Random Prego Moments
Burst into tears tonight while watching the Friends rerun where Monica & Chandler find out they won't be able to conceive a child together. Yes these are fictional characters and this show originally aired a few years ago. It still made me cry. And it reminded me of how lucky we are. So many couples can't conceive a child, or shouldn't have one due to medical reasons, and this one just dropped out of the clear blue sky! Well not literally, there was no stork involved. As Rich's mom Peggy said when we broke the news, "Well, I'm not going to ask how it happened..."
While trying to unwrap a baked potato delivered from Off-the-Grill tonight, I knocked over the remote and dropped the HOT baked potato on the floor at the same time! (Fortunately it was still 90% wrapped in foil.) Not that I've ever been very coordinated but this is klutzy even for me. I'm starting to identify with Tonks, the clumsy Auror from the Harry Potter books - except I'm not a Metamorphmagus with a werewolf husband. (Speaking of which, how sad is it that Tonks & Lupin had to die? Apparently JK Rowling had to kill them off in exchange for not killing Mr. Weasley. Tough choices.)
My feet are hot all the time! This happens to all pregnant women apparently but it doesn't help when the weather in your area is this hot. It's been over 100 degrees almost every day for about 3 weeks now! This is just ridiculous. I meant to buy myself a nice footbath unit with built-in massage for my birthday but couldn't find one at WalMart and ended up spending too much money on other things. So the other night I got so desperate for relief that I filled Rich's big mixing bowl with cold water, added one of his frozen water bottles for good measure, and dipped my feet in. It felt great! Now I need to wash it and do that again but I can never seem to fit the damn thing into the dishwasher, and my housekeeping motto has always been "Death Before Handwashing." Something's gotta give.
I finally broke down and bought Jenny McCarthy's book Baby Laughs. It's good - not Pulitzer material by a long shot but a quick & funny read. Of course I had to laugh when she complained of having to go from a size 4 or 6 to a size 12. (Oh you poor thing - try getting knocked up when you're already a size 18! She also mentioned that she gained about 50-60 pounds during her pregnancy, while I probably haven't gained more than 10 yet. I remember Kate Hudson gained about 70 pounds when she was pregnant, so I guess these skinny ass Hollywood chicks have to catch up to normal weight and then some! Pregnancy is probably the only time they're allowed to eat, poor girls.) Anyway, she had some humorous and humanizing thoughts on the various things that happen to our bodies during those nine precious months. Like pretty pink areolas turning brown. Constipation. Nasty farts of death. Having to pee every 5 minutes. Granny panties. And at least I don't have to go through this in the public eye. Having nothing stylish & flattering to wear is no big deal when you hardly leave the house. God forbid having to host an awards show in this condition! And have Howard Stern talk about your boobs the next day!
Bought a prenatal yoga DVD when I ordered Jenny's book. Now I forget how to work the DVD player! Rich will be home tomorrow, I'll have him give me another tutorial. (Am I turning into my mother already?) BTW today is Rich's birthday - he's 32! I've already bought him a few gifts and am insisting on taking him out for either lunch or dinner this weekend. He's going to try to pay and I won't let him.
I'm finishing up my 21st week. Not sure if a casual observer would notice but I definitely look pregnant to me! I've always had a belly, as I went straight from baby fat to adult fat with no hot bikini figure in between, but my belly has never started just under my boobs before. This is definitely pregnant form. Those of you in the Boston area will see me in late September - early October, and I should look even more pregnant by then.
The baby is kicking! Not hard, not like I thought it would be. More of a fluttering sensation that can easily be mistaken for gas. When the fart doesn't come I know it's the baby, not my intestines. Naturally he never kicks when I'm ready and waiting for it, he prefers to wait till I'm distracted, then it's like "wait, was that a kick?"
Got a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. Nothing special like an ultrasound, just urine and blood test as far as I know. TennCare, the state Medicaid program, has this incentive program to keep pregnant women on schedule with their prenatal visits - for every 3 office visits you get a $10 WalMart gift card! Now I'm not the kind of mother who needs to be cajoled into making and keeping those appointments - on the contrary I had to wait much longer than I would have prefered thanks to TennCare's paperwork backlog - but I'm not going to say no to $10 free money. We're at WalMart almost every weekend so it will be put to good use.
Michael Vick deserves to be shot. Better yet, electrocuted and drowned. A few years of getting butt-raped on a regular basis would work too. Sick piece of shit.
Red Sox didn't play the White Sox tonight due to inclement weather. That means a double-header tomorrow! Can't wait to watch my guys win both games and leave the Yanks further in the dust.
Not sure if I mentioned this before, but Zorro is very interested in my belly. Every day he spends at least half an hour cuddled up to my midsection while I'm lying in bed or sitting on the recliner. Sometimes he "kneads" my belly flesh. Zorro generally prefers the company of males, especially Rich (aka Daddy), who says Zorro is doing this because he knows there's a penis in my belly. I'd like to think it's something about animals sensing subtle energy changes, but whatever works. I'm alone all week with the damn cat, so I'm grateful for all the affection I can get out of the little beast.
