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Blooming… For real!

Well it is spring and I am in full bloom, as you’ll see in some photos below. My belly is sure growing and so is our little guy. I am now at 32 weeks and 5 days. He is now the size of a head of lettuce and nearly 4 pounds. It is amazing how fast he is growing now…and me too. I have been doing lots of walking, or at least as much as my hips can manage. This helps me feel better about my gigantic appetite. I am really thankful that Katie is working on campus MWF so we walk for our lunch hours all around campus. Campus is my favorite place to walk because there is always a building with a bathroom nearby. This is why I haven’t ventured out on too many neighborhood walks…I am terrified of being stranded without a toilet.

Kris and I have been busy. Plumas is in escrow, so we are crossing our fingers and our toes that everything goes well, but as we know, nothing is for sure until the ink is dry on all final documents. It will be such a huge weight lifted to only be paying one mortgage.

Here on the home front, we have replaced the carpet in the two bedrooms, one of which will be the nursery. It looks really nice. Alisa and I refinished my old dresser for the nursery, it looks pretty darn good if we do say so ourselves! We also have the crib put together and they look so nice together. The dresser is blue/grey and the crib is black. I’ll wait till the room is more together to post any pictures. Kris has also begun to replace all of the electrical outlets with the tamper resistant type so junior doesn’t get shocked and we wont have to put those little annoying plugs in each one. He has also done something we had been wanting to do since we moved in: He replaced all the door hinges and door knobs out. They were all brass and now they are a nice looking brushed nickel. He is so handy, I am so grateful for all he does around here!

Our last little bit of fun was a quick trip down to Orange County where we attended a wedding for a girlfriend of mine who I studied abroad with, Allison. I am so happy I was able to make it and see her on her big day. She looks so happy with her new husband! So my picture from that day will serve as my week 31 picture, and today, Easter Sunday is my official week 32 pic, even though both of these are from the front, you can still get the point. And everyone can use a giggle at the facial expressions of my adorable husband–haha! I am also a little embarrassed about my week 30 pic, but I’ve stopped taking these weekly pics so serious. I was in work out-ish clothes, I must have gone for a walk or something. Anyway, here we go with weeks 28-32:

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I think we skipped week 29 because I can’t find it…




How is pregnancy going so far? Just fine and dandy! We have been a little behind on getting things done, but there are still a few months and one more trimester to get things figured out. Here is what we know: Its a boy, we call him Clark, but we will not (I repeat) WILL NOT be naming him Clark Kent, but it is fun to have a name to refer him to. We have selected a room in the house, it is empty aside from a few assorted things we have collected and put in the closet like the diaper bag, some decorations. We want to do a travel themed nursery with maps, suitcases and hot air balloons. We have a crib (Leey’s old one) and a dresser (my old one, soon to be refinished) for the nursery and my dad is making a rocking chair. I am having a baby shower hosted by mothers and sisters that love me. That is about it. We don’t know his name and lots of other stuff.

But here is how things are going….








Namaste. Now get out of my way!

The people of India, being a mix of a few hundred local tongues, religions, casts and other categorizations, have a very unique way of living. I have come to appreciate many of these as I observe them in action. I have been here one week now and like with all of my previous travel, I am overwhelmingly grateful for an immersive experience and not a touristic one. I may not be seeing the Taj Mahal, but I am learning a thing or two more about what life is like here and this is what I crave more than just ‘seeing’ stuff.

Friendly bobble Since I have arrived, I have not given a smile that was not returned. That is a first for me in being a foreigner. My first impression is that Indian people are very kind, or at least make it seem that way on the surface to strangers. Now, the wobble head thing, that is a different story. I had a hard time with this because the bobble of the head almost seemed to me to be like the equivalent of rolling the eyes. Like saying, “Ya, [sigh–eye roll] I guess” when in reality, it is generally meaning “yes” or “good” or “I understand” or “thank you” and things like that. Generally the bobble is affirmative and positive, even though sometimes, if the smile isn’t there, to me, I perceive it as showing annoyance. But that is also just me and my “american insecurities”.

