shiratorijun: (okasan thinks hard)
2008-08-16 07:02 pm
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Good Thing #0004

The kids keep me in bicep curls.
shiratorijun: (blue girl)
2008-03-27 07:56 pm


Three children.

It's a good thing I can pay someone to take care of them for me when I really can't, and Derek can't either.

But I'm in love. More than ever before. We are calling them Nino and Miyako.

And breastfeeding does not come naturally. It's a skill. And it takes two.

What I'd like to know, though, is why do men still have nipples. I don't know who's more disappointed that men's nipples are only decorative: babies or their nursing mothers.
shiratorijun: (okasan-fat chance)
2008-03-01 08:42 pm


Nexus: 1
Swan: 2
shiratorijun: (okasan-yoga)
2008-02-12 05:54 pm

Pushing boundaries

This whole pregnancy thing wasn't nearly as romantic the second time around, Jun thought. Derek seemed to be enjoying it. But she really wasn't. For one thing, she didn't need the extra flexibility. Ironically enough, that had slowed her down.

Jun knew in the eventuality (please please) her 800 weeks oh lord of gods pregnancy ended, she'd thank relaxin for loosening the tendons of her pelvic girdle. But right now, as she slowly bent at the knees and carefully lowered herself to the ground, she wondered why nature hadn't designed a hormone that targeted only the tendons directly involved in labor.

Because since her endocrine systems had loosed the floodgates to the hormones she'd need to get through the work of popping out the person sleeping under her heart? She was loose as a goose. That combined with the extra 14 kgs she was carrying, placed her joints at risk. She had to plan everything-- from big things like her 'heavy' workouts to 'no-sweat' things like stairs.

Some moments she'd forget and she'd rush, okay, sometimes run. Or hurdle the bar rather than go around it. And she'd be fine in that moment. Especially if Derek (or anyone else) hadn't noticed. But eventuality? She would pay.

Aches and pains she'd never before suffered would demand the attention of ice alternated with heat. Maybe it was all the running around (and jumping, and fighting, and being hit, and blowing up and being blown up) she'd done as a science ninja, because as well as she'd been taken care of then, maybe pregnancy had made her flexible and pliable in a way that made her combat useless.

Even her regular stride had been adjusted. It took her longer to walk, she really wasn't supposed to jog, and even getting down on the yoga mat required some forethought.

Yes, she was complaining. But only to herself. Because she was very happy, dammnit, to be pregnant.

As it often happened when Jun focused on what she couldn't do because Derek had knocked her up, the person living beneath her heart stirred and shifted unhappily.

She patted her belly and crooned, "It's okay. I'm not mad at you."

For that she got poked in the bladder.

Jun shrugged, sighed, and straightened her legs. As she stretched (making use of BLOCKS!) she thought. She was always thinking lately. Not that her thoughts went very far. She almost felt stoned sometimes. Short attention span...high intensity feelings. Paranoia. (Also. Am I ready? Is Derek ready? Chance is going to walk soon? Good thing I'm used to being sleep deprived. Is that the phone? Hernias suck.)

Huffing slightly, she pulled her ankles as close to their opposing hips as they could go, then clasped her hands together and closed her eyes and dropped into meditation. She creaked like a house settling at night, a little twinge in her hip, a subdued crack in her shoulder, a little tingle in her knee.

And then, from the other room, Chance cried.

"Oh..." She rolled her eyes and disentangled her feet. When she made it to Chance's cradle, he'd already pulled off his diaper.
shiratorijun: (okasan -looks up)
2008-01-20 07:03 pm


After shaving Derek's head -- out of necessity because the patches of fuzz alternating with scalp were too ugly to look at for long--Jun went out to the balcony and laughed until tears came to her eyes.
shiratorijun: (okasan-hand puppet)
2007-12-26 08:44 pm


I wonder how many of these I can do in a day.

Read more... )
shiratorijun: (civvies-um...)
2007-09-16 09:13 am

He doesn't make sense

Written with [ profile] derek_bliss

Derek says, "No big fish for Jun. Period."

Jun does not like that one bit by the way.

She looks forward to March.

"You want mercury poisoning? You can have shrimp. Tilapia."

Jun pouts.

"No tuna. No shark. No swordfish."


Derek shows her the mercury levels as listed in the article. )
shiratorijun: (fair-relax)
2007-08-25 11:58 am
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Am I A Slacker Mom?

According this quiz, I'm a 'Zen' mom.

"How do you do it? Even when explosions are all around, you are able to take a deep cleansing breath and chant your mantra "this too shall pass." You are a calming influence on your kids in a hectic world."

If I have enough time to take an online quiz, it's worth believing that I take it easy. Even with my beautiful Fat Chance.
shiratorijun: (Default)
2007-06-05 02:42 pm


shiratorijun: (Default)
2007-03-22 05:19 pm

*locked to flist*

Derek and I have informally adopted an infant boy we call Chance.

