While some people truly may be a bunch of ASSHOLES, and others may be an even bigger bunch of DIPSHITS [with the things they say], this whole pregnancy thing I'd say has finally gotten... dare I say it... second-nature. And it's not like it was ever freaky - I've had a super easy time of it [knock on wood] - it's just that we've finally reached a point where this is all very much just who we are, who we're gonna be, and how our lives are shaping up. Which is awesome. To be in that place. Enjoying it so ignorantly blissfully... most of the time.
Like in the last week, Tiny B has REALLY kicked it up a notch. He's started moving so much that if I sit still for awhile and DON'T feel him move, I sit and wait for it. And not wait for it like I freak out - cuz he always moves fairly soon - but just wait for it like it's become "old habit" for him TO move. So I wait until he does.
Or how his movements have gotten a lot stronger than they used to be. Where they used to be just sorta weird "innard-shifting-so-could-be-gas" kinda things, and then even they were mild "flicks" and "brushes", they're now much more like something "pushing" - again and again and again. So much so that the husband's finally got to feel it 3x. He of course feels it more like "SOMETHING" happened, than a "flick" or a "push", but he's at least felt it, which is cool to finally be able to involve him that way.
Or even how we've gone a bit crazy on the baby stuff in the last 2-3 weeks - so much so that we now have the crib, mattress, dresser/changetable, chair, monitor, AND carrier! It doesn't hurt that half this shit appears to be on SALE every time we go on a mission to tick x off the list (so our budget is coming in WAY under - woot!), but holy... we have a room FULL of baby stuff that needs to be assembled. BABY STUFF! In OUR house!
But even on the pregnancy symptoms stuff, I've just sorta gotten used to the few I have. I've DEFINITELY gotten used to the strange boob stuff going on, to the point where it's become a nightly habit to check out the "goings-ons" there (and there). I've DEFINITELY gotten used to the fact that if I switch positions in the night, I have to roll on my BACK to get to the other side, cuz even the SHORTEST of moments on my stomach is SOOOOO not comfortable I can't do it anymore. And I've DEFINITELY gotten used to not sleeping like I used to.
The only sorta ODDNESS I've had happened twice, and since I have an OB appointment next week where I'll get to ask about it, I'm just rolling with it for now, by doing EVERYTHING in my power to avoid it EVER HAPPENING AGAIN. But twice now, after putting on a synthetic "type" material underwear, I've had SUCH a reaction I've almost ran screaming to tear them off. And not reaction like ITCH, or reaction like WEIRD, but reaction like "oh, it feels scratchy... no wait, it feels like PAIN... OMG the PAIN... OMG GET THESE F*G THINGS F*G OFF ME NOW!". And I mean, it's like the SECOND I put them on my body is SCREAMING for me to take them off cuz it HURTS, INSTANTLY. And as someone who's always worn a mix of all SORTS of materials, I've now developed a DEATHLY fear of the few "panties of doom" I seem to own. So for now, I am sticking STRICTLY to cotton, until I know what the HELL is going on down there. Cuz over the last 2-3 weeks it's only happened twice, but BOTH times the only constant was the same material...
Other than that, it's all kinda... well... going SWIMMINGLY. Apparently to a bunch of ignorant dipshits I am small, but next week I'm pretty sure my OB will reassure me of things, will tell me 9-9.5lbs is great for my short stature, and all is measuring RIGHT on track. But until then, I'll just sit here enjoying it, and debating which of all your many ideas for comebacks I'll use for the dipshits.
Picture update coming soon...
Saturday, 25 July, 2009
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11 comments:
New gift idea for you: white grandma panties.
Yay for swimmingly. I'll come back to see the witty comebacks.
There will always be assholes and dipshits. Meanwhile, you can just enjoy your great progress without giving them too much thought.
Assholes and dipshits will always be around. And, its so much fun to screw with their brains.
It sounds like you are doing fabulously.
I'm glad things are going well.
One thing you might want to check out is a "pregnancy pillow." My younger sister said she called around to find a massage therapist who had a pregnancy pillow.
She described it as a big pillow that supports your chest, sides and arms, allowing you to lay on your stomach and let your stomach hang down. It relieves your back of the excess weight. She said that even if she didn't get a massage, laying on the pillow was worth three times the cost of the massage!
Yikes! I haven't been attacked by the Panties of Doom. Thanks for the heads up, I'll keep my eyes open.
I have been brave enough to look at baby stuff, but not brave enough to buy anything.
I will in time, I guess!
Oh, yes, the rolling on your back to get to the other side. Been doing that for a couple of weeks now.
The panties of doom sound scary!
Isn't it GREAT to wake up one day and realize that your whole life has changed, that you're finally getting what you've wanted for so long? Seeing the baby stuff accumulate can really make it all sink in!
I loved the kicks too, especially the ones my husband could feel. It got to where he could just put his hand on my belly and wait to the baby to respond-- he'd always push or kick right into my husbands hand, as though he knew he was there and wanted to say hi to Dad. It was pretty fun.
Thanks for the "panties of doom" thing-- hilarious!
Sounds like things are coming along well, and yay for baby stuff on sale!
Like the panties of doom image. Great post!
sooooooooooo happy that things are going so well for you. Oh & feeling him moving around?!! awesome.
as for the comments- people can just be assholes. And knocked up women of all sizes seem to be a landing pad for stupid comments.
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