My darling little girl discovered my kidney the other day. She gave it a swift kick when I was in the middle of a meeting and I very nearly yelped out loud. I thought that was rather annoying until she discovered this spot under my left rib and jammed herself in there. No lie, I did everything I could think of to get her to move: massaged the area, put an ice cube on the opposite end of my belly (usually that gets her moving to kick it off), a piece of chocolate, a talking to from Brent, and nothing. I'm no wimp, but this really hurt. At at about 3AM she finally moved off my left rib like a little pod detaching from a spaceship. She rolled and swirled and gently kicked until she finally settled... under my RIGHT rib. Sooo I'm forcing myself to blog this one before I become one of those women who does nothing but complain about her pregnancy. I'm desperate to be a cheerful mother-to-be who can only say that I wish I could be pregnant forever.
Top 10 Things I LOVE About Being Pregnant
10. I can eat anything I want. Well, anything aside from cold-cut sandwiches, egg-nog, sushi, raw cookie dough, caffeine and heroin. But those things are overrated, right?
9. I now always get a seat on the T. Always. Even the old ladies are giving up their seats for me now. I guess I now qualify as someone "anciana o invalida"
8. There is a secret hierarchy of questions a pregnant woman receives that goes something like this: When are you due? Do you know what you're having? Have you thought of any names? Are you planning to work after she's born? Right now I pretty much get the last two and I've had a lot of fun coming up with different answers to entertain myself. Over Christmas I told my in-laws we wanted our children to have an appreciation of all cultures so we were thinking of Hoolihay Wang. Originally we had considered Hoolihay Wong but we didn't want her to feel like there was anything "wong" with her.
7. Brent has found so very many friends among other husbands who's wives are expecting. After a talk with one of these gentleman, he seems so happy. Kind of like finding out that rash you have is an epidemic and everyone is going through it, it's just that no one talks about it. So I'm glad he's doing the manly bonding.
6. I can magically make myself pass out by trying to tie my shoes. Apparently bending over cuts off the circulation to my brain so I play this little game with myself. I try to pick up things off the floor until I see spots. Never could do that before. Maybe that's why pregnant women "glow". The excessive gas could also be the culprit for the "glow".
5. Finding the caveat to the fashion rule that black is slimming. I tried wearing all black the other day and I looked like a licorice jelly bean. By the end of the day I actually craved licorice jelly beans.
4. Seeing yet again how freaking fantabulous my husband is as he massages my back, gets me cold water, wipes away my tears when I'm having a "moment"... okay "day" and does his darndest to find strawberry cake mix at the store. Why is that so hard to find anyway? Go to any fast food chain and they have shakes in chocolate, vanilla and strawberry. Go to the store and the cake mixes come in chocolate, vanilla and carrot. I seriously don't get it. Aren't there more people out there who would like a strawberry cupcake with buttercream frosting? Am I reaching for the stars here?
3. My recent nesting stage has been a perfect excuse to get Brent to throw out his stuff. Uhm, I mean, "organize" his "memorabilia". In all seriousness, he's done a fantastic job so far and I'm impressed with how much he's scaled down.
2. Gymboree. This one just about makes number 1 so it's a CLOSE second. I love Gymboree. I can fantasize for hours about what my little girl will look like in their Holland line, their Rainy Day line, their pajamas and shoes and coordinating hats (oh my!).
1. For the first time in my life, my thuttocks look small and petite. The reason is twofold: My huge belly makes Mount Krakatoa look small and it casts a shadow so anything south of my belt is harder to see. Then again, that may just be from my perspective but still, it's NICE to not look down and just hate my body. Now I look down and observe the Orville Redenbacher action happening in my mid-section and don't even have to worry about my back side. Out of sight, out of mind. Hooray!
There it is, I LOVE being pregnant!