Monday, March 31, 2008
By popular demand
I say popular demand. I lie. I had one individual reader (new reader! Hey friend!) tell me they missed reading the blog and I felt bad. But, if I’m honest, I was feeling kinda bad anyways. Casual readers might have thought that I had gone ahead and had that baby. Alas, no. I’m larger and getting larger and the baby is stationed firmly in utero. As she should be. I’m whining like a champ. My feet are still meatloaf-y. Everything is mostly status quo.
The initial reason for the drop off was a slightly traumatizing event in the life of matt and i. Nothing hugely serious, but kinda disheartening, so I was feeling low for awhile and used it as an excuse to not write a blog. Then, the fact that I hadn’t written one in awhile became a good enough reason not to write. “oh, it’s been two weeks; why not make it three?” But I’m back now. And I will try to be faithful.
That said, I have a few early morning activities for the next few days, so I may immediately fall back into negligence. It happens.
So, as I stated, I’m large. My belly button is getting very close to the turkey timer pop. It’s not there yet, but it’s very shallow, very nearly flush with the rest of my swollen abdomen. I think my pregnant lady waddle is becoming ever more pronounced. I’m pretty much wearing exclusively my sneakers so loose I can barely tie the laces. Oh, and one of the worst things? I noticed because there were (very unfortunately) pictures taken of me this weekend at the baby shower (more on that later), I’m sitting big. I mean, it’s been months since I could cross my legs (putting on socks and shoes is a MAJOR production) but now I can’t even daintily sit with my ankles together. I sit like a linebacker. And since my physique pretty much is that of a large football player, the overall effect is very unsettling. And, while I’ve given up on a defined chin a long time ago, I think I’m getting what Jessica termed “pregnancy nose.” What was a fairly proportionate nose previously seems to be warping and widening. I’m starting to look like a 5-year-old’s artistic interpretation of myself. Sigh.
So we had a baby shower on Saturday. I hope folks had a good time. I don’t really know because I spent the vast majority of the event opening gifts. Nothing makes me quite so uncomfortable in life. I don’t mind it so much with my family at Christmas (after all, I’ve done that 25 times) but opening in front of friends has always been upsetting. Even as a kid, I didn’t like doing it at birthday parties. Weird, I know. But I was very happy that, for the most part, the guests were perfectly content to visit with each other and only check in periodically. Sweet.
So there were many, many presents and they were wonderful and fun and cute as a button. (when matt was helping me unload the car, he admitted he was getting “excited in a girly way” seeing all the things for our little bundle o’ joy). It is pretty great. But, not unlike the wedding, we’re having another case of we have a lot of awesome things and about no money. Like my kitchen, it’s pretty pimped out from the wedding, really nice pots and pans and appliances but we, essentially, live below the poverty line. Likewise, we’ll have a little darling dressed to the nines being carried around by two parents with ash smudges on their face and tattered rags on their backs. (slight exaggeration, but only slight).
In other news, I’ve been listening to abba a lot lately. It primarily happened because I very upsettingly realized that I didn’t know the verses to that song of songs Fernando. So I listened to it about 14 times in a row. I think I’ve got it. And, I’ll be honest, the thought has crossed my mind that my baby might pop from the womb in a white jumpsuit singing Take a Chance on Me or Waterloo, and that would be totally acceptable to me.
Anyways, I think that’s about all I’ll say to you folks today. Baby stepping back into blogging, you know.
Thanks tash, for pointing me towards this video. As always, he makes an excellent and erudite point. I would quote him vertabim.
I say popular demand. I lie. I had one individual reader (new reader! Hey friend!) tell me they missed reading the blog and I felt bad. But, if I’m honest, I was feeling kinda bad anyways. Casual readers might have thought that I had gone ahead and had that baby. Alas, no. I’m larger and getting larger and the baby is stationed firmly in utero. As she should be. I’m whining like a champ. My feet are still meatloaf-y. Everything is mostly status quo.
The initial reason for the drop off was a slightly traumatizing event in the life of matt and i. Nothing hugely serious, but kinda disheartening, so I was feeling low for awhile and used it as an excuse to not write a blog. Then, the fact that I hadn’t written one in awhile became a good enough reason not to write. “oh, it’s been two weeks; why not make it three?” But I’m back now. And I will try to be faithful.
That said, I have a few early morning activities for the next few days, so I may immediately fall back into negligence. It happens.
So, as I stated, I’m large. My belly button is getting very close to the turkey timer pop. It’s not there yet, but it’s very shallow, very nearly flush with the rest of my swollen abdomen. I think my pregnant lady waddle is becoming ever more pronounced. I’m pretty much wearing exclusively my sneakers so loose I can barely tie the laces. Oh, and one of the worst things? I noticed because there were (very unfortunately) pictures taken of me this weekend at the baby shower (more on that later), I’m sitting big. I mean, it’s been months since I could cross my legs (putting on socks and shoes is a MAJOR production) but now I can’t even daintily sit with my ankles together. I sit like a linebacker. And since my physique pretty much is that of a large football player, the overall effect is very unsettling. And, while I’ve given up on a defined chin a long time ago, I think I’m getting what Jessica termed “pregnancy nose.” What was a fairly proportionate nose previously seems to be warping and widening. I’m starting to look like a 5-year-old’s artistic interpretation of myself. Sigh.
So we had a baby shower on Saturday. I hope folks had a good time. I don’t really know because I spent the vast majority of the event opening gifts. Nothing makes me quite so uncomfortable in life. I don’t mind it so much with my family at Christmas (after all, I’ve done that 25 times) but opening in front of friends has always been upsetting. Even as a kid, I didn’t like doing it at birthday parties. Weird, I know. But I was very happy that, for the most part, the guests were perfectly content to visit with each other and only check in periodically. Sweet.
So there were many, many presents and they were wonderful and fun and cute as a button. (when matt was helping me unload the car, he admitted he was getting “excited in a girly way” seeing all the things for our little bundle o’ joy). It is pretty great. But, not unlike the wedding, we’re having another case of we have a lot of awesome things and about no money. Like my kitchen, it’s pretty pimped out from the wedding, really nice pots and pans and appliances but we, essentially, live below the poverty line. Likewise, we’ll have a little darling dressed to the nines being carried around by two parents with ash smudges on their face and tattered rags on their backs. (slight exaggeration, but only slight).
In other news, I’ve been listening to abba a lot lately. It primarily happened because I very upsettingly realized that I didn’t know the verses to that song of songs Fernando. So I listened to it about 14 times in a row. I think I’ve got it. And, I’ll be honest, the thought has crossed my mind that my baby might pop from the womb in a white jumpsuit singing Take a Chance on Me or Waterloo, and that would be totally acceptable to me.
Anyways, I think that’s about all I’ll say to you folks today. Baby stepping back into blogging, you know.
Thanks tash, for pointing me towards this video. As always, he makes an excellent and erudite point. I would quote him vertabim.
