Saturday, April 30, 2011

Where has she been?

Fighting the Mexican drug war waged by the president Felipe Calderon? Nope. She hasn't seen, heard, tasted, felt, or even casually sniffed nor snorted anything to do with drugs or wars. Mexico City's mellow, man.

Binging on tacos and guacamole in the company of old friends? Not really. She's had her fair share of tacos and avocado in all the forms the designer intended (including murky, greenish drinks that promise to make your hair and nails grow twice their usual speed while also making you thinner, richer, and able to speak a dead language) and she's had plenty of opportunities to catch up with amigos and amigas who all seem to have procreated while she was gone, leading her to attend quite a few birthday bashes complete with candy filled piñatas and wine for grownups (after the kids are done smashing up the property and anyone smaller than themselves in lieu of aiming for the Hello Kitty or Spiderman hanging from the ceiling), but there have been plenty of tacos consumed in the privacy of her own bedroom while watching reruns of Mad about You.

Waiting for her stuff to arrive on a boat from South Africa? Well, yes. Among other concerns. She's still not entirely sure where her furniture, and 100 of the 130 pairs of shoes she owns, currently are, and the only thing she knows for sure concerning the huge honking shipping container that houses her and the Viking's life at the moment is that at some point someone forgot it in the Bahamas and didn't tell her until much later. But that's not it.  

Saying a final farewell to her single remaining grandparent in the winter of freezing Finland? Sadly, yes. Almost exactly a year after her grandmother's passing the love of her grandma's life, the grandfather, the healthiest man anyone had ever known, decided to end it all with a lightning cancer and go spend eternity with the love of his life, her grandmother. She inherited his special coffee cup and likes to think of them together somewhere, in an ethereal coffee house, loudly complaining in Finnish about the quality of the brew. While still drinking liters and liters of it.

Getting her Mexican residency paperwork in order? Yes. Partly. Although that's mostly just meant she had to fly to Los Angeles, shop for a long weekend, see Hollywood and Venice Beach and stalk the pregnant P!nk in a casual and unthreatening manner, visit the Mexican consulate in Los Angeles and receive grossly preferential treatment because she kept maintaining her lawyer had made an 'appointment', and then sit around some more in the Mexican immigration in Mexico and again receive preferential treatment thanks to some lawyer trick she'd rather not know about. But although trying to stalk P!nk kept her on a high for weeks, that's not it either.

What then? What the hell have you been doing for weeks and weeks on end?

Well, now that you've mentioned Los Angeles, I do seem to recall something having its beginning on that journey. And I'm not talking about P!nk's pregnant belly. I'm pretty sure that was already there.

Unlike mine.

However - and this is a pretty fucking humongous however - things are not alright.

The little person growing in me, the person I and the Viking finally decided was meant to be born into this world and call me äiti and the Viking far, will not exactly be like you and me. Instead of having 46 chromosomes, this little person will have one more or one less, if this person is ever even born.

I hope so. The Viking hopes so. We're ready. Us and Mexico. Come what may.

7 comments:

MissBuckle said...

Don't really know what else to say than that life only throws at us what we can handle.

Sending you loads of hugs and love.

xxx

Robin said...

I'm pregnant again too...and we have a problem too. Are they certain 100% of the chromosomal problem or do you have a chance at a healthy baby too? I'm 20 weeks today. I don't have the heart to tell my parents although I have informed my sister so that upon the birth she can be my go between should we make it to the finish line and should the baby not be all right. I have scary history and lost my first full term so just know that you are in my thoughts. (just when you thought I was a clever bloggy friend I tell you the sad stuff right?) You can read my pregnancy blog if you like. My word of warning is that it is packed full of scary and traumatic baby stuff and I don't know if that is something you want to read these days. On the other side, this is not a sad occasion. This is a baby afterall. I am so happy for you and wish you and your husband all of the joys that being parents can provide.

Lynne said...
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Lynne said...

Whatever happens, there will be great blessings ahead. And however it turns out, I wish you joy in excess of any pain, and laughter to drown any sadness.
You are in my thoughts xx

Stephanie said...

Visualizing a happy outcome for you, your husband, and your baby.

om said...

Finally. She who inspired me to blog returns. And with what news! Trepidation and excitement all together.

Angelina said...

Congratulations on your newest addition to your family, you are so blessed! Oh, and if she inherits your sense of humor, look out world!