and not remembered. It was like 80-minute abs! So I quickly figured something was up. Darren and I had not been trying very long, so when I finally did take a test, it was a complete surprise. Yay!!!!
Since those first uncomfortable weeks, my stomach pain has relapsed and I have some breath control back. I still can't run for more than about 30 minutes, but it's a huge improvement. I also totally avoided any morning sickness, which is great, but I over-compensated the whole eating more thing. When I go to the pool now, I look like the chubby chick instead of the pregnant chick. My belly is still pretty small but the rest of me grew plenty. I need a shirt or billboard or something that explains my condition "Pregnant, not fat!".

At this point, I am 14 weeks, 4 days. Can't wait for the 20 week ultrasound. Will it be grandson #2/6 or granddaughter #1 on both sides?


*The exception to this is the residents that I am rotating with. Orthopaedics requires a ton of exposure to radiation and toxic airborne chemicals, so I had to let them know why I was skipping certain cases.

RIP Robley Rex

As a med student rotating through the CCU (cardiac intensive care unit) at the VA hospital in, oh say, 2002, I remember always seeing this little old guy pushing his walker through the halls. He was always friendly, always smiling, and always trying to cheer up the very sick vets in the unit. I also remember that he had this handmade pin he wore that was shaped like a hand making the "hang loose" sign.
This man's name was Robley Rex, and as I came to find out, he was Kentucky's only surviving World War I (that's a one there, folks) veteran. He was 101 years old and cheering up WWII and Vietnam era vets up to half his own age. Mr. Rex died this week, just 4 days shy of his 108th birthday. He was a true inspiration to living your life with purpose and grace. He will be missed.

Just checking in

Sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been working my tail off the past several weeks and I have the bags under my eyes to prove it. Here's what I've accomplished lately:
1. I've operated on over 200 people so far this year, which averages out to around 15 surgeries or so a week. I am rapidly approaching complete and total residency burnout, and I am currently counting down the number of in-house calls I have left (9). After those, I never have to sleep in a hospital again.
2. Max is really sick. I'm pretty sure he has either a tumor on his spinal cord or bad lumbar stenosis, but either way my poor puppy is struggling badly with stairs and walking. He doesn't seem to be in any pain, and he will still play some, but he doesn't have his old doggy happiness.
3. Trying to get into the pool more. I always dread the lead-up to getting in the water, but once I'm in, I'm happy as a clam for the next hour of so. I still like beating people younger than me (Yay!)
4. Sad about Harry Kalas.
5. Happy as heck for Isaac and Sarah! Also all of my other friends who are expecting (Jackie, Leah, Melissa, Mary, Catherine, Autumn, April).
6. Welcome my new nephew Zak to the world! (son of Eric and Sylvia, 4/16/09, 7lb9oz)

A Comedy of Errors

One of the greatest things about Philadelphia is that is really close to much better cities. The crown jewel of these is, of course, New York, especially during conference tournament time. For the past three years, I took a week off during the Big East tourney in order to travel up to Madison Square Garden. Usually, Darren and I stay at Casey's place in SoHo. This year, however, I took my vacation in February to go to Jamaica, so I was only able to travel on the weekend. Luckily, Louisville managed to get into the finals on Saturday night. Since Casey is in China, he kindly mailed us his house keys so we could still crash at his place (and watch his cat). Darren found some tickets on Craigslist Saturday morning, and the day was set! That's about the last thing that went right....

Problem 1: I blame Tim Burton. If Big Fish wasn't such a darn entertaining movie, I would have put more thought into the packing process. As it was, Darren and I got stuck watching it until 11:30 or so when our bus to NY was supposed to leave at 12:30. After the scramble to get out the door, we started our trek to 30th street station to catch the bus. About 2 blocks from our house, Darren remembered that we forgot to put Max up. So he ran back to do that while I kept walking. When we reached the bus stop at 12:15, our ticket was nowhere to be found. We still haven't found it. Perhaps Darren dropped it while trying to catch up? The bus pulled away while we stood there frantically searching our bags.

