
Dylan Christofer Peppler
Born at home in Austin, TX
June 13, 2009
7 lbs, 2 oz
21.25 inches
Announcing…
Learning How To Relax

I am finally learning how to relax. The sad truth is that I am just not wired to be good at relaxing, and by “good” I mean being able to really do it at all. Sure, get me on vacation, away from my usual routines, and I’m fine (for the most part), but on a day-to-day basis I struggle. There is always something I feel like I should be doing, progress I should be making, tasks I should be accomplishing. I am ruled by lists. I even have a “someday” to do list for the day when I miraculously finish everything on my regular to do list.
Pregnancy has been helpful for the relaxing, in that I was so sick and exhausted the first trimester that I didn’t have the energy to care about…well, anything really. And now that I’m nearing the end and my energy is dipping again, I’m feeling more laid back about things. Of course there are things that need to be done, and others that I simply want done, before the baby arrives, but I am finding it harder to stress out about them. I think part of this is the heavy realization that every day could be our last day without a baby in our house, so I’m a bit more choosy about how I spend my time and brainpower. This is a more positive variation of the “if you knew you were going to die tomorrow what would you do today” type of thinking.
Yesterday Brian took the whole day off work (he’s been working nonstop lately, trying to finish as much as possible before the baby arrives) and spent it with me. I think the combination of his company and my own realization that the baby could be here any day allowed me to actually relax. We took Cooper to Red Bud Isle for swimming in the morning, and I came home and took a nap. Who naps at 11:00 AM?! I am often tired around that time but never allow myself to lay down; well, yesterday I did and it was spectacular. After fidgeting around for a bit (I just cannot get comfortable these days) I fell asleep and stayed that way for an hour and a half. When I woke up Brian offered to make me some potatoes, which I allowed him to serve to me while I was still in bed. Crazy! That sort of “lazy” behavior is usually categorized as completely unacceptable as far as I’m concerned. After I ate we hit the pool for a while, and then came home and sat on our balcony with Cooper, eating and chatting and just enjoying the day and each other’s company. It felt so good, the whole time I was like, “Why don’t I do this more often? This is awesome!” I had been hoping to go to a free outdoor concert in the evening, but I was too tired so we sat around and ate guacamole and finished getting caught up on our “Friday Night Lights” viewing before turning in early. I think I am on to something, that is what weekends and evenings are supposed to be like. It’s kind of too bad that I’m finally figuring this out now, right before we’re going to have a baby and our lives will be completely turned upside down forever, but I’m too relaxed to get upset about that. Better late than never, right?
What To Do With Leftover Potatoes

Me, after just finishing lunch: I need more food.
Brian: Do you want some of these leftover potatoes?
Me: Yes, I was going to fry them up in the skillet that’s soaking in the sink.
Brian: I’ll do it. Do you want cheese on top?
Me: YES! GRATED CHEDDAR! AND COOK THEM IN BACON FAT!
Brian: Well, of course.
Note: Potatoes were small Yukon Golds that I quartered and roasted the other night, but I messed up and they came out more baked than roasted. Brian sauteed them in a cast iron skillet with bacon fat and onions and then grated very sharp Vermont cheddar on top. You should do this!
A Few Thoughts On Food

I went to the grocery store yesterday afternoon and spent way too much money. It was seriously heartbreaking watching the total increase as the cashier rang up my groceries. I’ve had a hard time with the food stuff lately. I find it shocking and frustrating that we spend so much more on food in Texas than we ever did in DC. I have some ideas about why that is:
- We buy more processed stuff than we used to. We still hardly eat any processed food compared to the average American, and probably compared to most health-conscious Americans, too, but it’s more than we used to and boy is that stuff costly. Examples of this are things like ice cream, Clif Bars (ew, but a necessary evil so I can always eat on the go if I have to), and cereal (our homemade granola was getting to me, so I’ve been digging on Ezequiel Sprouted Whole Grain Cereal lately – it is high in protein and very easy to digest since it contains no flour).
- We are definitely consuming more luxury foods like avocados, which I used to only purchase if they were on sale. I justify the avocados because I need the fat and calories for the baby, and I buy the $5 bag of 4 organic avocados so they’re not super crazy expensive, but we never used to buy a bag every week. Ditto strawberries, which we only used to get if they were on sale at the farmer’s market. Now I buy a plastic box of California berries every week, and a little bit of me dies each time I do (see the next item about local, seasonal produce).
- The biggest culprit is probably our now-routine consumption of out-of-season and non-local produce. It used to be that we only went to the grocery store for lemons, fish, and pantry items, and occasionally meat or chicken. We haven’t found a good source for local produce here yet, and with my appetite being what it is (um, can you say fickle?), I’ll buy almost anything if I think I’ll want to eat it. I really, really miss the bounty of the Dupont Circle Farmer’s Market. They had everything there, and once we figured out how to shop that market, we were able to eat extremely well without spending a ton of money.
- Mass consumption of meat and dairy. We eat so much more of this stuff than we used to, in my attempt to pack in lots of fat, protein, and calories in general. Lots of burgers, which I admit are cheap in the grand scheme of meat, but we are really eating A LOT of them. Also cheese and yogurt, substances that rarely, if ever, made their way into our fridge. And it doesn’t help that the only cheese I have an appetite for lately is the nicely aged Parmigiano Reggiano. Let’s not talk about how much that costs.
So, I’m frustrated that we’re spending all this money on food when our income is so erratic and unpredictable. But even more than that, I’m frustrated that we’re so out of sync with our beliefs when it comes to food. When we were buying almost all our food locally, we were supporting small farmers and eating in season, and feeling really great about both. Shopping at the grocery store for things I feel like I should be able to buy straight from a farmer makes me feel empty and sad. It’s more than guilt, it’s a deeper feeling of just plain ol’ wrongness.
For now, we’ll probably keep this grocery store-centric eating up since the baby is due in a week (a week!) and I am still trying to gain as much weight as possible. I had a prenatal check-up yesterday and only gained 1 lb in the past two weeks, so I still really need to be focusing on eating all the time. On top of that I have been exhausted, which makes it harder to plan and prepare the type of nutritious meals that typically form the foundation of our diet – especially since I have nearly lost my appetite for a lot of our old favorites (greens? ew!). But once the baby’s here and we have established some sort of rhythm (don’t laugh, I believe it is possible!) I am going to see about getting involved with a local farm or farmer’s market. I was so disappointed with the main Saturday farmer’s market downtown, but I heard the Wednesday one closer to our home is better. Maybe I can even get there next week to check it out. My hope is that I’ll be able to get involved in the local food community in some way – both to support and nurture the community and also to make it easier for us to eat in a way that makes us feel healthy and happy instead of sad and broke.
Now, on a happier note, that photo at the top of this post is of the gigantic organic heirloom tomato I picked up at Boggy Creek Farm a couple of days ago. It is finally ripe, and we are going to eat it tonight, unless I devour it sometime between now and dinner. This week was the first in a while that I’ve made it to Boggy Creek, and while it feels great to go to the farm and purchase directly from the farmer, it is not cheap and the variety is limited since, you know, it’s just one farm. That being said, the farmers that own and operate Boggy Creek are incredible people who are very involved in the sustainable food movement, and their farm is at the top of the list of places where I’d love to volunteer. I can just see myself now, with the baby in the sling, helping out around the farm or at one of the two weekly farm stands….
Bugaboo Bee Stroller Recall

