Since my destination was Charleston, South Carolina, you can probably imagine how this raised body temperature treated me. Not nicely. I managed an outdoor adventure to the farmer’s market, and we spent most of an afternoon in the spa getting our nails done and gossiping with the nosy technician, and then we escaped to the beach for a day, but still, I felt like a hot dog in the ballpark steamer machine. Sitting in air conditioned restaurants is no longer a problem, but walking the dog any time between 9am and 7pm has become too much. I’m just hot and it’s all I can do to sit on the couch in my undies and write.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
My, the heat!
Friday, June 25, 2010
The Magical Disappearing Navel
Sunday, June 20, 2010
It's baby-suit time!
Googling “pregnancy bathing suits” doesn’t do much except encourage you to shop, but in my research I have found most opinions are to be proud of what you have and flaunt it; I guess I’ll go with that aka see if my bikinis still fit. I don’t much look pregnant from the front, other than my middle looks quite wide, like a thick stick figure, but the profile is getting pretty good. Apparently the Creature is 11 inches long now—not sure how that fits in there but I’ll take it! It would probably look good if my boobs were a little bigger, but I hate to tempt fate on that one. Just give me a butt-load of sunscreen and I’m ready!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Stretch Armstrong
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Everybody was kung-fu fighting
I said instead of complaining this time I would talk about something fun. I have chosen the topic of baby aerobics. This is because, for the past few weeks, I have been able to feel the Creature within. It’s completely weird, and I’m not always sure it’s a baby instead of gas, indigestion, hunger, or aliens—or anything else you could think of that may have reason to be in there jumbling around. Poor Hubby has been waiting his turn to feel it from the outside but it’s completely unpredictable thus far (and he’s really not that patient when I give him a tip and offer my stretched out bump). The best I can describe it is either like when you drink too much water and it sloshes around, making a little slap on the side of your stomach, or like hunger rumbles without having to do with hunger (although hunger is quite prevalent these days). I’ve also come to notice that 90% of the fetal karate classes occur in one quadrant of my belly so that seems to be a sign as well. While it’s pretty neat to feel something actually happening in there, I am trying to cherish the moments when I don’t feel much because, from what I can tell, it only gets more intense, more frequent, and more like a “real” baby: “hey ma, you think it’s time to sleep, WRONG! I’m hungry/bored/poopy/just want to cry and get your attention.”
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Add heartburn to the list...
So heartburn, which I was lucky enough to claim ignorance of until about a week ago, is not really a burn and not really near your heart; it’s more of an acid melt all through your chest. It is like you swallowed a nice thick shot of gasoline (or perhaps something like Jagermeister, if you aren’t knocked up) and then someone lit a match in your stomach so the resulting flame slowly trickles up your esophagus and crawls out your mouth after sitting at the back of your throat for a few moments. Then, the clear air passes through and you don’t know when the cycle will strike again. On our road trip, chips were giving me this wonderful experience. But yesterday, they were not. I had too many jalapenos on my sandwich today, but not three days ago. It’s really just another great surprise, ain’t it?
Maybe next time I’ll write something awesome about pregnancy, like a newfound love of juice (which, naturally, is on the list of things that gives you heartburn).Friday, June 4, 2010
It's cankle time!
Something new and exciting did occur on our journey though, and I’m not talking about camping through a tornado in Missouri, I’m talking about cankles. You know, you’ve seen them, you’ve wondered how they got that way. I will tell you: pregnancy and dehydration and sitting for too damn long. Or maybe some combo of the three—but that was my magic trifecta. It started with some agitation and tightness in my lower legs and ended a couple days later with some kid in a parking lot pointing at me and asking why I had elephant legs (not really, thank goodness). Cankles really are a wonder; I definitely feel for those who, for some unfortunate reason, have legitimate cankles, but I am also fascinated by them at the same time. They’re like fresh sausages in a thin casing, tight but squishy at the same time. They’re like an amorphous, detached part of your own body you know you should be able to feel but can’t. You can poke the skin around the ankle and not feel bone! In fact, I started to play with them so much Hubby had to tell me to stop. I told you the trip was boring.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Wedding season
I can’t wait for the doctor to give me the go-ahead; I think it’s coming soon, but I’m not about to self-diagnose and then have the baby come out to them yelling: “Holy cow, how much have you been drinking? Look at this thing!” and then push some call button so all the other doctors and midwives and med-students in the county can come witness what happens when a mother drinks alcohol at the wrong point in her pregnancy.
I’m also definitely not listening to people who say “No amount of alcohol is ever safe.” Please, like I have that kind of self-restraint.