Problem 2: Well, the bus problem was easily solved as we were already at the train station and the R7 Septa line goes to Trenton, where we can switch over to New Jersey transit trains. We were out $24 bucks, but at least we would still get to NY in plenty of time for the 9pm game. We waited in yet another line for Septa tickets and caught the train with a few minutes to spare. (side note: Septa machines spit out $1 coins for change, but yet don't accept the same coins. Go figure). As our train pulled up to Trenton Transit center at 1:48, Darren leaned over and asked, "did you grab Casey's keys?". Uh, no. I felt like the fat kid in Stand by Me that only remembered to bring a comb (I brought two of those). After a quick discussion before the 1:59 NY bound train left, we agreed that Darren would return to Philly for the keys, and I would continue on to Penn Station in order to meet with the lady we were buying tickets from. Darren would drive up in our car.

Problem 3: I've had my phone for a couple years now, and as it has aged, the battery has lost the ability to hold charge. When we left the house, I had 3 bars. By the time I reached Penn Station at 3:15, I was down to 1. I called Darren on his train and asked him to grab my charger. The problem arose when I had to meet the ticket person. As my phone kept blinking stupidly at me that my battery was dead (side note, if you are dying, stop doing the equivalent of jumping jacks. save your damned energy), I was able to get the tickets at 4:55. With my phone now completely dead, I waited outside Casey's apartment hoping that Darren wouldn't break down on the way there (my car is ancient).


After all that happened, we were finally together by 6pm in order to enjoy the day that we wanted to. The NY alumni associated hosted their annual pre-game party at Stouts Bar on West 33rd, and we got to talk to Denny Crum and Darrell Griffith while listening to the pep band. Much more fun than missing buses and forgetting keys. The game itself was awesome, and congratulations to UofL for not only winning the Big East (twice), but doing it with a crowd that was 70% Syracuse fans. Darren and I went down to the lower levels for the trophy presentation and cutting of the nets, and it made the whole day of adventure well worth it.


Last story: we went to a diner accross the street from MSG after the game for some (veggie) burgers and fries (I also wanted a milkshake but their machine was broken. Bastards!). We talked to our waiter who had worked Thursday night during the 6 OT SU-UConn game. He said the manager had let all the waiters but one leave at midnight or so. Then they got swamped with post-game fans at 1:30 when the game let out. I guess they should have turned on the radio or something.

Catching up on things

1. I would like to start an awareness campaign for the entertainment industry. Please know that for a very long time now, doctors are not filthy rich. They do well as a group, but very very few are millionaires. I bring this up because on Law and Order the other night, the DA was arguing that a pediatrician shouldn't be allowed to post bail because he was worth 9 million dollars. Uh, no. The average pediatrician makes $90,000 a year. That's it. 20 years of school and three or more years of residency. Wow.
To be fair, surgeons make more, but most of that is because we do procedures, which are compensated by insurance companies at higher rates than office visits. Even that has decreased significantly in that past 20 years, as a joint replacement surgeon makes about half of what they did then.
I almost still wonder why college kids go to med school. Again I think it's the media portrayal. Here's the reality: go to med school, bust your ass for 3-7 years of residency making $12 an hour, graduate, and then pay half your income in malpractice insurance. Have fun kids!
(disclaimer: I don't care how much I make, I like my job just because it's fun)

2. Late in high school and early college, Street Fighter II was a great way to spend an evening. The new SF IV makes me laugh because it looks exactly the same. Same jerky graphics and all.


3. MarioKart for Wii is fun.

4. I'm ready for spring. The Chuddley Cannondale is ready to go (once she gets new tires and a tune up).

5. We're considering getting a new car, but we're concerned that the car we want is made in Mexico by non-union labor. Seems kinda silly trying to stimulate the economy by buying an American car when the workers aren't American.

Jamaica recap

To be honest, there's not really a lot to say that wasn't said in Darren's blog. We had a great time, enjoyed the weather, and ate more then is ever recommended (I had a bowl of ice cream at every meal). We got back a week ago, and the Philly weather has welcomed us home to light snow, cloudy skies, and below average temps. I actually got out on my bike this week, but that was only because I had to take the car to get new brakes and it was the only way home. It was nice to get out on the old girl again...
Here are some pics, enjoy!