August 11, 2008
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Random Thoughts: Baby Edition
Sometimes I think I'm having this totally textbook pregnancy. For example, the books say, "you'll start showing right around your 15th week" and literally the morning I woke up on my 15th week I had this baby bump and my normal pants refused to cooperate but zipping up like they used to. Then this week (my 18th week) the books say "you may feel out of breath if you lay on your back" and as I was watching tv this evening on the couch, I came to a sudden realization that I couldn't breathe very well. Then I sat up a little and was fine. See what I mean? Textbook. Or it's psychosomatic. Whatever.
Today I went to Safeway to gather items for dinner and as I pulled into the parking space, the dude next to my passenger side decided to open is door as wide as possible. You guessed it, I totally grazed his door with my bumper. He looked PISSED. So I got out of the car and puffed my belly out as much as I could and walked over to him with all the innocence of a pregnant woman could and say, "Did I hit you?" and he literally did a double take at me because I think I swelled up my belly to such outrageous proportions he must have thought I was ready to give birth right there in the parking lot. Then he said, "Oh, I'm fine, are YOU ok??" I almost laughed out loud as I knew I HAD him. I took a look at my bumper and sure enough there was a 5x7 graze of white paint on my bumper on it. Then I said, "it's just paint, I'm really sorry." And he totally let it go. It gets better, when I got out of the store I went straight home to confess everything to Tommy knowing that he would be upset about another nick in the Lexus. So I told him and after his initial concern for me (I've got this whole preggo sympathy thing down to a "T") he went to look at the damage and saw...nothing. No paint, not scratch and certainly no dent. After a few puzzling moments I figured out that not only did the guy let me totally off the hook for HITTING his car while he tried to get out of it, he actually CLEANED my car of his door paint after I went into the grocery store. And they say chivalry is dead, I am quick to disagree!
This weekend I had the worst sciatica back pain since the Arizona Missions trip. I was barely able to walk or sit up comfortably. Apparently, my growing uterus has decided to push on some nerves in the back of my pelvis and it was not a good feeling. Then after my afternoon nap today...*poof!* it was gone! The doctor said that my sciatica would return with a vengeance and warned me that it could come and go as it saw fit. Something tells me this baby's gonna be a handful.
There is something extremely humbling about the sudden inability to paint one's own toenails.
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Just FYI, in case you had entertained the thought of using your superpowers on me, I am impregnable (get it?) to the wiles of pregnant women. Although I am a little curious to see the extent of your new found abilities. Have you tried weaseling out of a speeding ticket yet? Ask Tommy to carry you from bed to car? Have random strangers put their heads to your belly and speak to your baby? You should at least get a BOGO to whatever restaurant you go to. (What? This isn't the right restaurant for my coupon? Wait, is that my water breaking?)
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