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I'm very nearly eight months pregnant.
Everything's so normal my physicians' seem bored with me. This is slightly annoying. I've gained about 25 pounds, and am just trying to keep it within reason at this point. None of the miseries I was firmly forewarned about have shown thus far.
About two weeks ago, I did experience some kind of hormonal thing that made me completely crazy (crying for no reason at all for hours on end) but when it passed I was damn near euphoric. It was a relief I can't even describe. The chemicals were so concentrated in my system that everything smelled and tasted of old pennies. My tongue felt thick. The body is truly an amazing thing.
I'm convinced I'm further along than my due date reflects; however, this could just be wishful thinking. Not that my pregnancy has been in any way difficult. It just limits a woman in certain ways, and I'm not one to take that sort of thing well.
Also, being pregnant makes others around you act silly. You become accountable to the world, and I'm not so good with that either. For instance, if a person happens to see me stroll by with Mt. Dew can in hand, they must comment, "That isn't good for the baby!" Yeah, well. I gave up cigarettes, booze, SUSHI, deli meat, didn't eat a raw oyster all season, and COFFEE...so cut me some slack. It reminds me that I must pull out my Feminisms book from Critical Theory, revisiting one particular article on the monitoring function of pregnancy in America. I am very interested to see if I feel differently about it now.
I would love to pretend that I could remember my other interests at this point, but I won't. The desire to sleep is the only real thing I understand anymore. Haha. I've been rereading books that I love so that I don't have to think too hard, but I won't get out of the habit of reading. I really, really hope that being a mom doesn't mean I have to shut my brain off forever. I don't think I could stand living in this stupor for years on end. They tell me it's all symptomatic, and I sure as hell hope so.
Everything's so normal my physicians' seem bored with me. This is slightly annoying. I've gained about 25 pounds, and am just trying to keep it within reason at this point. None of the miseries I was firmly forewarned about have shown thus far.
About two weeks ago, I did experience some kind of hormonal thing that made me completely crazy (crying for no reason at all for hours on end) but when it passed I was damn near euphoric. It was a relief I can't even describe. The chemicals were so concentrated in my system that everything smelled and tasted of old pennies. My tongue felt thick. The body is truly an amazing thing.
I'm convinced I'm further along than my due date reflects; however, this could just be wishful thinking. Not that my pregnancy has been in any way difficult. It just limits a woman in certain ways, and I'm not one to take that sort of thing well.
Also, being pregnant makes others around you act silly. You become accountable to the world, and I'm not so good with that either. For instance, if a person happens to see me stroll by with Mt. Dew can in hand, they must comment, "That isn't good for the baby!" Yeah, well. I gave up cigarettes, booze, SUSHI, deli meat, didn't eat a raw oyster all season, and COFFEE...so cut me some slack. It reminds me that I must pull out my Feminisms book from Critical Theory, revisiting one particular article on the monitoring function of pregnancy in America. I am very interested to see if I feel differently about it now.
I would love to pretend that I could remember my other interests at this point, but I won't. The desire to sleep is the only real thing I understand anymore. Haha. I've been rereading books that I love so that I don't have to think too hard, but I won't get out of the habit of reading. I really, really hope that being a mom doesn't mean I have to shut my brain off forever. I don't think I could stand living in this stupor for years on end. They tell me it's all symptomatic, and I sure as hell hope so.