First strike at writing after giving birth

They tell me about Braxton-Hicks contractions during non-stress testing at Alta Bates. This is where I’m going to be delivering Baz. It’s also known as the Baby Factory. God only knows how many babies have screamed their first screech within these walls. Mine will be but one. At the end of the year they inscribe the names of the babies born on a scroll, frame it, put it on the wall. My son will be Baz Franklin Sandler. Adam likes to say that his DJ name will be DJ B. Frank. I picture a little six-pound baby spinning the tunes. I try to imagine his musical taste. How will I influence it? Will he say my mom really liked this with a smile, or will he say it with a sneer? 

Yesterday's bris

I look super sappy, but I don't care. Naming ceremony with (from left) Grandpa Jay Sandler, us and Rabbi Adam Schaffer, our brother-in-law who also officiated at our wedding seven years ago.

Written to a friend just now

You are absolutely right. I was worried. I was worried about identity, about wasting my time caring for another rather than myself. Right now I'm in a sweet thick hormonal soup that somewhat allays those fears ... But it's more too. It's wordless, really. It's as if those fears themselves were given power, but good power, like the Power of Grayskull. (Was that good power?) It's as if everything has turned to nourish me and my love for this goofy tiny beauty of a guy. That is not to say perfection exists here. It never will. But circumscribed in the lines that tie me to Baz, Maizie, Jack and Adam, there is strange and wonderful magic.

Back in my ass-kicking boots

When I first got pregnant in January, I weighed 160 pounds and was on my way down, down, down. I lost weight during the first trimester, bringing me to a low of 146.4 pounds. My doctors were telling me that I needed to keep weight on and gain weight ... Christ. Did I ever think this would happen?

My ultimate high in the pregnancy was 171.1 pounds as weighed the morning before I officially went into labor. Baz was born Sept. 6 and having just stepped on the scale, I was greeted by a total of 153.3 pounds.

Do I still carry some baby weight? Of course. But check out what I looked like this morning. I'm happy.

If I make you happy I don't need to do more

Baby what you've done to me

You made me so good inside

And I just wanna be

Close to you, you make me feel so alive

- Aretha Franklin, "(You Make Me Feel Like A) Natural Woman"

Baz Franklin Sandler

Our wonderful little boy was born at 2:25 pm on Sept. 6, 2015. He weighs 6 pounds and 14 ounces and is about 19.1 inches tall. Currently he is cooing in his bassinet next to me at Alta Bates Medical Center here in Berkeley. The happy days, my friends. Incredible photo by Courtney Roberge.

Pet peeve

Women (and it's always women) who bitch-bitch-bitch about their partners and then go off on Facebook about how much they looooove them. Not only are they hypocrites, they're time-wasters.