JEM's Folks Pay a Visit

No, I didn't die. I've just been partying like a rock star with my parents! OK, not really like a rock star. More like an elderly German tourist. But partying, nevertheless. And now that I've sent my beloved folks back into the wild blue yonder, you get to watch the obligatory "Fun Stuff We Did Don't You Wish You Could Do What We Did" slideshow. Enjoy.

Berlin
First we picked up Mom and Dad in the airport in Berlin. They're in this picture.


Can't find them? Let me help you.


After a joyous reunion (we hadn't seen each other in person in 10 months), we got crushed in train doors, returned to the hotel and slept. Then we woke up and had until noon to see as much as we could of Berlin and be back at the hotel before they charged us for another day. Here's what we saw in under four hours.

The Reichstag


The Brandenburg Gate


The Holocaust Memorial


Checkpoint Charlie


Assorted remnants of the Berlin Wall


... and other stuff. Debated leaving a flaming bag of dog poo on the Russian embassy's doorstep. Decided against it. Mused about how the U.S. embassy was the only one surrounded by barbed wire and multiple police officers. Go U.S.A.!

Dresden
Then we took the train back to the ranch.

We did many thrilling things in Dresden, like hang around our apartment.

But wait! That's not all! We also visited many cool places, like the Lutheran cathedral, the Frauenkirche ...


... Dresden's glorious opera house, the Semper Oper ...

... Dresden's very old and prestigious art academy (lovingly nicknamed the lemon juicer) ...

... Dresden's Catholic Cathedral, the Hofkirche (while eating delicious ice cream cones) ...
... the pleasure palace in the Great Garden (Dresden's equivalent of Central Park) ...

... the Volkswagen factory ...

... and the palace-turned-museum, the Zwinger ...

... wherein we absorbed many fine works of medieval and Renaissance art. Like this one by Raffael.

And this one by Vermeer.


The Zwinger also houses a rockin' armor museum. Check these out ...

Those little suits of armor are KID'S ARMOR!!! AWESOME!!!

We also took a Trabi Safari. For the uninitiated, Trabis (formally Trabants) are these iconic, microscopic, East German cars made out of cardboard with engines that sound like squirrels fighting in a trash can. They were the Cadillacs of communism. People would apply to buy a Trabi and patiently wait for 15 years or more for their order to be filled. So, naturally, it was a thrill to cruise in one. We couldn't hear our tourguide through the radio for jacksquat for about three-quarters of the tour, and one of the Trabis in our safari actually died in an intersection and had to be abandoned. But I'd still recommend the tour just to get up close and personal with this fine automobile.








We also dined on fine German cuisine, like schnitzel (below), bratwurst, chocolate (Mom, I'm looking in direction) and Big Macs (looking in my own direction).


And we communed with nature. (You can't really tell, but in this picture, there's a medieval fortress on a hill behind us. Which is why we aren't plundering villages.)


Exploring the garden houses (post pending on this fantastic East German tradition) near our apartment.


Dad communicates with a sheep.


Using Dresden as our base of operations, we made a couple of daytrips outside the city. The first was ...

Moritzburg
Moritzburg is a big compound outside Dresden that the royals used to use as their manly, rustic hunting retreat. Dresdners like to come here and wander the woods and the wildlife preserve.


That's probably a good idea. We focused our efforts on the pretty yellow palace, which, from a distance, is rather impressive.

But the closer you get ...

... the ghettoer it looks.


A large portion of the front of the palace was under construction, which vexed me greatly.

Though there were certainly things to delight in. Like some of the interior rooms of the palace (Dad spat in the face of authority by taking this photo — the only one we were able to sneak inside).


The palace is also home to a pretty impressive trophy room (not our picture).


And the 11-year-old in us all found this statue of a snake biting this baby's peepee to be pure hilarity.

And the view from the terrace wasn't half-bad.


And there was a plentitude of pretty, fragrant flowers.


Weimar
Our next daytrip was to Weimar, picturesque village home of great German thinkers Goethe and Schiller. We took the train there.




And then we took the bus to the Buchenwald concentration camp, which is just outside the city.

Visiting a concentration camp is a very raw and upsetting but strangely purifying experience, and something that really warrants its own post. We'll discuss it more later.

When we returned to the city, we only had an hour or so left before we had to catch our train. So we played in the park.


And posed with dignitaries.

And got caught in the rain.

And were stalked by a gang of young men in powdered wigs.


And then we took the train home and we were really pooped.

And we tried to sleep.
But some jerk kept taking pictures of us and waking us up.


And that's it. Well, the highlights, anyway. And then we packed the folks up and shipped them back to America Town. Now, don't you wish you could do what fun things we did? Yeah, that's what I thought, suckahs.

But seriously, my parents are awesome. They were total troopers and absolute joys to have around. I think I forgot how hilarious they are. We love them so much and are so glad they came to see us.

Now, who's next?



JEM

Jake's Worst Nightmare

Before you watch the above clip, I'm warning you, it's terrifying. And kind of long. But so worth your time.

This scene is a climactic moment in the 1980s sci-fi TV series "V". Jake saw it as a young child and has been harboring it in the deepest recesses of his consciousness for the last two and a half decades. Now that I'm pregnant, his repressed fears of humans birthing terrifying lizard alien babies has been rekindled. And not at all helped by our most recent trip to the doctor, which produced the following image of our baby (I've turned it so the horrifying face is at the top):


Current top look-alikes:


Discuss.



JEM

Germany Isn't Scary (Anymore): German Crash Course

Before this blog was so rudely interrupted by my pregnancy announcement, I promised I would post some basic German phrases for my folks who will be here on Friday — and for anyone else with plans to visit us here in the next two and a half years. (Which I would recommend. We just got a futon.)

