Monday, August 31, 2009
2. As an Engineer and a woman, I feel the female anatomy has been poorly designed in relation to pregnancy. I feel it would greatly benefit mankind to re-design the placement of or the materials of construction of the bladder.
3. Really tired of feeling like I really really have to pee, only not really - it's just that poor design thing I mentioned in #2.
4. As exciting and sweet as it is to feel her move around, I can do without the heavyweight boxing match she's having with whatever on my right side has angered her so badly.
5. Is it normal to be bruised from the inside?
6. Those achey parts are multiplying
7. Childbirth classes are very informative however, there are just some things where "ignorance is bliss" applies 100%
8. Those women who just looooove being pregnant need psychiatric care
9. As much as I know I am not and never will be ready for a newborn - I'm ready for this whole pregnancy thing to be over now
10. Did I mention it lasts forever?
Monday, August 24, 2009
Matt: (giggling) Your belly is getting so big.
Me: I know, she's really growing
Matt: It's almost time for another belly picture.
Me: I was thinking we'd do that again when I'm at 36 weeks. I'm only 34.
Matt: But... the camera lens is only so big
Matt: I can only zoom out so far
Matt: I can only back up so far
Matt: (walking out of the room, still giggling) Aahhhh, I crack me up.
If he wasn't so damn cute, he'd be in trouble.
Also, he may be right.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Many of these "plop on the couch" nights, when it's time for bed, Matt has to help me up to at least the sitting position. Even if I had the energy, I can barely maneuver to the sitting position from a supine position.
So, last night, I tried to sit up on my own and Matt laughed at me. What was so funny?
He said, "You look like an over turned turtle with arms and legs flailing in the air".
He may be right but he was in so much trouble and I yelled at him right after I finished giggling.
Silly silly boy. Hmph.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Then I heard what I said.
Then I realized what it meant.
Then I yelled, "HOLY CRAP EIGHT! EIGHT!" and peed a little.
Now, excuse me while I go catch my breath and find my heart.
It's on the floor, somewhere, along with my chin.
Monday, August 3, 2009
- So far so good in the pregnancy and there's no way to know what or if anything will happen,
- we don't know what next year will bring us (we've always handled this trip on a year by year basis),
- I believe that boys need some time to be boys away from their significant others and
- I enjoy this weekend too.
You see, I get to sleep in the middle of a king size bed by myself, I get unchallenged control of the remote, there's no "we have to do" or "we have to get" and - this is my favorite part - I get to rediscover all my favorite comfort foods.
I can cook and yes, I probably should, but I'm not going to. I'm tired at the end of the day and I just don't feel like it. I won't even mention the fact that I'm completely spoiled with Matt making dinner for me most nights. I can readily admit this.
So, what are my favorite comfort foods? You know what they are - the ones that got you through the first years out on your own, got you through college, the things you grabbed after a night of drinking, the only thing you could afford or knew how to make yourself. Mine were Kraft Mac & Cheese, Totino's party pizza, chicken strips and last but not least, the good ol' PBJ.
Are they good? Debateable.
Are they good for me? Probably not.
Are they still yummy in a nostalgic way? Absolutely!
I love them and look forward to them every year - for just a few days. Because that's all I can handle.
What are your secret comfort foods?