There are eight more sleeps until ultrasound. Please let there be a healthy baby. Please.
I kept myself sufficiently busy this weekend and did not pee on anything. To keep myself from peeing on things I drank ALL THE WATER so that my pee would be WAY too diluted to yield an accurate test result. ALL THE WATER helped me to poop a little, which was grand. It also made me get up three times a night to pee. The upstairs flusher is getting a workout.
Friday night the Professor and I went out for a quick and easy dinner where I gleefully paid someone to serve me a bowl of beans and eggplant. I was in bed by 7:45 p.m.
I spent Saturday baking vegan/gluten-free pumpkin muffins that were shockingly good and painting my sewing room. The Professor bought me some new, highly attractive respirator cartridges so I could paint without inhaling any fumes. This sucker is amazing. Not only could I not smell any paint, I could not smell my muffins nor could I smell the cat boxes in the basement. When the super crazy pregnant lady nose kicks in this might become my new best friend. Do you think I could get away with wearing it in public? 🙂 🙂 🙂
Saturday night I was exhausted so we went to my favorite vegetarian restaurant where I sucked down a huge cabbage salad and a huge bowl of vegan chili. I think I have had vegan chili for at least one meal a day for the past 7 days straight. I want to eat all the beans. We tried to watch a movie on Netflix but by 8:30 I could not keep my eyes open and went to bed.
Sunday I woke up wanting chili for breakfast. I decided that “could” be overkill and instead had eggs and muffins. The eggs tasted like vomit but I ate them anyways.
Then I surveyed my paint job and realized that some of the previous reddish pink was still bleeding through the two coats of tinted Kilz primer and the one coat of “premium” paint. Damn. So I hauled out my painting supplies again and put another coat on the walls. I’m pleased to say that after four grueling coats the walls are finally covered and the room is a wonderful soft gray color. I love it and will post photos next week once we get my new shelf to organize all my fabric.
After paint came yoga, then grocery shopping, then home for vegan chili lunch and working on the Tomorrow’s Children website, then a Tomorrow’s Children board meeting in Frankfort, then home again to make dinner (more beans! THIS PREGNANT LADY LOVES ALL THE BEANS!). Then I had some vegan ice cream and passed out around 8:45 p.m.
This week I’m planning much of the same. I have a list of work projects to tackle at the office. Tonight I have my mindfulness group. Tomorrow morning I’m returning to spin class at 6:30 a.m. and then in the evening will start sewing my chair covers. Wednesday I’m doing dinner with a girlfriend, Thursday morning more spinning and evening sewing, Friday I’m cat sitting and seeing a friend’s band play, Saturday is more cat sitting and a trial run of Thanksgiving Dinner, Sunday is more yoga, grocery shopping and sewing and then an evening date to see David Sedaris live. Then Monday rolls back around and I’ll be down to just one more sleep until ultrasound.
The up side to all of this – I’m getting a lot of stuff done! The downside? The house looks like a bomb went off in it thanks to all the painting. At some point this week I should find time to pick up my mess. But what’s the fun in that?
Ok, let’s symptom spot, shall we?
- Exhaustion. By the end of the day I’m totally beat and in bed no later than 9 p.m., often more around 8/8:30. Unheard of for me.
- I’m full of energy in the morning and early afternoon.
- I want to eat all the beans. Preferably spicy beans with tomatoes.
- I’m more in love with toast than ever before.
- Bloated to the max. Not flattering. Possibly due to all the beans. Possibly due to baby? You decide.
- Crazy mood swings. I’m all happy happy happy and then suddenly I HATE EVERYONE. It’s scary. I pity the Professor.
- Can I list bloated again? Because I am. And I’m not a fan.
Otherwise, I have very few “traditional” pregnancy symptoms. My boobs don’t hurt. I’m not barfy. No headaches. This leads me to believe that whatever had been cooking in there might have stopped cooking. I guess we’ll all find out on November 6. Eight more sleeps. I can do this.