The Aftermath
Last weekend, we held our annual winter poker tournament. As usual, many people show up for a few days of drunken revelry and cards. It was a little weird this time, being pregnant and all. To be honest, it kinda sucked not being able to drink. Miss the golden frothy brew that is beer. Oh well, a small sacrifice to make. It was interesting to see the weekend with sober eyes. Witness the accidents involving the Wii; intimate relations with a card table; drunken arguments over religion, literature, politics, and etc...What people don't see who attend is interesting state the house is left once everyone leaves. I'm not complaining. Actually, at times it's pretty funny what we find...well after a little while it becomes funny. Over the years, we've encountered a beer cans full of chew spit, crunchy spot on the XBOX room floor (and no one played the XBOX that night), cracked window, and one year we even found a chunk of poo next to the toilet. This year as we started our usual cleaning routine, I took one look at the half bath and was perplexed at what I saw on the wall. It was some type of chunky liquid that was about 6 feet up and dribble down to the floor. No clue if it was a drink, vomit, or worse diarrhea. All one can do is break out the cleaner with bleach. Whatever it was, I don't want to know.
No Sleep for the Wicked
Ah, another side effect of pregnancy...no sleep. Since about week 10 I have struggled to sleep through the night. I cannot get comfortable for the life of me. With my ever expanding gut and the accompanying sounds and cramps, makes it difficult to settle in a position. Coupled with the fact that it is encouraged that you sleep on your left side for good blood flow to the fetus, my hips are giving me issues as well. Apparently, there are gimmicky products out there such as the "pregnancy pillow", as well as recommended pillow positioning. However, with the photos I have seen on the positioning, the woman is on a huge pile of pillows, essentially leaving no room for the husband or significant other. Another recommendation I have seen include sleeping in a recliner. The prospect of sleeping on a cold, leather recliner does not scream of comfort, no matter how much I like it.I guess this lack of sleep is preparation for when the lil booger makes his/her appearance this summer.
Phat and pregnant
Well if you haven't heard the news or don't read my husband's blog, I'm preg-o. Whomever said that being pregnant is the best experience should be shot. Even though I'm into my second trimester, I am still enduring nausea, migraines, fatigue (a smidge of my energy is back, but not much), and the oh so lovely gag reflex when I brush my teeth. Get to see my breakfast every morning. Woohoo, is that banana... I'm painting a very lovely picture of pregnancy, aren't I? My flat stomach is now a distant memory. Baby got back, but I had a flat stomach, alas it is now gone. I feel like when I walk into the bathroom, I am reenacting a pregnant version of the intro to "Alfred Hitchcock Presents.." When he would walk on-screen, you would see his gut first... I now just chaulk it up to a means to an end. This is something we have been wanting for a while, so if I have to endure this misery, I will. However, I am taking everyone else with me... Gotta spread the love.