Politeness Formalities For a country with such rich culture and tradition, Indian people are blunt, to the point and leave out general fluff we include in our daily vocabulary. I commented to Jacob that he never says “goodbye” or “thank you” at the end of a phone conversation, the conversations just…end. When I pointed this out, he said, “we don’t bother ourselves with these formalities, we just say what needs to be said.” He sneezed and I asked, “what do you say when someone sneezes?” and he said, “We just carry on”. And after thinking about it, I don’t even know why I asked. If they don’t say goodbye on the phone, they definitely wont bless you when you sneeze. I have to credit the name of this post to the visiting professor who is here in Bangalore who blurted out this hilarious phrase when talking about how nobody says these polite formalities.

Be Aggressive on your feet Jacob tells students and visitors that they must be aggressive. If you wait to be next in line, someone will just step in front of you. There is very little order in that regard, it’s every girl for herself. Today I was ordering some coffee and this was tested. There is a long ish counter where students crowd up and there are a few workers behind the counter, imagine a crowded bar. A girl in front of me was finished and right as I was going to fill her spot at the counter, someone jumped in and ordered, knowing good and well I was there and had been waiting. It didn’t matter. So, I held my Rupees in the air and called out, “2 coffees” and was served immediately. I guess we, in the US, are sometimes worried about offending someone else by doing something like that (taking cuts) when here nobody gets offended, they just get more aggressive with the line.

Be aggressive on wheels Now take that philosophy and apply it to the roads. It’s every vehicle for itself, and if you cut someone off, they aren’t going to chase you down and yell at you, they move on, and cut someone off 2 seconds later. There is an order to the chaos. Last night, on the back of the scooter with Seema, there was one lane turning into another lane and there is no signal directing how the lanes will intersect. Therefore, it was just a really slow mishmash of autos, rickshaws, busses and 2 wheelers seeking their chance to advance forward in the madness. Nobody yells, everybody honks (like, all the time, always you hear honking, always) and it just goes. There isn’t road rage and they have probably the worst traffic in the world. Why can’t we just cool it in the US?

Power struggle Every now and then, the lights go out. India’s growth and development is in crisis with the amount of infrastructure to support power. They use quite a lot of coal but also have some green methods like geothermal, hydro and solar. Still, there isn’t enough to support the need and demand. In some states, there are mandatory periods of power outages to conserve energy. Could you imagine? Each day for a 2 hour period, not having any electricity? Here on campus, they have back up generators so that these outages do not disrupt things like class, internet connection, and things like that so they go out for 15 or 20 seconds and the come back on. In other places, the outages are longer and more frequent.

Slow or Fast The pace in India is noteworthy. I remember noticing how in Costa Rica, everyone walked so slowly, compare that in the tube in London where they are practically running! Here, at least on campus, people are one of two things: on time (so why go any faster than a very leisurely walk?) or late (therefore running). I haven’t seen to many people match my usual pace of walking which some might say is a little faster than it needs to be, especially if I am not late. What’s the hurry?

Finger-licking While eating dinner with Seema and her two kids (7 and 12 years old), her daughter asked me, “so, you always use a fork? why don’t you eat with your hands?” to which I said, “well, we do have pizza and fried chicken, but other than that we use the fork” and she really thought that was funny. I’ve mostly adapted to eating with my hands, but I am usually eating something that includes some type of flat bread that can be pinched and dipped. Jacob told me next week we would have a traditional Kerala (a southern state where he is from) meal which is just rice with curries and chutneys so I’ll be piling rice with sauce into my hands and gracefully shoving it into my face. Should be photo worthy.

Wrapped The students here on campus have a specific dress code. Men are to wear slacks and a button up or pull over collared shirt. Women must wear a high collar longer sleeved shirt and long pants. Many of them also wear a scarf. The visiting professor and I were talking about how the women here must have magical shoulders because of the way they wrap their scarves and how they never move, ever! But Seema revealed their secret, they use pins! Many will wrap it like we do in the states, once around the neck and the two sides fall in front, but the way I like it (and may adopt when I get home) is to drape the center of the scarf in your upper chest area and let the two ends fall behind you. This is where they cheat with pins or walk ever so gracefully to keep it there. I love the colors. Many times the pants, blouse and scarf are all different but complimentary colors and look so amazing. I gawk at everyone here. The women’s clothing, the handsome men, the darling kids… crazy tourist!