The Peanut Chronicles

Ok, I am done with the whole “bun in the oven” thing. Last night we ran into problems with the little guy. Mostly that for THREE HOURS he decided not to move…AT ALL. This sends bear into a tizzy and leaves me to wonder what the hell happened. Then, at 1241am, the nut decided to show mom and dad his new kickboxing moves.

Oh the humanity…

Woke up this morning in massive amounts of uncomfortable states. My knee is stiff and gave out (the LEFT knee not the RIGHT, which makes it a major shocker…) and my left hip was incredibly sore as well. I think if anyone could take a picture of my inside belly they would see it all black and blue. And the upper back is on fire.

Yeah, I am done being an incubator and yet I still have 6-8 weeks to go. Crap!!

Paws has made the leap from spending a few hours on our bed every night to almost the whole night. This is even with my tossing and turning although I do believe he got angry because at one point he waddled over to sleep on Bear’s chest. How the bear didn’t suffocate under his massive weight is beyond me. But paws purred most of the night so that is a good sign.

I gotta say something. While I am really appreciative over Jo wanting to have the baby shower at this ritzy hotel, it is really starting to make me uncomfortable especially since he won’t let ANYONE help him pay for it. This is crazy because he is a social worker and in school! This has got to set him back a lot and I don’t know if I am really THAT comfortable with spending someone else’s money like that. Hmmm…

Last night was a devastating self-esteem night. I went to the pool. I weighed myself. I’ve gained only 25 pounds. Not too bad for being almost 33 weeks preggers. I swam, did the usual shit and then went back to the locker room to change. That’s when it happened: RIPPPPP!!! My underwear ripped. It no longer fits over my large belly. Oh my god, walking out to the lobby where the bear was and saying, “We have to go to target for some stuff.” Was embarrassing!!

“For what?”

“New undies,” I whispered, “I just ripped my second pair.” (The first pair I was in denial about. You know what you can justify in your head, they were old… they were getting to the point of needing new ones…)

To Target we go and into the lingerie we stumble. I am looking for basic briefs. I have e no intentions of wearing them again. Once I get some normal semblance of a body back an d no longer feel like the Good year blimp, I will return to my usual undies. Boy helps me look. He sees the ones that I know I need but just don’t want.

“How about these?”

He holds up a package of brightly colored high waist briefs, size 9. I want to cry. Alas, the bear has found the perfect granny pants. Is this what I have been reduced to? I say, OK, and we leave the lingerie, me trying hard not to cry in shame, over the huge body, which is ridiculous because anyone who sees me knows that, I am extremely pregnant. When we get into the car, and I have been very quiet, the bear turns and looks at me and says, “you know what? I think these are kind of hot. It’s kind of like Bridget Jones baby!” I have to laugh at that because it’s an unspoken rule that I don’t mention that Bridget Jones is one of his favorite movies. Ahh, my bear…

Toady’s goals: clean the black hole, send out release forms, get some baby items, GET A HAIR CUT, maybe get my toes nails done (I can’t reach my feet), and other boring crap for a rainy day. I suppose I should work on my thesis….

2 Comments:

Suburban Turmoil said...: I used to worry that I couldn't feel the baby moving, too. He was probably sleeping. Try not to worry too much. You're in the home stretch! Congrats!; 10:59 AM
Madelyne said...: I don't know what it is but my husband thinks i look hot in my nanna undies and singlet....the less sexier I try to be the more he likes it...go figure.

If I were in the U.S I'd cut your hair for you :)

Can't wait for the baby too arrive; 4:42 PM

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