Lucy Lime

Have you ever heard that once you get to a certain point in your pregnancy, you shouldn't lay flat on your back? Something about compressing the spine and nerves and other important body things? Well, I am at that stage. Whenever I lay directly on my back, I get a bit of the light headedness. So, I don't do that anymore. I have found that my posture totally sucks, though. There are times, several times throughout the day actually, when I have to force myself to sit up straight, take a deep breath and stretch my shoulder blades out. If I don't, I get that weird feeling again.

My concern? How many times does this have to happen to me before I retard my kid?

Labels: baby, pregnancy

SO this whole pregnancy thing pisses me off. Something is supposed to happen to me called NESTING. Unfortunately, it didn't happen with son number one and it is not going on with son number two.

I have decided to be proactive.

I am forcing myself to nest. You see, I have this disorder. I am not sure if it has a name but whenever I get mad, I clean. I purposely tried to work myself up into a frenzy today so I could partake in a little self-induced nesting.

I petered out after an hour.

WHY CAN'T I NEST? People promised me it would happen last time and they are all LIARS!

Labels: cleaning, nesting, pregnancy

Nothing really new to update. Been to the midwife, lost weight, vitals and all that jazz = fabulous.

My son's teacher has been out so he has had to deal with a substitute and the normal assistant teacher. Only issue is his actual teacher is caring and spends actual loving and caring time with each of the kids and the assistant is anything but warm. If a kid acts up, she writes them off. He is no dummy and he has picked up on that big time. When I picked him up on Tuesday, he was super sad. He wanted me to hug him the whole time and when I had to put him in the car so we could go, he threw a fit. Not a tantrum, but a sad fit. He was desperate for some affection. I cuddled him some more and had to hold his hand the whole way home. He hated being around the assistant. I mean, when you are a little fella it has to be scary to be stuck in a room with a stranger and the teacher you know has no interest in you.

I may just take him to work with me tomorrow. I have to grade in my office all afternoon so I might take a video along.

Other than that an me being exhausted, nothing new to report.

Labels: pregnancy, sleep or lack thereof, work

Feeling gross today. Thought I would take a few minutes to purge the body of toxins before lying on the couch to watch a Netflix. Little man is asleep and hubby had poker tonight so I am on my own.

So, I have Shrek feet again. My ankles are swollen like a freak show. Hubs cracked up today when he saw them. The swelling will go down, always does, but in the meantime my toes, which remain quite lean, stick out from these bulbous foot/ankle glop combo. It is silly. I've just been doing way too much and not taking care of myself the way I need to. When will I learn that pregnant gals should not do cartwheels? Bottom line: I need to relax and get my feet up.

My stomach was totally doing weird things today. Namely, expanding. I tried to lay down but my comfort and potential nap was thwarted by this incredible stretching sensation and hardening of my stomach. Baby is a growin'!

I haven't been eating much lately. Hubs wonders why I haven't been eating chocolate or any sweets lately and I can only guess its because it is too much effort. I only crave fresh, whole foods. Seriously healthy stuff. A fresh peach is pure heaven to me. Real meat and salad and asparagus. Wondrous! Unfortunately, I really do not feel like preparing anything. Or, the thought of the clean-up puts me off. I can do one thing, but not the other. I need help but don't want to ask the hubby for it because he is busy all the time, too. Even though I go to be hungry, when I wake up I am fine.

I am more exhausted than I let on because then I will have to sit through another one of hubby's "you're doing too much, march your water-logged body into the bedroom right now and take a fucking nap" lectures. Then, he will take our son somewhere to play and I miss out. I hate missing out on family fun.

Little man has been especially trying lately. He wants to exert his authority big time. Unfortunately he is still too little to do the high-flying acrobatics he thinks he can do. We constantly have to play bad cop and tell him no and all the poor fella wants to do is climb on top of the entertainment center and jump off. We are sooooo unreasonable. Can you imagine the injuries we will have to deal with because our son is an extreme sports junkie? I freak when he gets a bug bite, how will I ever survive?

Oh, and baby #2 still has no name in sight. He will forever be called "the fetus." Or, "Yentl." (He was conceived during our Hanukkah celebration. Who am I kidding? We were all sicker than sick during Hanukkah so he is the result of and only celebration we did during Hanukkah 2007.)

Well, the lesbians are getting restless. They are moving furniture or humping or something exceptionally loud upstairs so I think it is time to retire to the couch and fall asleep in the middle of my show.

Labels: baby, Lesbians, pregnancy, Shrek feet

The mother and a few of the friends have asked about a baby registry. I have to say that I am less than thrilled at the thought of looking through baby items. Most expectant mothers are elated for that sort of task but not I. I find shopping utterly boring and when I look around my home and see a billion things cluttering each room, the thought of registering for more things, no matter how needed or mighty useful they would be, overwhelms me.

I am hoping against hope that the nesting thing will kick in during this pregnancy. It didn't the first time around. But this time I am uber sensitive to gore (murdering cockroaches, cat vomit, the litterbox), sad movie previews (I cried at The Pursuit of Happyness preview), inspiring moments in sports history (don't ask!) and Air Supply.

Yeah, bad news.

So perhaps this time I will actually get that nesting thing, clean out my house and be eager to accept new clutter in my home. Ah, I think I will list more items on Freecycle so that I feel good about sharing my clutter with someone else.

I'll get on that after I take a nap.

Labels: baby, cleaning, Freecycle, pregnancy, shopping