me, pregnant
Well I am certainly pregnant.
- Hubby and I watched the movie, Juno, this weekend, and at the end when they show her in labor, I just started bawling. No idea why. (Besides the obvious combination of sympathy and personal dread at going through the same thing.) I had to leave the room, I was so embarrassed. I also started crying recently while listening to the George Strait song, I Saw God Today. And then today, I watched the movie, The Rookie, with my 5-year-old sports fanatic son, and when “Jimmy” got called up to the big league, I couldn’t keep the tears back once again. Really, I’m only like this when I’m pregnant.
- I have gained 21 pounds so far this year. My husband has lost the exact same amount! He has done it by eating less and better. We’ve flip-flopped eating behaviours; he sips on green tea at work and goes to bed slightly hungry, while I’m the one buying ice cream and hiding candy all over the house. I have been craving crepes lately, rolled up with cream cheese inside. (The kids think these are great treats!) We eat them when dad’s not home.
- I flip through the book, What to Expect, occasionally during each pregnancy. There’s a page in there that warns pregnant women to be careful, as the change in our center-of-balance can make us, well, clumsy. Hogwash, I always think when I read that. Until today, when for no apparent reason at all, I fell flat on my face walking out my front door, down 2 cement steps. Mostly hurt my pride, but my shins are covered with lovely scrapes and bruises, and I cut open the hand that was carrying a DVD in a plastic case, which cracked open. I am officially, but temporarily, a clutz.
12 weeks to go. Sigh…
