Things I love
- Affy Tapples ('nuff said)
- My kid (who was sleeping in bed with me, work up for 3 seconds to say, "I love you and need to give you hugs and kisses." And then, to prove it, promptly fell back asleep for, like, 11 more hours.)
- 75% off yellow tags at the Goodwill. I got some awesome stuff. Brand new stuff from Target, used stuff, snow pants.
- My kid who hung out in bed for an hour today playing some elaborate game with pillows while I took a nap 3 inches away. He was very quiet. He may have slept. I have no idea. I was comatose.
- A clean car
- Ultrasounds that show a 5 lb 2 ounce to 5 lb 14 ounce fetus wiggling about all breech in position and cute as a button. And a 3.4 cm cervix that has plenty of length left depsite the fact that I contract (a lot).
- Chuckles's new, big boy hair cut. Same cut he's had before, just done. And he's so dang cute. Really. I'm not just saying that because I'm his mom.
Things I do not love
- My husband is on the midnight shift. I do not like solo parenting. Am so tired.
- Industrial accidents that (slightly) injure my husband. I am really glad that the thing that hit him got him on the arm and not somewhere important (like his head).
- Traffic on a Saturday afternoon. It just goes against the code of What Is True, Just, and Right in This World.
- A car that, even after I washed it, is still dirty (that shows just how dirty the car was when I started).
- People who keep saying how big I am. Yes, yes, I know. I am enormous. I get it. And people who keep mentioning how uncomfortable I look. Ok, here's the thing...there's not much I can do about it, ok?
- Ultrasound techs who don't show me the screen. I had to crane my neck and all just to see what I saw.
- Contractions. I was driving home in the aforementioned Traffic (with sleeping Chuckles in the back seat) and I got a contraction that lasted from the Circle Interchange to 115th St. There was nothing I could do about it. It's not like I was going to stop on the South Side of Chicago, and it's not like I could move or walk it off, so I just sat there praying I wouldn't pee myself. Good times. Good times. I guess I have officially given up driving long distances through sketchy neighborhoods by myself.
Don't you hate that? It's as if your pregnancy gives others the right to be assholes to you. If you had suddenly gained 40 pound that WEREN'T related to a pregnancy, would it be all right to comment on your hugeness?? But somehow pregnancy makes it ok...
ReplyDeleteUgh. My biggest pet peeve.
You look terrific, by the way...love that picture - you're all baby...