Well, it has been quite the week! Sunday, Monday and Tuesday came and went with so much energy, I cooked dinner and baked almost all three days/nights! I slept well, cleaned and did all of my wife-ly duties to keep my hard working husband happy...and then Wednesday came. All went well, except all day at work I kept thinking how ridiculous it was that it wasn't Thursday already and that the week was starting to drag on. I got home, decided that the fresh acorn squash from the local farmers market needed to be cooked. So I did cook it, and then I cooked some chicken - some very thick chicken breasts that didn't hold the marinade and took WAY too long to cook in the oven! I ended up cutting them in half (my mere attempt at butterflying something where it inevitably ends up in two pieces) and returning them to the oven after the said 30 minutes...for another 30 minutes. At that point, I just got frustrated and everything went from an energy and motivation level of 10 to about a 2. The chicken no longer looked or smelled any bit appetizing, actually watching Jason eat it brought back my dreaded early-pregnancy memories (both memory and the taste in my mouth) of chicken not sitting well ... and making an encore appearance. So, I ate about 3/4 of the squash and a PB & Honey sandwich for dinner. All the while, all Jason could do was try and keep his mouth shut, he didn't know what to say rather than saying the wrong thing (everything was the wrong thing to me at that point). So, I wanted to get to bed early so I did, and fell asleep. Then I woke up when Jason came in. This wouldn't normally be a problem, but with him in the bed I can't sprawl to my body's new needed awkward positions. While on my left side (the side I'm "supposed to" lay on), my "prenatal onset restless leg syndrome" (Dr confirmed issue) was in full force for my right leg and I just wanted to either tense it up or shake it or kick it or something. So, I turned on to my right side. Not that I am not supposed to lay on my right side, but it isn't the better side to lay on - except for my baby is laying on the right half of me so it would kick and squirm (as though I was squishing it although I knew that I wasn't) pushing everything up into the left side of my ribcage - queue cramping. So then I would lay on my back, which at this point is uncomfortable for many pregnant people because of the weight on your uterus and a major artery. It wasn't uncomfortable for me, but the baby would slump down to the right side and start wiggling around - so I'd roll on to my left side again...see the pattern? After about 45 minutes of this, I, frustrated as all hell at this point, got up and went in to the bathroom and quietly sobbed. I cried uncontrollably because all I wanted to do was fall asleep or at least be comfortable while trying to do so. This not being my first emotional episode (as you have all read before), I knew that my only way to get this sob-fest to stop was to distract myself. So I cleaned the toilet and the bathtub. This did help to a certain extent and now that I'm writing this, maybe it was good because it got my circulation going through my leg to help stop the tingling...long enough for when I went to lay back down, clogged nose and red blotchy eyes (good thing it was dark in the room!) - I did eventually fall asleep. It was not a good night of sleep, but it did include some sleep.
That, on top of driving into work being brought to tears by some jerk lady in an oversize SUV honking at me as I tried to merge with some other dip-shit typical woman driver to get on the highway (the whole annoying subconscious speed up slow down without realizing it only because the car next to you - me - was doing it...). I cried, but quickly found a radio station that had a morning show that distracted me. Then I got to work and had to go to a meeting with a very annoying co-worker that wasn't necessarily going to bring me to tears, but had the potential to make me blow up in a manner that would probably bring her or others to tears with how annoyed I was. I minded my business and called it a short day to get home in time to meet the carpet cleaners. Them being there was a blessing in disguise I think because Massey, Jason and I hung out in yard for over an hour. Just talking and me coming to terms with the humility of how my last 24 hours had gone.
Moral of the story time: It's a very good thing to be able to laugh at yourself...as long as you can eventually bring yourself to do so.
Now, last night after the carpet cleaner guy (zero rez - I highly recommend them!) left, I went over to JZ's house for a girls get together. They carved pumpkins, we drank apple cider, had some pregnancy updates and news...can't spill the beans yet (it's absolutely killing me), ate lots of junk food - and just had a wonderful time with some wonderful friends...and you'll be happy to know that last night's sleep was AMAZING.
Oh - and baby is just fine. Getting huge and no more little pokes and jabs, more like swells of body movements across my entire mid-section. I know I have 9 weeks left, but I'm ready...and truly fearful for how ginormous this child could potentiall get before making its debut.
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