2.06.2007

Thump, thump, thump

I heard my bambino’s heart beat! Wow, what an experience. I cried and DH smiled from ear-to-ear. The whole pregnancy experience has become all for more realistic since hearing a live heartbeat in the depths of my chubby belly. DH and I e-mailed each other through out the day writing,” thump, thump, thump.”

On other news, I am braving very cold weather in this Northern state in which I reside; I’m loving my fuzzy robe and fireplace.

I am reading book number two for the book club: Dearest Friend, a biography about Abigail Adams. Honestly, I’m struggling with getting to page 100. I’ll blame it on pregnancy, but it may be the content that causes me to sleep no matter which time of the day I pick up the book.

I have been very involved with training, volunteering and attending forum discussions on for a new exhibit at the science museum. The exhibit takes a unique look at race from a combined socio-political, genetic, historical and biological perspective. After 20 hours of training, I have been afforded the opportunity to serve as a volunteer on the floor. I work every other Sunday for four hour shifts. Mostly, I work with engaging kids and parents in dialogue about the question, “where do humans come from?” These questions follow an underlying theme that shows that race is all made up out of fear and a need for retaining power or “whiteness”. The studies suggest that all humans came from sub-Sahara Africa and changes in skin melatonin and physical features are mere adaptations as a result of migration. Studies also show that I am genetically more similar to any random person from Nigeria or India, etc. than someone in my immediate family, thus refuting the notion that genetic makeup is unique to race or follow any immediate family patterns. I’ll be sure to share more about my experiences with this whole experience.

Hotel Baji is still running. Roommate has been trained to wash dishes, pick up after himself and to turn the heat down when he leaves, etc. For now, it’s a slight hindrance, but okay because it gives DH a friend while his wife falls into sleep stupors.

I broke the news to the folks I work with and they were all quite surprised and overjoyed. Everyone has been so kind with their well wishes and support. I feels great to receive such tremendous love from family, friends and co-workers.

9 Comments:

At 2:10 AM, Blogger Baraka said...

Salaam dear,

It sounds like such an amazing experience to have heard your baby's heartbeat - masha-Allah! :)

Hugs,
Baraka

 
At 1:32 PM, Blogger Zunaster said...

Pleasant post. I love your writings !

 
At 2:34 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am so glad you got to hear the baby’s heart beat. I am sure it put some of your doubts to rest. Have you started to talk to your tummy yet? OH, just wait till you have the first ultrasound. I had such a rough time staying still because all I could do was giggle seeing this little baby bounce and kick. It took some convincing for Chris to believe that all the movement he saw on the monitor was all baby. I could not help but cry for joy. I can’t wait for you to get one of those.

“Studies also show that I am genetically more similar to any random person from Nigeria or India, etc. than someone in my immediate family, thus refuting the notion that genetic makeup is unique to race or follow any immediate family patterns.” This statement intrigues me. What do you mean? I know there have been studies done on a genetic level that are showing that your genetics can be shaped by the experiences of your ancestors. I will have to find the linked to the article for you. I found it very interesting.

 
At 2:36 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am so glad you got to hear the baby’s heart beat. I am sure it put some of your doubts to rest. Have you started to talk to your tummy yet? OH, just wait till you have the first ultrasound. I had such a rough time staying still because all I could do was giggle seeing this little baby bounce and kick. It took some convincing for Chris to believe that all the movement he saw on the monitor was all baby. I could not help but cry for joy. I can’t wait for you to get one of those.

“Studies also show that I am genetically more similar to any random person from Nigeria or India, etc. than someone in my immediate family, thus refuting the notion that genetic makeup is unique to race or follow any immediate family patterns.” This statement intrigues me. What do you mean? I know there have been studies done on a genetic level that are showing that your genetics can be shaped by the experiences of your ancestors. I will have to find the linked to the article for you. I found it very interesting.

 
At 3:03 PM, Blogger wayfarer said...

Isn't it awesome! It's a sound you will never forget. mashAllah. Looking forward to hearing more of your pregnancy stories and seeing the little one at the end insh'Allah.

 
At 11:26 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh mashaallah. I'm glad your husband is also so eager and happy about it so you can share this.

 
At 12:45 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Here is a link to the article I saw about experiences influencing genetics.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/sn/tvradio/programmes/horizon/ghostgenes.shtml

 
At 3:40 PM, Blogger pixie said...

Masha'Allah!!! How exciting!!!!

 
At 4:29 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

What you're doing at the Science Museum sounds sooo very cool !!!!! I agree...w/it all...race -- it's all b.s. We are all people -- one people -- and we have come from one place only to land in different places & call ourselves something else...I wish I could be there -- engage in the conversation & hear what you have to say -- maybe we can talk about it, on the phone sometime? I'd luv to hear it from you, as you approach it with others!!!

 

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