1. My OB is fussing over my (plummeting) progesterone levels again. They've dropped dramatically ever since I had to stop the injections. It doesn't really worry me as much as it maybe should because I produced GeekBaby with a of minimum progesterone intervention. But it worries her, so I have oral progesterone on top of the unspeakable medication.
The new medication has left me nauseous and, worse, emotionally wobbly. Couple this with stress from work, the extra necessary domestic organization of Lent, and the onset of allergies, and all I've wanted to do is cry, rant, and whine without any humor whatsoever. Thus my absence.
It feels like I just skip the second trimester, and go straight from the nausea and weepiness of the first trimester to the nausea and weepiness of the third, with additional heartburn and ginormousness. I never really get that extended spurt of energy and high spirits other women talk about. And all of a sudden my belly is huge!
2. On the plus side, I think my extra working Saturdays are over. Thank heaven.
3. It feels wrong to have a special sensory delight of Lent, but I really do love switching out the oratory candle for one of unbleached beeswax. Unbleached beeswax has such a delicious scent.
4. I've decided. GeekBaby will remain GeekBaby until he gets old enough to complain about it. Maybe even longer. Here's why:
On Sunday evenings, we try to make some popcorn, sit down together, and watch an episode (or two) of Doctor Who with GeekBaby. He really enjoys this, and hasn't had any problems with being scared, so we've been working our way steadily through Series One. Until last Sunday, when we reached The Empty Child.
This one I thought might actually be scary for him, so we set aside extra time to watch both parts in sequence. And we did cover his eyes for the more graphic scenes of people transmuting into gas masks. While he clearly reacted to the tension of the episode, he didn't have any bad dreams or trouble sleeping, so I thought we were in the clear.
I was not prepared for him to approach me randomly later in the week, smile charmingly at me, and ask “Are you my mummy?”!
He really is a geek. Environment can only provide so much.
5. I've been listening perforce to a lot of LotR audiobook lately (“Mommy, I can't sleep without the book!”) and one thing that has lately struck me, with peculiar intensity, is how good the Rohirric poetry in particular is. Especially with Robert Ingles singing it. *swoon* It just gets deep in my soul and satisfies something vital.
In fact listening to the audiobooks really reinforces something about the Lord of the Rings – they are meant to be read aloud, performed even. It reminds me of the guy who's putting out DVDs of his performance of Beowulf.
6. GeekBaby declares he wants a vigil lamp in his bedroom for a nightlight. I draw the line at a lit oil lamp in my child's bedroom at any time of day, much less during the night. But I am amenable to a very good quality battery operated candle. Something that doesn't look fake. And a nice icon to go with it.
7. My specific Lenten practice this year is to get the house entirely cleaned, organized, and ready for baby by Easter. That way I only have to spend those last two months maintaining the tidy. This is actually far more spiritually beneficial than it probably sounds, but that's a topic for somethng longer than a quick take.
We're actually ready (within a load or two of laundry) for Tindómiel to arrive now. But various large portions of the domicile are a disaster. And Easter, the one holiday I negotiated for always spending in my own home, is coming which requires a certain amount of thought and preparation.
But for a short update, after two weeks of having a nicely tidy bedroom I'm still finding little random pockets of filth. This week's was the realization that pictures on the walls collect dust just like everything else.
…I really am a terrible housekeeper, on top of being lazy.
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