on mombiehood, and other things

most days, if I don't get to take a shower, I don't care. I may feel a little grubby, but it generally doesn't affect my mood.

today was not most days. I was beyond pissed to not have had the option to take a shower today. I was pissed mostly at my husband. why? no telling. he was out running errands on my behalf all day. and before leaving the house this morning, he folded AND PUT AWAY his own laundry. but for some reason, it was all his fault that I didn't get a shower, and I was hellbent on making him suffer the consequences.

but then I realized I'm 5 months pregnant, and perhaps not in my right mind. I took some time to sit down, and breathe... I looked through a couple of catalogs - Pottery Barn Kids can heal most wounds - and I remembered that I married a wonderful man who doesn't want to condemn me to a showerless existence. He, in fact, probably would prefer that I did shower every day. by the time dinner was over, and I actually got my moment in the shower, my rage had subsided, and I was back to being my semi-normal self.

I think, however, if I get any huger with this pregnancy - all persons in a 5-30 mile vicinity should be ware of the crazy, hormonal, possibly nude (since my maternity clothes are even getting a little snug), pregnant woman on the loose.... who knows how I'll react to not getting a shower the next time!

in other news... the pregnancy is going well, aside from my sheer girth. I am about as big now as I was at the end of my first pregnancy, and I'm only halfway done! and yeah, it's a boy and they're bigger... it's okay, you're supposed to be big when you're pregnant... oh, you aren't that big - here let me sit you at a table instead of a booth.... WHATEVER!!!

I have made friends with the notion that I am not a good pregnant person. I LOVE the result! I couldn't be more in love with my daughter, and I know I will be over the moon for my son - BUT this pregnancy business and I are not compatible. the nausea... awful! it's been way worse this round than with my daughter. presumably because I am carrying little boy so much higher, all he has to do is move a little, and he's touching my stomach, and making me run for the bathroom. And speaking of running for the bathroom... the constipation is worse than the nausea.

I am, however, happy to report that in the last week, I seem to have gotten the laxative thing down to a science, and as long as I can remember not to bend over at the waist, and not to get too ambitious with the toothbrush - I can generally keep the nausea at bay. (unless, of course my little girl has one of her notorious diapers, then all bets are off!)

today, I needed to vent. I needed to complain about being unbathed, nauseous, and constipated. it won't always be a bitchfest... but it won't always be birds singing either.

I hope you enjoy reading.

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