I found out the other day that the stroller we purchased has been recalled due to possibility of brake failure. Apparently no one has been hurt yet, but Bugaboo has received reports of the brake failing, which could cause the stroller to roll away on an incline. They’ve already fixed the problem in production by adding brackets to secure the functioning of the brake, but for those of us who don’t have the brackets, Bugaboo will provide them free of charge. I was so happy to find out that we didn’t have to go through the rigmarole of returning or replacing our stroller. I ordered our brackets online a couple of days ago and they arrived today – very quick service! We have not installed them yet but it looks like it will be pretty straightforward.
Visit the Consumer Product Safety Commission website for more information on the recall. You can also go straight to the Bugaboo site to confirm whether or not you need the brackets and if so, order them.
Slowing Down
I am 10 days away from my due date and I am really slowing down. Big time. The walk that used to take me and Cooper 20 minutes back in March took us 50 minutes last night. The main reason it took so long is because I was having a lot of cramps – contractions? – and had to keep stopping to breathe through them; this morning we did the same walk in about 35 minutes, but I was so tired afterward that I had to sit down and eat about a quarter of a large watermelon. I have less of my usual “get up and go” everyday, and I get less done. The extreme drop in my productivity (which, admittedly, was never high) has been frustrating, but on many days I’m so tired that I almost don’t even feel guilty about the things I’m not accomplishing. Being forced to slow down and let things go is incredible therapy for me.
I realized when looking at the calendar last night that I’m due to have this baby at the end of next week. The end of next week! Even though it’s qualified by “the end of,” simply using the phrase “next week” to talk about when the baby is due kind of freaks me out. I tried it on Brian and it freaks him out, too. This morning he confessed that when I returned home from my walk last night and sat down in the middle of the floor complaining of cramps/contractions and saying I just couldn’t get comfortable, he had an OH SHIT moment. Like, we’re not ready for this! When I asked him what we could do to make it so that he does feel ready, his response was: Nothing. (I knew that was coming.)
I will state now, for the record, that I don’t think the baby will arrive on his due date. This probably ensures that he will be right on time, thus proving me wrong, but my gut feeling is that he’ll be around 5 days late. I’m really digging myself a hole, being so specific, but, it is what it is. I can’t help my gut feelings! I should mention that my gut feelings could be colored by the fact that I want him to be a little late, and not just so I have more time to be all Type A about my to do list. I am still not as fat as I want to be, and at last week’s prenatal visit Scottie (our midwife’s amazing apprentice) said she thought the baby was small, probably only around 6 lbs. So, it would be nice if he could stay inside a little longer and give us both more time to get large.
The end is near, though, no matter how you look at it. We will have a baby sometime in the next month or so, no matter what, and that is a really strange thought. Sometimes I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever, other times I feel like it has gone by so fast and it was only yesterday that we were leaving the east coast on our big cross-country adventure. I’m trying so hard to slow the passage of time and enjoy these last few weeks with Brian and Cooper, with the baby on the inside where I can protect him from everything, but more and more I do find myself looking forward. I can imagine so clearly what it will be like to hold him for the first time, and am constantly fantasizing about snuggling into bed with Brian, Cooper, and the baby after the birth. I am also fantasizing about getting back into my old clothes, but that topic deserves its own post.
One of the best parts about nearing the end of my pregnancy is that I am finally starting to let go of all the expectations I had about how I would do it (journaling everyday and taking lots of documentary photos, running and working out through my whole pregnancy, eating perfectly, etc.). It’s a really wonderful thing to forgive myself for not being Pregnant To The Max! and just appreciate the pregnancy I’ve had and how I’ve handled the ups and downs of it. I know it’s not true for everyone, but for me, the process of being pregnant and starting that transition into motherhood has been exactly what I’ve needed to start becoming the person I’ve always wanted to be on a more basic level. Not that I think I’ll be perfect and happy with myself all the time once I’m a mom, but I already feel more at ease with myself, and more content with my life, than I ever have before.