Going to bed, gotta be up in 9 hours to get to my appointment. Talk again soon!
While trying to unwrap a baked potato delivered from Off-the-Grill tonight, I knocked over the remote and dropped the HOT baked potato on the floor at the same time! (Fortunately it was still 90% wrapped in foil.) Not that I've ever been very coordinated but this is klutzy even for me. I'm starting to identify with Tonks, the clumsy Auror from the Harry Potter books - except I'm not a Metamorphmagus with a werewolf husband. (Speaking of which, how sad is it that Tonks & Lupin had to die? Apparently JK Rowling had to kill them off in exchange for not killing Mr. Weasley. Tough choices.)
My feet are hot all the time! This happens to all pregnant women apparently but it doesn't help when the weather in your area is this hot. It's been over 100 degrees almost every day for about 3 weeks now! This is just ridiculous. I meant to buy myself a nice footbath unit with built-in massage for my birthday but couldn't find one at WalMart and ended up spending too much money on other things. So the other night I got so desperate for relief that I filled Rich's big mixing bowl with cold water, added one of his frozen water bottles for good measure, and dipped my feet in. It felt great! Now I need to wash it and do that again but I can never seem to fit the damn thing into the dishwasher, and my housekeeping motto has always been "Death Before Handwashing." Something's gotta give.
I finally broke down and bought Jenny McCarthy's book Baby Laughs. It's good - not Pulitzer material by a long shot but a quick & funny read. Of course I had to laugh when she complained of having to go from a size 4 or 6 to a size 12. (Oh you poor thing - try getting knocked up when you're already a size 18! She also mentioned that she gained about 50-60 pounds during her pregnancy, while I probably haven't gained more than 10 yet. I remember Kate Hudson gained about 70 pounds when she was pregnant, so I guess these skinny ass Hollywood chicks have to catch up to normal weight and then some! Pregnancy is probably the only time they're allowed to eat, poor girls.) Anyway, she had some humorous and humanizing thoughts on the various things that happen to our bodies during those nine precious months. Like pretty pink areolas turning brown. Constipation. Nasty farts of death. Having to pee every 5 minutes. Granny panties. And at least I don't have to go through this in the public eye. Having nothing stylish & flattering to wear is no big deal when you hardly leave the house. God forbid having to host an awards show in this condition! And have Howard Stern talk about your boobs the next day!
Bought a prenatal yoga DVD when I ordered Jenny's book. Now I forget how to work the DVD player! Rich will be home tomorrow, I'll have him give me another tutorial. (Am I turning into my mother already?) BTW today is Rich's birthday - he's 32! I've already bought him a few gifts and am insisting on taking him out for either lunch or dinner this weekend. He's going to try to pay and I won't let him.
I'm finishing up my 21st week. Not sure if a casual observer would notice but I definitely look pregnant to me! I've always had a belly, as I went straight from baby fat to adult fat with no hot bikini figure in between, but my belly has never started just under my boobs before. This is definitely pregnant form. Those of you in the Boston area will see me in late September - early October, and I should look even more pregnant by then.
The baby is kicking! Not hard, not like I thought it would be. More of a fluttering sensation that can easily be mistaken for gas. When the fart doesn't come I know it's the baby, not my intestines. Naturally he never kicks when I'm ready and waiting for it, he prefers to wait till I'm distracted, then it's like "wait, was that a kick?"
Got a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. Nothing special like an ultrasound, just urine and blood test as far as I know. TennCare, the state Medicaid program, has this incentive program to keep pregnant women on schedule with their prenatal visits - for every 3 office visits you get a $10 WalMart gift card! Now I'm not the kind of mother who needs to be cajoled into making and keeping those appointments - on the contrary I had to wait much longer than I would have prefered thanks to TennCare's paperwork backlog - but I'm not going to say no to $10 free money. We're at WalMart almost every weekend so it will be put to good use.
Michael Vick deserves to be shot. Better yet, electrocuted and drowned. A few years of getting butt-raped on a regular basis would work too. Sick piece of shit.
Red Sox didn't play the White Sox tonight due to inclement weather. That means a double-header tomorrow! Can't wait to watch my guys win both games and leave the Yanks further in the dust.
Not sure if I mentioned this before, but Zorro is very interested in my belly. Every day he spends at least half an hour cuddled up to my midsection while I'm lying in bed or sitting on the recliner. Sometimes he "kneads" my belly flesh. Zorro generally prefers the company of males, especially Rich (aka Daddy), who says Zorro is doing this because he knows there's a penis in my belly. I'd like to think it's something about animals sensing subtle energy changes, but whatever works. I'm alone all week with the damn cat, so I'm grateful for all the affection I can get out of the little beast.
Going to bed, gotta be up in 9 hours to get to my appointment. Talk again soon!
Labels: Mommyhood, Random Rambling, TMI
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