If you write it, it will happen...
Stretch marks are like a disease. I complained last week that they were everywhere BUT on my belly. Well, guess what? They've spread... They have crept up the underside of my belly and are starting to make it look like I'm a cracked egg. The horror. My hopes and dreams of one day becoming a swimsuit model are shot. What? Stop laughing. Maybe I really did want to do that one day....
Another very icky, undesirable, symptom of pregnancy occurred this week. Skip to the next paragraph if you are at all queasy. I was sleeping peacefully (well, not really peacefully what with the hip and back pain, but I was somewhat asleep...), when I guess I burped. I only know that I did this because the burp was followed by a mouthful of puke, which went UP MY NOSE and woke me up. Quite possibly the most disgusting way to wake up, EVER. It burned. A lot. I gagged. A lot. Heartburn at its finest.
Dizzy spells have also been knocking on my door with fair regularity this week. I think I'm probably not drinking enough water, but if I drink more water, I have to go to the bathroom more, and I can't leave my students alone... It's a bit of a conundrum. It has made for a very long week at school. Especially when I have to pick my students up from gym class at the other end of the school, and I'm supposed to model for them how to walk in a straight line back to class. Yeah, try doing that while your head is spinning...
I now have a week off to recuperate and rest from my little demons, um, I mean sweethearts, at my school. It is Spring Break next week, yet there is a Winter Storm Watch in effect. Go figure. It also isn't really much of a break for me. I work at my crummy desk job from today until next Friday. But then I'm done! Well, my crummy desk job anyway. And then I'm poor and waiting for a different government department to hand me money...
Next week the hubby and I will be starting our birthing class. I'm excited for it, but I'm not sure that he is. I am wanting a holistic birth as much as possible (as in no medicinal intervention what-so-ever), so I signed us up for the "Birthing From Within" approach to labour and delivery. There is rumour that we will be asked to draw/sketch/paint some form of birth art, which has my hubby a bit weirded out. Oh well. It will be good for him! The whole birth process will be something extremely different for both of us, so we might as well get used to it now! There will be five other couples in the class, and our doula will be attending as well.
Two of my friends who were expecting babies a few weeks before me have already delivered! Not a good trend! With my one friend it was to be expected because she was carrying twins. However, my other friend delivered FIVE WEEKS early. In other words, where I'm at right now! She told me to pack a bag today. In all honesty, I've been trying to, but I only have two pairs of sweats that fit, no Pj's that fit, and a fairly limited supply of underwear that still fit. How do I put clothes away for five weeks when I need them? Hubby dear, looks like I need to go shopping! (tee hee)
And as I type, guess who has the hiccups, yet again? (I wonder if she'll be cursed with them everyday after she's born?)
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