Timeline: Week 20
Bump: Undeniable
Giggle Activity:
A regular shadow boxing regimen against my kidneys in the morning followed by a nap and then tumbling and Aikido somersaults and throws in the evening.
Cravings:
This Fruit.
Scenario at the Grocery store
Me: Ooooh Korean Pears!
Hubbycakes: What? You mean these Asian Pears?
Honarable Father-In-Law: I never heard anyone call them Korean Pears.
Me: No, they’re Korean Pears.
Hubbycakes: Seriously,who calls them Korean Pears?
Me: Lots of people!! Really!!
Hubbycakes: Who?
Me: Korean People!
H.F.I.L: PUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
Digestion:
Thankfully there’s no more nausea and few reasons to feel socially tethered to a toilet. Hopefully gone are the days when I wind up having to yack in an empty coffee cup in the car because we can’t pull over in time. (Those 20 ounce empty cups never seemed so handy before.)
I’ve come to conclude that my stomach has no tolerance for dairy in the morning but can handle a little cheese in the evening. Chili-Mac anyone?
My appetite has generally returned though it still is hard to eat a complete portion when it feels like you have an encyclopedia volume sitting on your belly. I think I went from one of those thin addendum volumes from the Encyclopedia Britanica to something like the “D” volume.
When it comes to pregnant ladies and pooping. Oh, well, this is a Pregnant Lady TMI moment, right?
I’ve turned into a dude.
I come back from the bathroom and I look at Hubbycakes and extend a measurement out with my hands out from each other as if I’m a Uper Fisherman describing a particularly notable January catch of rainbow trout. He tolerates this, cocks an eyebrow and says “Nice.”
Playtime:
- Honestly, I can’t even figure out how to do this comfortably anymore.
Sleep:
- Hubbycakes got me a body pillow which has made it significantely easier for me to sleep on my sides. After the 2nd day of rigorous testing, he finally let me use it.
- After a completely flipped diurnal sleep schedule of staying up until 5 in the morning, sleeping until 2 in the afternoon, I experienced a week or two of PLN aka Pregnant Lady Narcolepsy which meant I’d sit down for a moment to read or watch TV and find myself waking up from a 4 hour nap later with drymouth and a bit of embarrassment for having possibly made HFIL feel awkward while watching episodes of 24. Now I’m sleeping semi normally. If by semi-normally you mean falling asleep soundly at 10:30 and waking up at 5:30 with nothing to do but feel awkard that I can’t wake up Hubbycakes for a few more hours and Giggle isn’t even awake and kicking yet to amuse me.
- Per the Haiku I wrote this morning
Slow Economy
Means I’m even Banking sleep
Four Months in Advance
Miscellaneous:
- I am greatful for reconnecting with old friends. Especially old friends who have given me Hand-Me-Down maternity clothes. WIN.
- I feel a little sad that I can feel Giggle’s activities and Hubbycakes can’t just yet. But man, when the kid is hanging by his toes from my ribs, that’s a doozy.
Mood/Psychology:
- Ok, I concede I’ve had a couple of completely irrational mood swing outbursts over the last few weeks. Mostly directed at poor Hubbycakes who hasn’t deserved them at all. AT ALL. For example, at one point I was FURIOUS at him for not giving me a piece of pie at 1AM when I WANTED IT. And at my next potty visit, I had a flash contemplation of swishing his toothbrush in the toilet. The first thought that stopped me was not that I loved my husband, that I was being irrational, that the action was juvenile, or that it was inapprioriate. No. The very first thought that crossed my mind that stopped me from doing the heinous deed was the knolwege that I would probably kiss him later and I didn’t want to kiss poo mouth. So Ok. That was a little pregnant lady crazy.
Overall Grade: A
If you wanna contribute to my baby’s diaper fund, feel free.