Everyone asks me if I am going to find out the sex of the baby. I've always wanted to wait. I understand that it makes it easier for people to buy gifts. Easier to buy blue or pink than to find things in white, yellow or green. But for me, it's important to wait and find out when we have the baby in our arms.
Would it make life easier to know if I should by blue or pink stuff but there is so much excitement for me in waiting. I mean there are so few true surprises and even fewer good surprises! This is the ultimate surprise. Is baby bud a boy or a girl? I guess we'll be waiting close to 7 months to find out. I just hope the doctor can keep his/her mouth shut!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Early Pregnancy is a bitch
The nausea is horrible! My mom and my aunt never had nausea so I excepted that I too would enjoy the first trimester of my first pregnancy vomit and nausea free. I forgot that I'm not carrying a Mexican baby, I'm carrying a half-Mexican baby who apparently hates limes. For the most part I've only had nausea but when I enjoy a lime-based drink vomit follows! How am I suppose to not have limes? Again, I'm Mexican. I love limes. I put lime on everything. Next I'll find out that Bud hates watermelon and then I'll be perfectly screwed over by my biracial spawn.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
New Supreme Court Justice
I won't normally talk politics on my baby-blog but this one topic really seems to fit. Yesterday for the first time a Latina was nomiated for the Supreme Court. Considering that I am a Latina with post-graduate education, I have to say I feel some pride in knowing that a glass ceiling has been broken or at least is a little closer to breaking. Will I ever be asked to be a Supreme Court justice? God help us all if I ever am. I have no training and no desire but I would love to be the Librarian of Congress. That's a political position I really could see myself doing and doing well.
But anyways, how does this relate to Bud? Ray and I talked about it yesterday and it seems that Bud might grow up in a world where he/she really could be anything he/she wants to be. Bud is going to a half-Black/half-Mexican child with two educated parents. Being biracial in American isn't easy and I can't image being biracial in the deep south is going to help but Bud is going to see a world with an African-American president (well really a biracial president) and a hopefully a Latina Supreme Court Justice. How lucky is that?
I remember the night Obama was elected, Ray cried and said that now little black children really could grow up to be president. I hope he is right. I hope Bud will grow-up and no see limitations in front of him/her. I never dared to dream too big. How could a little Mexican girl in Texas ever grow up to go to college? My parents didn't speak much English when I was born and they worked so hard they often couldn't help me with my homework. Yet, I manged to get into a wonderful woman's college and go on to earn two graduate degrees. Maybe I did limit myself but I don't see limits for Bud.
I don't want to push and live out my dreams through Bud either. But when Bud wants music lessons or to play sports, I hope that my hard work will mean that I have time. Time for Bud. Time to help him/her achieve his/her dreams. Maybe Bud will be president, maybe a college professor, maybe Bud will just be a damn-good hairdresser but Bud will never have limits placed on him/her. Bud will go as far as Bud wants to go and not limit his/her dreams to what the past has said is possible. This is a whole new world and Bud will be ready for it.
But anyways, how does this relate to Bud? Ray and I talked about it yesterday and it seems that Bud might grow up in a world where he/she really could be anything he/she wants to be. Bud is going to a half-Black/half-Mexican child with two educated parents. Being biracial in American isn't easy and I can't image being biracial in the deep south is going to help but Bud is going to see a world with an African-American president (well really a biracial president) and a hopefully a Latina Supreme Court Justice. How lucky is that?
I remember the night Obama was elected, Ray cried and said that now little black children really could grow up to be president. I hope he is right. I hope Bud will grow-up and no see limitations in front of him/her. I never dared to dream too big. How could a little Mexican girl in Texas ever grow up to go to college? My parents didn't speak much English when I was born and they worked so hard they often couldn't help me with my homework. Yet, I manged to get into a wonderful woman's college and go on to earn two graduate degrees. Maybe I did limit myself but I don't see limits for Bud.
I don't want to push and live out my dreams through Bud either. But when Bud wants music lessons or to play sports, I hope that my hard work will mean that I have time. Time for Bud. Time to help him/her achieve his/her dreams. Maybe Bud will be president, maybe a college professor, maybe Bud will just be a damn-good hairdresser but Bud will never have limits placed on him/her. Bud will go as far as Bud wants to go and not limit his/her dreams to what the past has said is possible. This is a whole new world and Bud will be ready for it.
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