If you'd like to meet him, you're welcome to stop by at the Beach House on 713.
shiratorijun: (civies-normal bartender bikelover)
2007-03-15 01:44 am
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Jun meant to rewrite one of Dr. Nambu's programs to implement one of the Borwein algorithms for calculating pi to a charmed number of decimal places but ended up celebrating with pie.

She dressed Chance in Hideo's clothes, tied a hat onto him, gave him his pacifier and his stuffed spider, then took him, his stroller, his diaper bag, and a gun out to Derek's jeep. After loading up, she drove the jeep through the nexus mists and into Utoland.

It was a balmy day. The stench from Low Town was barely a whiff in the air. The sun made everything bright. In the yellow jeep, her fuchsia sweater, pink blouse, pink-and-blue patterned skirt, and white tennis shoes she'd made herself-- and Chance-- conspicuous. He seemed fussier than usual, bedded down behind the passenger seat between pillows, but every rattle and jar of the road that had never bothered her before, had her looking over her shoulder and checking to make sure he was okay.

They were stopped by a police officer for driving 23 km below the speed limit--a new one for Jun. When the officer recognized her he apologized, but then his eyes fell on the baby. "...Is that the...?"

"Yes," Jun replied.

He fell silent, but wrote her a ticket. "You'll need a carseat for him."

Jun said, "That's why I'm in town, officer."

She drove out to one of the tonier sections of Utoland with no further incident. Figuring that some of its shops would be sure to have what Chance needed.

Chance fussed with his hat and sunglasses. Maybe he thought that if Jun was going about with her face and head uncovered, he should too. But Jun explained that while she wanted people to take recognizable pictures of her, his eyes and skin needed to be protected from the sun. He kept pushing off his protective gear when she wasn't looking. Sometimes, she wouldn't notice that he'd won freedom for his eyes (or head) until someone would chase after them with his glasses or hat held aloft. She decided she should have brought two hats. She didn't like putting something that had touched the street on him, but what could she do? "With you it's germs or sunburn, hmm?" He tried to put his toes in his mouth while rolling his eyes at her.

Jun pushed them to an airy cafe where she was greeted with great deference. The host suggest a private room, or a place inside. Jun insisted on a balcony table overlooking the boardwalk. The professional camera people came by and were very polite. They snapped their pictures without yelling too many questions.

Jun held Chance in her arms and ordered banana custard pie. She fed him his bottle. And tried to snatch bites of pie. As someone who had held off entire battalions on her own, she found she was something at a loss with an uncoordinated, fat infant. Chance was much better at transferring custard from her fork to her sweater than she was in getting formula from the bottle to his throat.

Between baby, bottle, pie, and plate, an accident happened.

Their server ended up wiping down one side of Chance's face while Jun cleaned up wandering, sticky hands. She apologized for the broken plate and the server apologized for not thinking to get a high-chair.

Afterwards, Jun ordered another slice of pie to go. Maybe she'd get to eat it later.

She made sure to leave a huge tip. She wasn't sure how much one of the plates ran, and she didn't want the server losing money over it.
shiratorijun: (2-wedding face)
2007-03-11 11:39 pm
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Chances Are

He likes to kick.

She'll lie beside him, just out of eye-range. His hazy eyes will track toward her and she'll waggle her fingers in the edge of his vision. He'll turn his head, his treble chins shifting so that he can see her. Then he'll kick those fat legs, gurgle and grin.

She laughs with him and plays with his fingers, counting the perfect five-by-fives.

She still misses Hideo. Her son. But this one, the boy Hippolyta named Chance, he's a darling. Jun tries not to burden this one with how much she misses her boy. She's nearly apologetic about it mostly, because it's not his fault her son is dead. And just because she wants Hideo here, with her, keeping her up at nights, that doesn't mean she's going to get rid of Chance until he tells her he means to go.

And she doesn't think he means to go. Even when he's balled up his fists, and has screamed himself purple in the face, and she's had to put baby-gloves on his hands so he doesn't scratch his cheeks.
shiratorijun: (civies-normal bartender bikelover)
2007-02-16 10:15 pm

(no subject)

It is a brisk morning.

Jun comes over a dune, moving inward. Behind her is a flock of geese. They are not chasing her. They merely seem...attached.
shiratorijun: (shade jun)
2007-02-04 01:38 pm


Jun went looking for her husband. She wore faded jeans, one his chamois shirts, and the usual jewelry including the wristband.

When she found him, she said, "I mean to check on the Mayfair place. Do you mind?"
shiratorijun: (shade jun)
2007-01-25 12:28 am
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Jun took the 'this is my life' quiz to see how she was doing. She would have said 'fine' if someone asked. The results did not disturb her, but she did hesitate to point them out to Derek.

She showed them to no one else.

This Is My Life, Rated
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

She refrained from looking at second-most recent results of that quiz. Those results were taken prior to Derek's last bout with the vagaries of the nexus. That LOL (how she hated that word) meant reinfection with the vampire virus), capture and her subsequent miscarriage).