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Time is going by so quickly. I've been trying to stay active, but it’s a struggle. What I really want to do is go home, turn the heat up to 80, eat nachos, read books, and watch Dance Moms. Shana, Carey and I went to see Macklemore & Ryan Lewis last Monday night at UIC Pavillion, which was fun. The following Friday, I went home with Shana after work. We went out to dinner at Reggie’s http://www.reggieslive.com/menu/ around the corner from her house, gussied up, and then went to see Pretty Lights at a huge, double mezzanine venue.
I had a bizarre moment when a guy asked me for a light and I almost said, “Please don’t smoke next to me- I’m pregnant,” but I could imagine that the retort would be along the lines of, “then get your old pregnant ass home,” so I just said no and eventually he went away. I guess if he had found the light I probably would've excused myself to the ladies’ room. Anyway, the show was quite a lot of fun in terms of people-watching and music. I also got to go to a late night pizza slice place, which was absolutely essential, even though I’d had a huge burger and side of mac n’ cheese for dinner. Which brings me to…
Ways that being pregnant has been just like being hung over:
I did something really fun and now I’m dealing with the consequences
Strong smells make me want to vom
I can’t stand to be around liquor or cigarettes
I never want to change out of my pajamas
I know eating will make me feel better, but the thought of food can really gross me out
Loud party type people are annoying
I feel like a beached whale
Small tasks feel like they require Herculean effort
Couch+blanket= best friends
The long Veteran’s Day weekend was much needed and much appreciated. I helped Carey a ton with his schoolwork and he met Shana and I in the city for brunch on Saturday afternoon. We went to Tweet http://www.tweet.biz/about . I had fresh corn arepas with organic egg whites, house-made guajillo sauce, creme fraiche, avocado, cilantro; organic black beans and chorizo with a fruit cup on the side. I almost died of gastro happiness. Our waiter was also super sweet, fun, and great at his job, and I forgot how much that can add to a dining experience.
On Monday, I made tacos and Carey and I actually sat down and watched a movie together (he’s been scarfing his meals while at the computer). He is still struggling to balance school and work and some semblance of a relationship and social life, but he took my advice and studied up on ratemyprofessor before he selected his next semester’s classes in order to avoid any hard-ass profs and insane work loads. I think Carey and I are pretty good at supporting and listening to each other’s incessant whining until it dies down and then ultimately holding each other accountable for actual solutions. He’s been all over me to eat better and exercise more (or rather, at all). I’m trying. Sort of.
We had our second preggo appointment on Monday and this time it was another ultrasound and blood and urine tests. Fez was the right size, the heart was beating, and it actually moved around a bit. A couple of not great tidbits of news are that my uterus is tilted backward, so I will most likely experience excruciating back labor, and I also have a sizable fibroid tumor that the tech couldn't really discuss with me. She took a thousand pictures of it, and we’ll be able to talk to the doctor about it at our next appointment. I’m trying not to stress out about it until that becomes absolutely necessary.
I had a bizarre moment when a guy asked me for a light and I almost said, “Please don’t smoke next to me- I’m pregnant,” but I could imagine that the retort would be along the lines of, “then get your old pregnant ass home,” so I just said no and eventually he went away. I guess if he had found the light I probably would've excused myself to the ladies’ room. Anyway, the show was quite a lot of fun in terms of people-watching and music. I also got to go to a late night pizza slice place, which was absolutely essential, even though I’d had a huge burger and side of mac n’ cheese for dinner. Which brings me to…
Ways that being pregnant has been just like being hung over:
I did something really fun and now I’m dealing with the consequences
Strong smells make me want to vom
I can’t stand to be around liquor or cigarettes
I never want to change out of my pajamas
I know eating will make me feel better, but the thought of food can really gross me out
Loud party type people are annoying
I feel like a beached whale
Small tasks feel like they require Herculean effort
Couch+blanket= best friends
The long Veteran’s Day weekend was much needed and much appreciated. I helped Carey a ton with his schoolwork and he met Shana and I in the city for brunch on Saturday afternoon. We went to Tweet http://www.tweet.biz/about . I had fresh corn arepas with organic egg whites, house-made guajillo sauce, creme fraiche, avocado, cilantro; organic black beans and chorizo with a fruit cup on the side. I almost died of gastro happiness. Our waiter was also super sweet, fun, and great at his job, and I forgot how much that can add to a dining experience.
On Monday, I made tacos and Carey and I actually sat down and watched a movie together (he’s been scarfing his meals while at the computer). He is still struggling to balance school and work and some semblance of a relationship and social life, but he took my advice and studied up on ratemyprofessor before he selected his next semester’s classes in order to avoid any hard-ass profs and insane work loads. I think Carey and I are pretty good at supporting and listening to each other’s incessant whining until it dies down and then ultimately holding each other accountable for actual solutions. He’s been all over me to eat better and exercise more (or rather, at all). I’m trying. Sort of.
We had our second preggo appointment on Monday and this time it was another ultrasound and blood and urine tests. Fez was the right size, the heart was beating, and it actually moved around a bit. A couple of not great tidbits of news are that my uterus is tilted backward, so I will most likely experience excruciating back labor, and I also have a sizable fibroid tumor that the tech couldn't really discuss with me. She took a thousand pictures of it, and we’ll be able to talk to the doctor about it at our next appointment. I’m trying not to stress out about it until that becomes absolutely necessary.