This Week's Crisis

Have I ever been so neurotic in all my life? Dubious.

This week's crisis stems from my super fabulous bachelorette getaway weekend in Phoenix. (No, I'm not the bachelorette. I'm still a traditional girl and I think it's nice to be married and THEN have the kids.) But my homie Chrissy is getting hitched so in a backwards-ass bachelorette party, she treated her three friends (I know, right?) to this spectacular getaway at this spa resort in Phoenix. One of our party, Joyce, is a doctor. She made some remark that I shouldn't be sleeping on my back because it'll be pressing down on important arteries. Meanwhile, I was thinking I was super great because I had weened myself off of sleeping on my stomach. Furthermore, of course I take this piece of advice to DOOM and GLOOM proportions, thinking I am killing myself and my child.

So now I've spent this week trying to train myself to sleep on my side. My LEFT side, because that's the best way for the baby to get blood and nutrients and all the life he sucks out of me. (Does this mean that I have been eating spinach in vain???) Holy shit, sleeping on your side is the most goddamn uncomfortable thing I have had to contend with throughout this whole pregnancy so far. It has made sleep this week a nightmare. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. If I can't sleep on my back, or my stomach, can I sleep sitting up? I think that would be way more comfortable than my side.

I know, I'm such a baby. I'll keep trying...

Sail Away, Sail Away, Sail Away

So after much dragging of the feet and indecision, I finally booked our 5th Anniversary getaway. Earlier this year, we had big plans to maybe hit up Rome but then I took on all this summer work and by the time my schedule clears, I won't be able to travel anymore, lest I give birth on a transatlantic flight or something.

The magical destination: A 4 Night Cruise to Baja. I know, I know, doesn't sound all that exotic given the last three major vacations I've taken have included Europe and Asia (twice). Truth of the matter is I've never been south of Ensenada. This thing will at least take us down to Cabo. The point of this trip is to squeeze in some last moments of peace and love before the little dude comes and turns our world upside down. Life has been pretty crazy for us this year, and this upcoming summer is no exception. I literally have one free weekend until late August.

With two weddings, a quinceanera, and a baptism (all events in which John and I are major players) and a bunch of showers, this will be a welcome break. I kind of miss not having anything to do. Guess I won't be feeling like that for another twenty or so years.

Status Report

So now that I've started to develop a relationship with Little Two, here's what's happening. I've started reading to him. His first bedtime story book is The Outsiders, which happens to be his father's favorite. I've seen the movie but had never read the book so it's new to me too. Pretty good read.

He's kicking a whole lot. He used to only kick in the early morning and late at night. Now he's kicking in the afternoon too. He was kicking hard today and got in a couple of punches as well. I think I will get him into karate classes as soon as he's eligible.

I've also started daydreaming about what the kid might be when he grows up. Today, I thought about him being a motorcross racer - which is out of left field because motorcross is something I don't know much about or even care about. Maybe he'll be an illustrator. If he decides to become an actor, I'm cutting him out of the will.

Today I was also hoping my kid isn't that one kid that all the other parents want to keep their kids away from. Like he's a real jerk or something. I will only have myself to blame. I also hope he's not a dork. I already have too many expectations for him which will undoubtedly give him some kind of complex. My poor little boy.

Houston, we have a problem

So I was all stuck up about this pregnancy, thinking, "Man, I look great. I feel great. I'm not eating THAT much more. This is going to be a breeze."

Like most things associated with this whole breeding thing, I suspect I am underestimating a lot here. Especially the eating part. Because I just went to Wal-Mart (by myself, at night) and stocked up on corn dogs, ice cream, canned peaches, and apple sauce. And that;s just for today and maybe tomorrow. I will probably finish the pint, if not 3/4 of the pint, tonight. In my non-breeding days, I could maybe eat five or so spoonfuls before I was tapped out - not because of guilt but because it just made me full. Now, oy vey, I'm thinking I shouldn't have picked up the pint. I should have gone for the whole gallon.

This is what I ate today (so far) in chronological order:
Bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats
Torpedo
Chocolate Cherry Cheesecake
Pasta Salad
Tostitos Scoops (13 of them or one serving) with that Tostitos cheese dip
Strawberry ice cream

I sort of disgust myself.