the hankster 2007/10/16
my midwife made me get an ultrasound b/c she wasn’t sure hank was head down. get your bet on–he is ready to go.
just kidding 2007/10/07
i guess i spoke too soon. whether in response to my smug optimism or just to the extra 25 pounds i’m carrying around, my feet have decided to go on strike. in their place, they’ve sent in two blobby masses that can’t really do anything except wince and tingle (that’s how i know they are, in fact, alive…the tingling).
i guess this is where the “pregnancy shoes” come in handy. alexis and i have been wearing them since ilsa went on maternity leave, but only for fun. i can now see where the extra thick padding will come in handy. it’s either that or nursing shoes, and i’m not ready to give my spiffy image up just yet, especially with less than a month left at work.
other things i’ve read you can do for swelled up feet– eat watermelon (yum! but is it in season? does watermelon have a season??); keep your feet elevated at work (no problem there, i’ll just prop them up on my extra desk space. oh wait, i don’t have a desk or space or extra any thing…); and…what was the 3rd one? oh, yeah!! have your partner, i mean MAKE your partner, massage them. (hmmm. i should probably take bentley to get his claws trimmed first.)
i hope for his sake and mine that watermelon is indeed in season.
boy, is henri growing 2007/10/04
ladies and gents: i have stretchmarks. should i have realized this was coming? yes. did i? no. for that reason, i am sad. what little sex appeal i had before will now be tainted by the physicality of birth. engorged boobs will come and go, but stretch marks last 4-ever.
unexpected benefit 2007/10/01
i’m sure there are a lot of bad things about not having a “partner” while being preggers (not that i can think of any…) but one thing that i think is actually good is that there’s no one around to complain to all the time. i read in my pregnancy magazine about how you shouldn’t hint around that your feet hurt and you need a massage…you should tell it like it is: “yo, partner/future babydaddy. not only are my dogs barking, they’re calling your name. get over here, pronto. and don’t forget the lotion.” (or something like that…)
honestly, my feet don’t hurt. but even if they did, i think i would probably just let it drop because bentley isn’t that great at massaging feet. (though, he does a pretty good job of kneading my big dough-like belly every now and then.) but really…i’m beginning to wonder if pregnancy complaints are 100% true, or if it’s just that mindset that this is the time in your life to have others do for you.
someone once told me i’m not good at asking for help when i need it. so, maybe this is just me being stubborn. i’m probably ignoring all my aches and pains because i don’t want to ask my imaginary best friend for a foot massage.