New Kid Status
I had my 36 Week OB appointment on Friday - I'm 2 cm dilated, 0% effaced. NewKid is definitely in the launch position, head down, so that is awesome, but nothing else is really going on. I am definitely in some varying degrees of pain, which is WAY earlier than with Arun, so I am suspicious as to whether this kid might show her face earlier than expected. The one saving grace is that except for stumbling to the bathroom all night long, I am able to sleep like a rock at night. Also, I've only gained 16 lbs thus far, so Whole Foods cinnamon rolls?? BRING. IT. ON.
I haven't pimped my BoobLog lately - yes, my breasts still reign supreme, they just aren't up to much yet. I posted there today about X for Father's Day. As a special bonus, he granted me a One Day Only, Get Out of Jail Free card to use his Real Life name. I've had a few folks ask why I call him "X". It actually started out as Mr. X and was a play on those Victorian novels where the author wouldn't use real names and instead, referred to people as Mr. and Mrs. X (Anna Sewell's Black Beauty comes to mind). That always mystified me and I thought it was silly. After awhile, I got too damned lazy to type "Mr." and just started calling him X. A few of my Real Life friends actually refer to him as X all the time now. Anyway, these past few months have been stressful - the Big Idea has been a lot of work for both of us and this pregnancy has been harder than with Arun. I just wanted to remind X that I DO appreciate him and that post is dedicated to him. Life is so fucking difficult and scary, it's nice to know I picked the right guy to face it with.
Partners in Crime
Okay, as much as I adore X, the one thing we agree on is that we don't work well together. I have a deadline this week to get something done for the Big Idea and I dread it. I know that whatever I submit will get nitpicked, I will get mad and we will bicker. Are we the only couple that can't work well together??
It still cracks me up that Arun is a total fish when it comes to pools, but not so much with the baths. We did give him a shower yesterday and he handled that a tad better. I have to say, I've really enjoyed swimming. My pregnant joints relishes the water and being weightless. Joy! I actually forget I'm pregnant until I bend a certain way and realize "Oh CRAP. Shouldn't have done that." Also, it is sweet that I can hold Arun for so long with little effort. I really, really miss holding him so close and carrying him like that. The one thing I hate about swimming is actually not about the whole "body image in a swimsuit" issue. I think cellulite is a Human Condition, so folks who mock it can kiss my Cottage Cheesed Ass. No, what I despise most about swimming is the MUCH required mowing down of acres upon acres of pelt on my legs, only to discover a 9 o'clock shadow shortly thereafter. ACK.
As much as I've been craving cinnamon rolls and Coca-Cola, I've also been craving weird shit like cantaloupe and tomatoes. Lately, Arun and I have been mawing down a cantaloupe per day between the two of us (in the grocery store, he tries to bite into the damned thing). Furthermore, rumor has it that last week I spent $5/lb for some heirloom tomatoes and ate them immediately upon arriving at home - - liberally sprinkled with salt and pepper, of course. However, that rumor has not been confirmed and all receipts have been destroyed. Any applicable witnesses aren't able to form complete, grammatically-correct sentences regarding the matter and should not, I repeat, should NOT be considered reliable. ahem