too tired to post anything of substance. gestating is hard work. less than 7 weeks to go. trying not to pee pants (again). something better soonish.
love j
Ok, I love me some LOTR. My concise review is this: so gay. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
p.s. Viggo makes me a little moist.
It is possible that all my posts until I give birth will be in point form. Suck it up people.
I made 2 double batches of shortbread this weekend. Last night after taking the last sheet out of the oven I thought; “who I am making cookies for?”. I mean, we are having no parties, no open house this year, no dinners, nothing. It
A coupla’ things.
Is it possible that the baby is taking all its nutrients out of the fat on my ass? Honestly, soon I will have no ass at all. I will be assless. Assfree. Negative assspace. I have noticed this since having the flu. My ass is the only thing missing really. I have plenty of other parts that the baby could feed from.
The other is http://www.eyeenvision.com/litterbox/scratch.html singing cats!
Have a great weekend.
Jen
Seriously. Talking about how hot and goodlooking and smart the person we hired to replace me for a year is doesn’t make me feel so good. I bet she has a hairy back.
Ok, another entry in point form. I have placenta brain and I think that is all I am capable of anymore. Seriously. Don’t mock the pregnant, we are stupid. I can correctly identify chocolate ice cream and the bathroom, but all other things are up for grabs.
last night in White Trash Prenatal Class there was a woman wearing flip-flops. It was about -10C/15F out last night. There is also a guy named Elvis in our class and two separate couples who smoke together before hand. Nice. Last night was our last regular class, next week is breastfeeding.
this weekend we had a prenatal classes but with our Doula . There were four other couples there. Including Mark, there were 3 PhDs in attendance. A very different crowd than our public health White Trash class. It was good, but my anxiety is still at a level where talking about labour, delivery, baby care, etc. makes me a bit woozy.
so yeah, I am still anxious. The drugs take the edge off, but the anxiety is still very much near the surface and it is unsettling. I think it is part of the reason I haven’t been posting much. Like if I tell you I am anxious, it is really true. I am really just clinging to my shit together by the skin of my teeth.
Mark put together the stroller and the crib. More reality that makes me slightly hyperventilate every time I see them. I am so lame. Why is the 17-year-old couple in our class who smokes more relaxed than me?
I am pretty much done our Christmas shopping, most of which was done online this year since my stamina is pretty low. God bless the intranetweb. I will have to venture out for a few stocking stuffer type items for Mark. This mostly involves chocolate, so that
brings new meaning to “avast ye scurvy dogs”
Yes, I am alive. Thanks to the husband for at least clarifying so in the comments. Yesterday was my first day back at work in two weeks. I feel much better, but I am tired. This probably won’t subside until Beyonce moves out of the house though right?
Some things:
I now have a heated underground parking space in my building. I want to marry it.
We went back to our prenatal class last night despite being really freakin embarrassed about the ambulance coming the last time we were there. We discussed how having a baby can effect a couple emotionally. Thankfully no one hugged me.
My drugs seem to be working, I am getting that comfortably numb SSRI glow. I am still anxious as fuck beneath it all. I really can’t fathom that I will soon have to give birth and then have a newborn and be a parent. Its nuts really.
We have interviewed 6 people for my job in the last two days. I am sure they will like one of the top two we are settling on more than me. I like them more than me.
It is my dad’s 63rd birthday today. He wanted an office sized paper cutter. We bought him one.
We bought this stroller travel system for the spawn. Nothing was available with a Hemi. I can’t even believe we will really need it. Seriously. We are apparently having a baby. We also bought a baby monitor with 2 receivers. This will enable us to listen for baby and yell at Mark to get me more chocolate ice cream. THE BABY WANTS IT!
I eventually went to a Medicentre this past Saturday because I still felt so awful after two weeks. I thought I was going to drown in my own mucous. They gave me antibiotics. I hate taking them, but I feel a gazillion times better. Ten days just seems too excessive. I mean I feel ok now.
American Thanksgiving screws with my TV watching needs. WHO WANTS TO WATCH A JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE SPECIAL? Where is my must-see-tv motherfuckers?
Thanks to everyone for the nice thoughts and comments and flowers. Ok, not flowers. Would it kill you? Anyhow. I love blogpeople.