First, let's go over some basic pronunciation. One of the most important things to remember is that the letter W is always pronounced like a V and the letter V is always pronounced like the letter F. (F, as it turns out, is still F. But before you start bawling about it, allow me to remind you of the useless letter C.)

Please don't panic if you see this: ß. All it means is SS. So it just gets a soft S sound. Otherwise, most stand-alone S's sound like Z's.

And you know in English how I's and E's get arbitrarily swapped around in words that sound the same, like "weird" and "pier"? You never have to worry about that confusion in German. There are a lot of IE combinations in German, but the sound always goes with the second letter. For example, one word for "the" in German is "die". But it's not die, like dead, it's dee. And the word "leider" is pronounced "lyder". (That means sadly, by the way.)

Also, when a word starts with ST, like Straße, the word for street, it's given a "sht..." sound, so Straße is "shtrahsseh".

Oh yeah, and Z's sound like TS, as in Nazi. But we've all learned that one.

OK. Onto the fun stuff. Here are some words you're likely to use.

Guten Tag (goo-ten tahg): formal hello
Hallo: hi
Auf Wiedersehen (owf veed-er-zay-en): formal goodbye
Tschüss (chooss ... sort of. ¨'s make things a little weird, but I can't explain it in text.): casual goodbye
Danke (don-keh): thank you
Danke schön (shoon): thanks a lot
Vielen Dank (feel-in donk): many thanks
Bitte (bit-eh): please AND you're welcome AND here you are, as in when you give somebody something. Your all-purpose magic word.
Entschuldigung (ent-shool-dee-goong): excuse me

Now some handy phrases, just in case.

Wo ist die Toilette? (voh isst dee toy-lett-eh?): Where is the bathroom?
Wir sind Jasmines Eltern. (veer zint Jasmine's el-turn): We are Jasmine's parents.
Wir können nicht Deutsch. (veer koohn-en nikht doych): We can't speak German.
Können Sie English? (koohn-en zee ang-lish): Can you speak English?
Wir kommen aus Amerika. (veer kohm-en owss a-mer-eek-a) We're from America.
Was kostet das? (vahss kohst-et dahss): What does that/this cost?
Wie viel? (vee feel): How much?

That's enough for one session, I think. Good luck with the packing, Mom and Dad, and have a fun flight! We can't wait to see you! Bis dann! (biss dahn): Until then!



JEM

My Eggo's Prego

What my womb looked like 2 weeks ago.

Garsh. Thanks for all the kind words. Yes, schwanger means pregnant. I am pregnant. And I'm thrilled that you all have added another word to your list of German vocabulary, which, until now has been limited to Gesundheit, Kindergarten, Nazi and Bratwurst.

For the record, I'm going to try to avoid turning this blog into a pregnancy play-by-play since, as I'm quickly learning, I find all of this a lot more interesting than anyone else does. But I'm sure it'll come up, so you've been warned. First of all, let's get the stats out of the way:

— I'm due Nov. 18.
— Miraculously, I have not thrown up once.
— I'm starving all the time.
— My bosoms have blossomed rather obscenely.
— I have to pee all the time.
— I'm starting to get a small bump.

Secondly, let's discuss going to the doctor in Germany. We found this totally cute young woman doctor at the university hospital who doesn't look any older than Jake and who speaks pretty good English with an adorable Heidi Klum accent. So the appointments are mostly in English, which is hugely comforting.

***SQUEAMISH MALE READERS SHOULD SKIP THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPH***

My first impression of going to a German gynecologist as opposed to an American gynecologist is pretty much that Germans like their doctor's appointments like they like everything else. No fluff. Just do the dang thing and get me out. Women, you know how at the gyno in America, you put on your little paper gown in private and then, after hopping into the stirrups, the doctor makes kind of a fuss about warning you before they, you know, start? Well, here, they just say, "Drop your drawers." And if you know of a more vulnerable feeling than standing in nothing but your shirt, cardigan and socks while two or more people bustle around you, I'd really like to hear about it. I think I'd almost rather be buck naked. Anyway, then you jump on the table at which point there are immediately all manner of ... uh ... instruments being ... uh, you know ... applied, without so much as a, "1, 2, 3, go." It was a little, I'll say, breathtaking. But, true to German form, they are fast, which I appreciate, so I won't complain too much.

***SQUEAMISH MALE READERS MAY CONTINUE READING***

Another interesting moment came at my next appointment when the doctor was asking me a bunch of health-related questions.

Cute young doctor: How much do you weigh?
JEM: Right now? About 120.
CYD: (stares at me blankly, not writing)
JEM: (fidgets nervously)
CYD: In pounds or ...?
JEM: Oh my gosh! We're on the metric system! Yes, 120 pounds. I don't know how many kilos I weigh.

Turns out I weigh 54.5 kilograms, which is a heck of a lot less than 120 kilograms. Then she asks me my height, in centimeters, which I also don't know, so the doctor and I stand nose to nose and she determines that we're about the same. I can't even remember what that measurement was. Remember as a kid when you were trying to learn your phone number and your address and your birthday and it just felt like you'd never get all the numbers straight? Yeah. All over again.

A cool thing about being prego in Germany is that I get to carry a Mutterpass or Mother Passport with me everywhere I go.


This has an ultrasound pic of Junior in it and all manner of vital information about Junior's and my health. Every pregnant woman in Germany gets one of these and we are all expected to have it on our person at all times. The idea is that if I'm ever in an accident or anything, everyone will know that I'm in a family way. I also, apparently, need to show it if I travel by air at any point during the pregnancy. Mostly, though, it just makes me feel important and special.

I think that about covers it for now. Like I said, I'll try to spread these out, but, in the meantime, thanks for indulging me.



JEM