Readers, I must fess up. As you could probably guess what with my super lame postings and equally lame sewing recently, something is up. And indeed it is.
Noah’s going to be a big brother. As excited as me and my husband are about this, the realities of the first trimester have really made mincemeat of me. Things are not as bad as they were with Noah (TMI–at least I’m not throwing up daily), but I can’t say that I have any more energy either. Food is completely abhorrent, and what I can eat, I have to force down. Even the heat of my beloved tea is making me nauseous. So as you can guess, the idea of tackling any kind of sewing project is a bit monumental mentally right now. Even my go-to couch project of yoyos is out because Noah is far too interested in my hand-sewing for me to be productive/not frustrated by playing keep away with needles. I’m rather depressed, but I did just reserve an obscene amount of opera DVDs and CDs at the library. Music therapy is always helpful, plus it’s good for baby.
I will not forget my music education roots, nor what I learned in my Master’s in the Kodaly method. Kodaly himself said that music education begins nine months before the birth of the mother. Noah heard no less than 15 operas in utero, plus all of the music in my classes. I see how music calms him and brings him joy. Not having the benefit of my classes, #2 needs the music around here to be amped up considerably.
Here’s for hoping that the end of September will find me feeling better. Oy, that’s too long.