Just awhile ago I created a whining post about my pregnancy discomfort. I then went to read a few blogs. Isn\’t it funny how Tish wrote about pregnancy. I needed a refreshisng perspective to help me work through these next several weeks! Lovely post Tish!
Daily Archive for January 31st, 2005
The recipe for Mississippi Mud Cake said to brown the marshmallows, not set them on fire. Oops. I smelled something burning - the marshmallows! I ripped open the oven to find my 9×13 pan covered in flames! Being the \”bright\” and \”calm in disaster\” type of person that I am, I blow the flames. Yeah, bright as a house engulfed inflames!
I yelled for my husband. I did manage to turn off the broiler. He had me get flour and threw a large scooper-full onto the raging inferno within my oven. It reduced the flames quite a bit. He then asked me to get the squirt bottle. In all my pregnant glory, I sprinted to retireve the squirt bottle. In the chaos, a kitchen towel had been thrown on the floor. In my athletic moment of truth, I stepped on it, and it caused my foot to slip from beneath me. In a not-so-graceful manner I hit the floor, in all my pregnant glory. I laid stunned while my husband got the squirt bottle.
By this time, the fire was out, and Paul was able to help me from the floor. The Mississippi Mud cake was ruined, but the dump cake (situated below the other) survived. The 6 teens that arrived 15 minutes later were able to enjoy some homemade dump cake and Oreos.
I called the doctor on-call about my fall. Apparently these little dumplings within are pretty well insulated. She had me sit, do a kick count, and be attentive to contractions. Baby is moving, hiccuping, and contractions have been limited to the normal, random Braxton-Hicks-type kind. I am relieved. Our house did not burn down and baby is just fine. Whew, what a night…
I have approximately 6 weeks to go. I feel MIS ER A BLE! Oh my goodness. I had a hunch the last trimester would be uncomfortable (the third time around), but I wasn\’t prepared for this.
My stomach feels as huge as the day I delivered the first two, but I still have 6 weeks. I walk slower than a turtle, but in the manner of a duck. The biggest issue is my back. I have the most uncomfortable pain, that is aggitated by activity, like getting off the couch! I can hardly lay down, so I mostly sleep on the couch - which I modify to be a large recliner! I must nap every afternoon, or I pay for it in the evening, then even if I do… the evenings are still hard to get through. At this point, I feel it will be easier to care for a newborn than live in my body!
I still get the special perk of feeling my precious little one hiccup and work at dislodgeing my ribs:) I am comforted that the weeks are passing. I am encouraged and can carry on because my husband is so helpful and supportive. Though he doesn\’t have to \”carry\” the baby, he is definitely carrying quite a bit on my behalf. I simply cannot physically take on many of the simplest things. I am so thankful for my dear husband, for his effort to understand and his precious attitude while taking on a lot more.
I still feel terrible. I want to sleep in my bed so bad. I want to feel energetic and mobile. Ahh, that time will come, until then, I\’ll just take advantage of having a guilt-free reason to NOT be busy - and breathe through the pain:)
is a waste of my time. Bring on dark chocolate, bring on semi-sweet, but milk chocolate only wastes my calorie alotment.
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