38 weeks
phew. time flies. my inner zygote is still snug and cozy inside, preparing for a glorious career as a sumo wrestler, apparently, which is good and fine with me.
my students are getting impatient, yelling at me for not having given birth yet, while at the same time they totally freaked out when I came in an hour late yesterday due to a routine appointment, and were apparently happy to see me still available to be their teacher.
I could already take time off if I wanted to, but I can't imagine not being at school. This is the time of the year when absolute magic starts happening and I really don't want to miss it. Though I am not coming in after the 25th. unless of course my studio kids don't get their shit together and finish their final projects before my last day.
I haven't exhibited too many "nesting" (god, I hate that word) behaviors at home, but I've been a total beast at school. I've been cleaning and organizing non stop, which is very good, but also very tiring. Today by ninth period my feet swelled up pretty bad (for the first time ever) and I was instructed by the students who noticed the swelling before I did, to sit my ass down, put my feet up and not move. I tried to protest, but they all learned the "you are not about to do what I just told you not to do and you know I am right or else" look from me, so I had no choice but to comply.
Also, my right arm has been hurting pretty bad on the inside of my elbow, and it's been hard going watermelon shopping, which is a problem because watermelons are just about the only thing I and my inner zygote have been able to eat the last two weeks or so, but Tal is taking care of that for us. I hope it's just a sprain and not some sort of a clot. If it doesn't get better, I will consult professionals.
I have always loved watermelons, but right now I am totally in love with them. I feel like they are the absolute representation of pregnancy in nature, and the aesthetic pleasure from interacting with them in various ways is incredibly intense.
Speaking of things that come from Africa, and are big and beautiful (and I speak of hippos of course), I have been delicately informed of the fact that allegedly I have started to produce a certain sound at night with my mucousy nasal passages that has made it somewhat difficult to sleep at the same time and in the same place as me. While it is obviously a pack of vicious lies, and no real lady would ever do that thing that starts with an "s" and ends with an "e" and might or might now have a "nor" in the middle, I am hoping that the phenomenon will go away once the zygote is out.
What else...oh so much stuff, but I should sleep now. Good night, dear friends.
much love,
alisa ivanovna
my students are getting impatient, yelling at me for not having given birth yet, while at the same time they totally freaked out when I came in an hour late yesterday due to a routine appointment, and were apparently happy to see me still available to be their teacher.
I could already take time off if I wanted to, but I can't imagine not being at school. This is the time of the year when absolute magic starts happening and I really don't want to miss it. Though I am not coming in after the 25th. unless of course my studio kids don't get their shit together and finish their final projects before my last day.
I haven't exhibited too many "nesting" (god, I hate that word) behaviors at home, but I've been a total beast at school. I've been cleaning and organizing non stop, which is very good, but also very tiring. Today by ninth period my feet swelled up pretty bad (for the first time ever) and I was instructed by the students who noticed the swelling before I did, to sit my ass down, put my feet up and not move. I tried to protest, but they all learned the "you are not about to do what I just told you not to do and you know I am right or else" look from me, so I had no choice but to comply.
Also, my right arm has been hurting pretty bad on the inside of my elbow, and it's been hard going watermelon shopping, which is a problem because watermelons are just about the only thing I and my inner zygote have been able to eat the last two weeks or so, but Tal is taking care of that for us. I hope it's just a sprain and not some sort of a clot. If it doesn't get better, I will consult professionals.
I have always loved watermelons, but right now I am totally in love with them. I feel like they are the absolute representation of pregnancy in nature, and the aesthetic pleasure from interacting with them in various ways is incredibly intense.
Speaking of things that come from Africa, and are big and beautiful (and I speak of hippos of course), I have been delicately informed of the fact that allegedly I have started to produce a certain sound at night with my mucousy nasal passages that has made it somewhat difficult to sleep at the same time and in the same place as me. While it is obviously a pack of vicious lies, and no real lady would ever do that thing that starts with an "s" and ends with an "e" and might or might now have a "nor" in the middle, I am hoping that the phenomenon will go away once the zygote is out.
What else...oh so much stuff, but I should sleep now. Good night, dear friends.
much love,
alisa ivanovna