girlfiend

In pregnancy/baby news:

After reading Pigs’ complaints about pregnancy this morning I feel like I should come clean and admit that since my last pregnancy related post I’ve gained a good 7 pounds and several inches. After measuring my belly at my last appointment my doctor said, “You’ve really gotten big, have you noticed?” Um. Yes. I am suddenly huge.

I guess I spoke too soon since my fingers have swelled out of my rings and I’ve purposely avoided looking at my feet for fear that they are next. I’ve grown out of two maternity swimsuits and waddle into water aerobics with my tankini bottom rolled down and my belly poking out of the teeny-tiny top that once came to the tops of my thighs. My belly has also busted out of most of my shirts. I look super hot with my maternity underwear hanging out of the tops of my too small sweatpants. I think I scare the little girls on the swim team who see me change into my bathing suit in the gym locker room.

My eating habits are atrocious. For lunch yesterday I ate potato chips, applesauce and chocolate covered pretzels. Most days this week I’ve eaten a tofu dog with American cheese and ketchup around 3 pm. I figure I need the protein and since it only takes 30 seconds to microwave I don’t mind taking the time to eat “healthy.” In a moment of weakness I busted open the Fiendling’s bag of Easter candy last night and ate close to a dozen mini Twix bars.

The good news:

I’m still sleeping. After a rough patch where I was up half a dozen times a night I’m sleeping through again mostly, only getting up to pee once or twice. The nights the Fiendling also sleeps through the night rule.

Contractions have slowed down. I’m still uncomfortable, but at least I’m not contracting several times an hour.

We’ve actually started preparing for this child. While the Fiendling naps I’ve been priming and painting one of the rooms upstairs. Today I’ll have to forgo painting as we’re out of rollers and the house desperately needs to be vacuumed, but the one room should be done by Sunday and we’ll be able to start on the other room next week. We’re still not sure who’s going where- if we’ll move the Fiendling upstairs or if the baby will go upstairs, but we hopefully have time to figure that out. I was reticent to move the Fiendling. He’s such a shitty sleeper I’m afraid to disrupt his already tenuous sleep patterns. But then again he’s such a shitty sleeper that it doesn’t really matter if he’s upstairs or downstairs. He’ll still take two hours to go to sleep and wake up randomly throughout the night demanding to be carried. Maybe he’ll sleep better up there because it’s slightly quieter. The next question is which room to use for a child and which room to use as a guest room. I feel like if we’re going to move the Fiendling we should just move his stuff in there before we show to him so it looks exciting, shiny and new.

The bad news:

Boyfiend still can’t really see out of his injured eye

We still don’t have a car and car shopping sucks. We are the lamest, most sensible people in the world and have spreadsheets comparing Kelley Blue Book values to Edmonds values, retail pricing, private party pricing and trade in pricing. I spend way too much time at fueleconomy.gov and even though we don’t believe in buying depreciable assets (like new cars) we’ve discussed buying a Prius because we’re nasty little do-gooders and do more city-type stop and go driving than highway driving.

I’m driving my in-law’s Kia. I hate it. The brakes squeal and the back windshield is way too small so visibility sucks. It’s awkward to drive and especially uncomfortable for a very pregnant woman. I am grateful to have a car to drive for the time being since the Fiendling still only naps in the car, but I really miss my ugly little teal Corolla. (We are considering buying ANOTHER Corolla. Because I need a third one. One from this decade so I have three decades of Corolla ownership under my belt. And besides, nothing says lame and sensible like a super fuel-efficient Corolla)

My house is really, really dirty and I just don’t feel like cleaning it.

I have to cancel my haircut this week because I can’t justify spending $50 on a haircut when we have to buy a fucking car.

The DVD remote broke rendering our DVD player almost useless since it won’t work with any universal remotes and we can’t access any menu functions on DVDs. Unfortunately we can still watch Thomas movies 7000 times in a row.

My neighbor, thinking he was being nice, gave the Fiendling a Thomas “yearbook” which is essentially a catalog of all of the different trains and accessories available for purchase. This yearbook has become the Fiendling’s favorite book which we must “read” to him several times a day. It takes close to half an hour to get through the fucking thing and that’s if I manage to skip pages without him noticing. Bedtime is even more unbearable than usual.