Anyway, I feel like I've been in a bit of a funk lately. There are a lot of big things happening in my life, but for some reason I just feel a little blah. I think this is partly due to the feeling sick thing, partly due to the heat, and partly due to who knows what.
The first big problem: I feel fat. I know, I'm pregnant, I'm supposed to be fat. However, I don't look pregnant yet. I'm too big for my regular clothes, and too small for maternity clothes. I'm stuck in some middle-land of just looking like I've porked up for hibernation or something. And really, who hibernates in July?
The heat: Oh my, the heat. I seem to have no tolerance for it at all this summer. I wake up in the morning and our apartment is already at 79 degrees with the air conditioner running. Our air conditioning unit can't seem to keep up with the demand of our little apartment. It runs pretty much 24/7 just to keep the house slightly below 80. Needless to say, between the heat intolerance and the fat thing, I sit around in my underwear a lot. It's probably best if you don't drop by my house un-announced.
Moving: I really, really, really hate moving. I'm so excited and happy to be getting a house (especially one we can stay in for potentially a decade or more), but all I can think about is having to box up all of my stuff and cart it over there. With Curious George's bizarre work schedule, I'm going to end up doing most of the moving (of the small stuff, anyway) myself. Plus, he and I have already discussed that his idea of moving, and my idea of moving, are two VERY different ideas. Ok, so sometimes I'm a little bit of an organization nazi. Can I help it if I want to know where in the house a box belongs before I open it?
The sickness: I don't know if I just drew the pregnancy short straw, or if it's the heat, or working nights, or what, but I still feel sick at least 2 days a week. I'm almost 15 weeks, so I'm hoping that my pregnancy sickness shows itself out shortly, but for now I'm not coping so well. I've become best friends with my Zofran prescription, probably not a good thing.
The dreams: I've always had bizarre dreams, but really? This is getting a bit ridiculous. I dream like once a week that Curious George is leaving me, or has died, or whatever. I also keep dreaming about earthquakes. Which, for lack of a better term, freaks me the hell out. I hate earthquakes, and I really hate waking up in a panic that Curious George isn't home and won't be able to make it home because of the quake.
I do have a few fun things coming up to look forward to, though. Next week is my Brighton Staff Reunion, which should be a blast. I'll get to see a lot of women I haven't seen in a long time. My first big ultrasound is on August 18th, so we'll get to see if everything looks ok with Baby Jo(e), and we'll get to find out what we're having. I keep dreaming that the baby is a girl, so we'll see if I'm right. Curious George says he has a hunch it's a girl, too.
I know, I know... I should probably just go get some cheese to have with my whine. :)
4 comments:
Ah, pregnancy dreams are the worst some of the horrific nightmares I had were beyond disturbing.
People lie when they say morning sickness happens in the morning and that it ends when the 2nd trimester begins. I've found it to be random & evil.
And pre-noticeable-baby-bump period of pregnancy just sucks -- you just feel huge and nobody can tell you're pregnant yet. Good news -- it'll be over before you know it! You'll be sporting a totally noticeable baby bump before you know it!
Good luck! There is no other experience like pregnancy, but it is amazing, and you're coming up on the best stuff!
Don't worry about the whining. We can whine together. And if I was sick all the time, I would feel like whining too. I hope that gets better soon. Especially before you have to do any hard core moving. I don't know what kind of help I will be, what with us working opposite hours, but I an at your disposal. Please call me if you need help!
You have every right to whine!! Those women that love being pregnant are not the norm! And morning sickness is the worst, I have to take Zofran my entire pregnancy...to include labor.
I kept, unknowingly, referring to the twins as boys before I knew the sex...and I was right...but I'm weird :o)
I hate moving too!
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