I think I need to blog more like the way that I eat: lots of small, nutritious posts rather than one infrequent and overly wordy gorge. Doing that would stress me out less--I've actually started adding "blog" to my to do list. Of course, those of you who know me could say, "big deal, you just like crossing stuff off a list," and you'd be right. I do love to scratch through something on a list! Mom made fun of me when I admitted that I often add something I've already done to the list just so I can scratch it off. To me, the act of scratching something off a list supplies an unequivocal feeling of productivity and success. Pathetic, eh? (Don't worry, I haven't added "birth baby" to the list.) I'm thinking I can execute this "many small blogs" rule starting this weekend because tomorrow is my last day of class...whether or not I maintain that habit when my dreaded life change occurs in T-minus 1 week is to be determined.
For those of you who haven't had the honor of listening to my ever-so spoiled ranting and crying about having to go back to work full-time, here's the update: my boss gave me the ol' come-back-to-work-in-the-office-full-time-or-sayonara-sucker ultimatum. Prior to that, I got the news that my tenants/friends were moving out of my house at the end of this month. We decided to take the opportunity to renovate and then move back in when July rolls around. That said, the "sayonara sucker" option of my ultimatum, although tempting, was not a financially sound option. So hi-ho it is! Back to work I go. My leisurely life of afternoon naps is about to become a fond and distant memory...I know it's hard to feel sorry for me when the rest of the world is working 40 hour weeks so I'll end the belly-aching here.
In baby news, I'm definitely starting to show though only to those who know what my pre-preggger tummy looks like. All others probably still assume that it's just a pot belly derived from excessive drinking and cheese steak binging. Speaking of excessive drinking and my belly, for a controversial, humorous, and totally unflattering pic, check out Laura's blog ("come on and wake up with me") linked to the right. Her pictures of Shannon's bachelorette party this weekend are awesome and indicative of the level of crazy fun-ness us ladies had. There's another pic Laura took of me that is less controversial that I will upload if she gets around to sending it to me. Otherwise it looks like I missed my 4 month pic.
So yeah, I made it through my first sober bachelorette party (the party wasn't sober, noooo way, but I, obviously was). As I said to someone, I really don't miss drinking at all (I just miss my "liquid courage" when it comes to busting a groove on the dance floor). The alcohol I can definitely do without, but what I do miss (in addition to raw fish) is energy. Where the f*** is that "I'm ready to climb a mountain" feeling that more than one person swore I'd get in the second trimester??? I'm ready to WANT to climb a mountain. I'm ready to want to do anything to that involves moving from the couch and/or not going to bed at 8:30. Being tired all the time is seriously inhibiting my all-time favorite hobby of scratching stuff off my ever-growing to do list.
I suppose that record is broken, eh? How many more times can you read me write about how exhausted I always am?? Well, the thing is, my writing here is stream of conscious so what you're getting are my unfiltered thoughts and 85% of the time, I'm thinking about how tired I am.
For those of you who delight in the pregnancy 101 info that I regurgitate from my books, here's your fix: The baby weighs about 7 ounces (and, according to the book, my boobs weigh in a close second at 6 1/2 ounces). No more fruit references on the size of the baby, but my uterus is the size of a cantaloupe (this explains the beer and cheese steak bulge). I've gained about 10 pounds (the book says between 8 and 14 is normal at this time so go me for being normal!). I'm supposed to be feeling some movement but haven't felt anything yet (except the piroutte that happened the first time I put on some Vivaldi). Speaking of, I went to the dr. last week because I thought that my 4 day cold was probably pneumonia or bronchitis (I'm turning into a bit of a hypochondriac...), and the nurses asked "how's the baby doing?" I gave them a puzzled look and refrained from saying "you tell me." I did read that the first movements are often mistaken for hunger or gas, so if that's the case, considering I'm always hungry and gassy, it could be a while before I learn to differentiate the baby dancing from the day-to-day murmorings of my hungry, gassy tummy.
Speaking of hungry...it's time for some food. That and I really have to pee. Eating and peeing--that's what I think about the 15% of the time that isn't spent dwelling on being tired. Time to move! Maybe I'll cross "clean kitchen" off the list after I get some food in me....
I can definitely vouch for the hungry and gassy comment.ReplyDelete
Babe, you make yourself sound like a lazy blob and you definately are not. XOReplyDelete
Well, she is comparing it to her pre-preggers self -- which ran circles around the rest of us.ReplyDelete
I'm not sure the 6.5 ounces is the right weight of a boob. That would make a boob weigh approximately the same as the pattie of a quarter pounder at McDonalds. Maybe its what the boob has put on. I'm not sure, but I would guess a boob weighs at least 1 pound. It has been awhile since I've done measurements.ReplyDelete
In any case, it was good to see you, although briefly. You look really good. Keep up the good work.
hahah! I love Seymour. Now, what exactly is the difference between the boob and what the boob has put on??? I mean, if a person puts on weight, a person weighs more, you don't just say the person weighs this much and the excess weight weighs this much. Wait--so you're saying you think just the excess weighs 6.5 pounds and that the boobs themselves are 1 pound so now mine should be 1.65 pound??? I'm gonna poll the ladies, but I'm pretty sure your boob expectations are limited to the world of XXX :)ReplyDelete
Dang it! You might be right. I just found two online sources (this being the more credible one: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brassiere) that say the average female breast weighs about 1 pound....What I can't find is whether that is the individual or package weight.ReplyDelete
So what is this book talking about??? Is it saying that the average boob weight gained at 19 weeks is 6.5 oz???
oh my freaking gosh this is hillarious!!!!!!! "package weight"ReplyDelete