Posts Tagged ‘Portsmouth’

  1. A Prediction From the Doc

    June 11, 2010 by Jennifer Carsen

    I just came back from my ob/gyn, and her prediction, gazing into the crystal ball of my belly, is that “you will find labor sometime this weekend.” Seems to me that labor will actually be the one finding me, but I’ll take it. Failing that, my next appointment is scheduled for Wednesday, at which point we discuss Plan B (i.e., taking active steps to dislodge the Olive rather than waiting for her to emerge on her own terms).

    I have a sneaking suspicion that she’s holding out for in-utero fried dough tomorrow at Portsmouth’s Market Square Day, but I’ve tried to explain to her that Mama’s probably not going to be dragging her achy self to the festival in any event (alas, regardless of what anyone says, there’s no reasoning with a fetus).

    I just hope she’s not planning to take after her father, Eric “Fortnight” Foster, who held out for two full weeks past his due date (in the heat of August, no less), only to burst forth like greased lightning when he was finally good and ready.

  2. A Surprisingly Irreverent Catholic Church

    April 4, 2010 by Jennifer Carsen

    Spotted on a sign outside the Corpus Christi Parish in Portsmouth:

    1 cross

    3 nails

    4 given

  3. Sugar Bomb

    March 23, 2010 by Jennifer Carsen

    Last week, instead of pounding green beers in honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I was at the Portsmouth hospital chugging a cup o’ sugary lime-flavored drink (I had a fruit-punch-flavor option as well, but lime seemed more in keeping with the season).

    Apparently the glucose tolerance test is a ritual pregnant women undergo around the 24th-28th week of pregnancy to test for gestational diabetes. You’re told to quickly down the sugar bomb – which wasn’t as awful as I’d heard; it was a lot like too-sweet Gatorade – sit around for an hour, and get your blood drawn. I guess they measure how well your body copes with the onslaught of simple carbs, and if the answer is “not well,” they do more extensive testing. It would be a lot more fun if they turned us loose with a big bowl of Skittles instead.

    Adding to the entertainment value of the hospital excursion was the fact that it also involved a shot of RhoGAM, necessitated by the fact that my blood is Rh-negative and Eric’s is Rh-positive. The RhoGAM is administered intramuscularly (read: long needle plunged deep into the shoulder, though I was given the option of taking the shot in the bum instead – does anyone ever choose that option?). Combined with the four vials of blood they drew, I was pretty well poked and bruised by the time I left the hospital.

    I did, however, get a peek at the hospital’s newly remodeled maternity wing, which is amazing. I saw a few babies being wheeled around in gorgeous bassinets with a satiny, honeyed wood finish. With the exception of the hand-crafted bookshelves Eric has made us, they were far nicer than pretty much any of the furniture we have here at our house. I hope the Olive doesn’t develop a snooty taste for the finer things when she’s still just hours old and turn up her tiny nose at the nursery-by-Ikea awaiting her.

  4. Ah, the Irony

    February 5, 2010 by Jennifer Carsen

    Loyal readers may recall a post a few months back about the possibility of our house being taken over by eminent domain in several years’ time to make room for a new 4-lane bridge. As far as we know, this remains a slim yet real possibility.

    Yesterday, we received word that our building permit (necessary for the new construction that will eventually accomodate our new bedroom – complete with TV – and bathroom) is being held up because we are in a historic district and will need to present our case in person to the people in charge of the Portsmouth Board of Old Houses (or whatever it’s called). The PBOOH meets only once a month, and we have missed the Feburary meeting, so everything’s on hold until March.

    Bear in mind that our house has been added onto so many times over so many years that it bears no resemblance to any known architectural style; historic integrity is not a concern here. The PBOOH factor does explain why our next-door neighbors had so much trouble getting permission to tear down their circa-1950 eyesore garage last year.

    The good news is that I’m going to whip out the “Historic District” card if it ever comes to pass that the government wants to appropriate our house. The bad news is that Eric’s sleepytime viewing of ESPN, Star Wars: The Clone Wars, and the inimitable Yo Gabba Gabba has been pushed back for another month.

  5. Dance Fever

    December 9, 2009 by Jennifer Carsen

    From today’s Portsmouth Herald:

    Portsmouth Sues The Page Bar Over “Dancing”

    The city has filed a lawsuit against the owners of The Page Restaurant and Bar for allowing dancing in the restaurant’s basement nightclub. But Page owners said they have no control over whether their patrons bust a move.

    “We don’t promote it, we don’t encourage it, we don’t advertise as dance club … We don’t want to be known as a dance club. If people come down and wiggle a little bit, what do we do? Tell them to stop? Throw them out?” said [Page owner] Dussi.

    Maybe Gloria Estefan was right – it seems the rhythm really is going to get you.

    P.S. Extra credit to Portsmouth Herald writer Adam Leech, for working the phrase “bust a move” into the lead paragraph of a feature news story.