One Tough Week. Friday, Mar 28 2008

It’s been a rough, tough week.

The morning sickness has rallied and pushed back almost to 1st trimester levels of annoyance.  This is, of all things, weather-related.  Yeah, that’s right, my fricking morning sickness responds to the moon, or the tides, or something.  Fortunately the morning sacrifice of a couple of eggs soothes the ravening beast that was my tummy.

Morning sickness has been joined by it’s evil(er) twin ‘evening heartburn’.  I have never had heartburn before.  I suddenly have much more sympathy and understanding for my dad.

Also, I appear to have sprained, or otherwise injured my ankle/foot.  It’s the foot I sit on when I’m curled up on the couch, so my increasing heftiness probably has something to do with it.  Oh, and about that obsession with my weight?  Well, I gained five pounds all in a week, so I’m all better now.

Week 24 is done.  Had my OB appointment.  I get tested for anemia this visit, so we’ll see who wins out, me, or the prescribed iron supplement I refused to take.

I burned out our blender by making frozen lemonade.  This is actually pretty bad, since it’s all I want to drink at the moment.  Ice crushing blade, indeed.  I don’t think that blender could crush crackers to crumbs acceptably.

But worst of all, most terrible of things that could happen…

…the harddrive croaked in my iMac.  So I am computerless.  How am I posting this, you ask?  By sheer force of will!

Actually, The Husband (who is a saint for putting up with me lately) has sacrificed his laptop to my needs.  The laptop, however, no longer props up nice and flat on my tummy.  This just feels weird, so I can’t wait to get my computer back this weekend. For free, thanks to AppleCare. (I shall review my AppleCare experience when it’s back.)

All this in a week where I’ve actually been composing (in my head) some interesting, hopefully thought provoking, writings.  Something better than last weeks whiney drivel about not gaining enough weight and monkey slippers.

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Because they are awesome… Sunday, Mar 23 2008

One of the many things pregnancy preparation websites/books/etc. suggest taking to the hospital are slippers.  However, I do not want to muss my nice shearling hard soled slippers in a labor and delivery room.

So you’ll all understand why I couldn’t pass these up. 

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Obsessive Compulsive Sunday, Mar 23 2008

The TMI tag is up people, just FYI. 

The difference between obsession and compulsion is that an obsession is an idea that continually preoccupies your mind, and a compulsion is an irresistible urge to behave in a certain way.

I have always been compulsive about my weight, but never before have I been obsessive.

For almost ten years, I’ve meticulously weighed myself every morning.  And by meticulous, I mean scientifically meticulous.  Roughly the same time most days, as soon as I’ve gotten out of bed and emptied my bladder, but before my shower, and starkers.  And I take each measurement in triplicate, to minimize measuring error.

This might sound obsessive, but it’s not, because I hardly ever think about it.  It’s just something I do, one of the several bits of health data that I routinely observe and catalog without thinking about, as habitual as checking and charting cervical mucus.

I consequently don’t pay a lot of attention to the scale at my OB appointments.  First of all, I’m wearing clothes, and the nurses tease me enough already because I’m anal about taking off my shoes.  Second, I don’t always eat lunch at the same time before my appointment.  And third, I always know how much I weighed that morning, and how that morning compared to the preceding mornings.

But pregnancy has made me obsessive about my weight.  In extremely irrational ways.  Because I’m not sure I’m gaining enough weight.  A pregnant woman just can’t win.  You either fret you’re gaining too much weight, or you fret that you’re not gaining enough.

I lost over five pounds the first trimester.  I actually had to move to maternity clothes before I had gained much on my prepregnancy weight.  And while I know it’s a good sign that I was at a healthy weight before I got pregnant, I can’t help but feel vaguely irritated that I can’t ever just be like other women.

Always the difficult one, me.

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Happy Easter Sunday, Mar 23 2008

Happy Easter, everyone.

I was having a nice nap to The Planets… until I somehow managed to inhale saliva and woke up in a coughing fit.  If I can’t take my nap in peace, I might as well write instead.

We had a nice morning:  got up, got dressed, went to Mass, then out to breakfast.  Even the choir didn’t annoy me much this morning.  I have a longstanding grudge against our choir because their music choice discourages the congregation from singing.  Songs are either unusual melody-wise, begun to the wrong tempo which they unconsciously speed up in the middle, or have random rests and inappropriately placed fermata.  But today, all the music was nice and singable, without being silly.  In fact it was perfect up until the dismissal, where they threw a couple of full rests into the response, just to mess everyone up show off keep us on our toes.

I can go on for hours like this, much to The Husbands general amusement, but I’ll spare you.  Today.

Mass was lovely this morning, even if I don’t quite fit kneeling anymore.  I keep resolving to get more involved in the parish, but it’s so… inaccessible.  I’ve never been a member of a family parish before, and for the last four years there’s been pitifully little for a young married couple without children to do to meet peers.

Anyhow, there’s tons of stuff I need to get done, so I suppose I should start working on it.

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Yes, those tags are accurate. Monday, Mar 17 2008

So, The Husband and I were at Target today, doing a little baby registering.

Registering for baby stuff is hard, because everyone likes to buy stuff like clothes and toys.  No one wants to buy breast pads or lanolin ointment.

Anyway.  The Husband thinks breast pumps, specifically this breast pump, look like Daleks.

That’s right, Daleks.

Only instead of saying “Exterminate!” they would say “Express!  Express!”

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