1. So last week, when I saw my OB, she told me it was the first time she could look at me and definitively say “Yep. She's pregnant.”
I was quite relieved that I'd finally passed the dumpy looking stage when I look like I've never met a donut I didn't like. I have so much torso that even in a second pregnancy I spend 22-26 weeks where I'm just thickened up all over and look more fat than pregnant.
Dangit, now I'm craving donuts. And it's Friday. And Lent. I don't even want good donuts, I want those wee Mrs. Baird's powdered sugar donuts that come in the long skinny plastic bags…
…I resisted eating that leftover baklava back on the first Friday of Lent. I can do this. Maybe.
2. Oh! Last Friday, after I already wrote my quick takes, GeekBaby and I got attacked by a rat-dog outside the Container Store!
Now I like dogs, as long as they're suitably big, friendly, and/or lazy. You know the type. Dog-ish. Not psychotic pseudo-rat. I loathe anything that's small enough to fit in a purse, yaps, or makes suicidally aggressive attacks on me and my child in a public venue.
And I do mean suicidal. In my normal (i.e. agile and not pregnant) state, I'm entirely capable of handling (permenantly) small, aggressive dogs threatening me and accompanying small children. Pregnant, tired, brochitis-y, clambering out of a pickup with my four year old to be confronted by a loose rat-dog trailing a broken leash charging us barking and growing… I just lost it and started screaming.
The owner's response? “He won't bite you” was entirely useless. She did at least retrieve the (still barking and lunging) dog. No apology though.
That experience must be what The Machine is like.
3. I got a new coffee making gadget, and I think it might be the best one ever. Behold! The sit on your cup cone filter!
Coffee's been tricky this pregnancy. French press (our usual) and all its grounds turned my stomach, but I found drip coffee (with sugar and cream) actually settled it better than anything else. So we got a drip machine. And I hated it. It was impossible to clean unless things went through the dishwasher, it took up a huge chunk of counter space, and the coffee always tasted stale, even if I'd cleaned everything.
Then Himself gave coffee up for Lent. And I tried tea, but it lacked the stomach calming properties of my morning coffee. So I took to trying various methods of brewing one cup of coffee with a paper filter. Then I stumbled across the cone filter. It is the best coffee gadget ever. Here's how I use it for a single cup.
I heat water in my kettle, get my big mug, cone filter, paper #4 filter, and a 2 cup measure. I measure 2 tablespoons of drip coffee in the measuring cup, assemble mug, come, and paper filter, and wait for the water to get hot. When the water is hot, but not boiling (the pre-whistling stage) I fill the cone with hot water and let it drain through, then the measuring cup to the 2 cup mark. It's enough water to coffee that you don't need to stir. Wait one minute, empty the hot water drained into the mug, and pour the mess of coffee and grounds into the paper filter to drip.
It is a very good cup of coffee. But it's also low mess – even less than our French press. And if we had a carafe big enough, the same cone filter could be used to make a six cup pot of coffee.
Small, dishwasher safe, easy to use, versatile, and all for about $6.
4. Tindómiel is starting to poke randomly out of my stomach. I can actually feel the wee feet and hands and bum stick out, or paw across the inside of my tummy. It's a weird feeling, but one of the best parts of pregnancy, in my opinion.
It's little things like being poked from the inside that cheer me up in what is otherwise a pretty miserable, nerve wracking experience.
5. So after much thought, I've decided to swallow my pride and proceed with a scheduled csection. My doctor was willing to let me try a VBAC, but I just can't face trying and ending up with another, possibly more serious, csection. I spent five days in the hospital with GeekBaby, two and some for the induction and two and the rest after the csection. And I hated being there. The hospital was nice, it was like having a baby in a five star hotel, but all I wanted was to go home. Between the induction, the surgery, the new baby, and the constant disruption of nurses, I was exhausted. With a scheduled and no complications, that time can probably be cut down to two and a half. And that means going home waaaay less tired and cranky and better able to enjoy the fruit of my labor.
6. I'm sitting here typing my Quick Takes, and my four year old is doing laundry. No joke. He thinks being permitted to put loads of laundry in the washer and move them to the dryer is a huge priviledge. All I have to do is add the soap and bleach and get the machines started.
…what? Home economics is a legitimate subject for education.
7. Yesterday, by the time I reached the truck, I was terribly thirsty. And hey, there's a Sonic right on my way home! So I stopped and got a cherry limeade. I took a couple grateful gulps, then headed home. As I turned out onto the street, the cherry limeade flopped over in the cup holder which punched a hole in the bottom side of the cup. So there I am, horrified, trying to drive down a thankfully not busy street, with cherry limeade pouring everywhere.
It was all over quickly and there was nothing for it but to drive on home with lakes of soft drink in both sides of the cup holder, drenched in cherry limeade, and still thirsty.
Himself wouldn't let me clean it up. He did it while I went upstairs to change and cry.
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