A wild Saturday night
Saturday, January 9, 2009
18 weeks, 6 days preggo
I cut out felt rectangles for the backs, and glued on felt letters and ribbon with my trusty gluegun. Then I zig-zag-stitched over everything for good measure.
Five (very) hairy pregnancy facts
Saturday, January 9, 2010
18 weeks, 6 days pregnant
- Your hair often grows faster when you’re pregnant.
- Shaving your legs in the tub is difficult, because you can’t bend at the waist anymore.
- Shaving your legs in a shower stall is difficult, because you can’t reach down that far anymore.
- Shaving your legs in the bathroom sink — while standing on one leg — is difficult, because your balance is shot.
- Shaving your down-there is VERY DIFFICULT, because you can’t easily see it anymore. It requires mirrors and a lot of blind trust.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to stop my ankle from hemorrhaging blood over my beige carpet.
Five great things about the second trimester
- No more nausea. It makes bus-riding, eating, and just getting up in the morning easier. And since your hunger has amped up, it’s nice to have different snack choices — and not be tormented by food aversions.
- Body acceptance. You actually look pregnant, instead of just bloated — and that’s a very good thing. You also realize that you’re small compared to how big you’ll be in the third trimster — so you really try to enjoy it!
- More comfy clothing. You no longer try to squeeze into clothes that are too small. You accept the fact that you are definitely — without a doubt — bigger, and embrace maternity clothes for their delicious stretchy comfort.
- Your energy returns. Spending the first trimester on the couch was fine and all, but it’s depressing to stare at piles of dirty dishes and laundry — and not be able to do anything about them. The return of your get-up-and-go is a great feeling.
- Nesting is awesome. I must say, our place has never looked better. My obsessive cleaning/organizing/throwing-out sprees have been so helpful. And looking at the finished products — pristine closets, labeled storage bins — is like taking one big shot of happy.
The flick heard ’round the world
Friday, January 8, 2010
18 weeks, 5 days pregnant
Everyone always talks about “crazy pregnancy hormones,” and until this week, I was all, “Nah, I don’t think I’m acting any different.”
Um … and then this week?
I saw the crazy pregnancy hormones.
And whoa, they are ugly.
It started off so innocently. Darling Husband was teasing me about something — probably my gargantuan belly-full-of-baby — and I laughed and started to walk into the living room. After I’d turned around, he leaned over and flicked me, right on the butt check.
Just an innocent flick. It startled me for sure, because I wasn’t expecting a flick on the butt — who is, really? And yeah, it was a sharp little pain, but it was minor. We are not talking chopped-off finger or hand in the garbage disposal.
But oh my GOD, THE SCREAM!
THE SCREAM that I let out!
Darling Husband froze and watched in horror, as the scream turned into hysterical sobs. It wasn’t a fake-ish, you-scared-me-but-I’m-OK cry, either. My nose was running, and I was crying hard. I was shrieking, “Owww, what did you do to me?!?”
I had morphed into a crazy pregnant lady or a psycho toddler — or both.
After a minute, I calmed down a bit, and Darling Husband dared to pull me in for a hug. He still looked completely shell-shocked.
And then it got even weirder …
I started up again!!! I started sobbing again, in full force. Darling Husband finally started laughing — because, really, it was quite funny — and then I started doing a sob/laugh combination.
Another few minutes later, when I seemed to have actually calmed down, he was all, “What was that?”
I honestly couldn’t tell him what had come over me. I was pretty shocked, myself. I just wiped my blubbering eyes and nose and told him he’d better not flick me anymore.
Three over-shares
Thursday, January 7, 2010
18 weeks, 4 days preggo
- My fold-down maternity underwear is, quite possibly, the best thing in the world. Totally f-ing hideous, but soooo comfortable.
- My boobs ALREADY look nothing like the boobs I used to have. Think veins (lots of ’em).
- I really must get better about doing Kegels if I intend to keep sneezing.
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