This has been … a weird week, thus far. And by “weird” I guess I mean sh*tty. At 4am Monday morning, I was seized with the most excruciating pain in my neck – like, scary enough that I woke Keith and had a full-on freak out while he desperately tried massaging my neck and back. It was so bad that we both stayed home from work that day, because I needed serious help. I cried several times and then finally just gave up and stayed on the couch.
It’s much better now, p.s. All sorts of weird things happen to your body during pregnancy – like your pelvis shifts apart (wha??) – and then other areas start to hurt in response. It’s LOVELY. But thankfully that pain was temporary. Anyway, it was also 90 degrees that day (our a/c isn’t installed just yet) and I was a hot, grumpy mess. I’m still a hot, grumpy mess, come to think of it!
I’m so tired of sweating. I can’t even tell you.
Side note: I really wish there were more inexpensive maternity clothes in cotton. Everything is stretchy and polyester and ohmigod that stuff does not breath.
Don’t tell me to start a line of maternity clothes.
I also learned on Monday that I failed my 1 hr glucose screening. See, there’s this thing called ‘gestational diabetes’ and it’s the WORST. You have to seriously watch your diet, and deal with all sorts of other inconveniences, otherwise you could have a giant baby. Which on its own doesn’t sound that bad, but apparently it is. I don’t know. I DO know that if someone tries to take away my fruit and cake, we’re going to have SERIOUS PROBLEMS. Anyway, if you fail the 1 hr test, then they make you take a 3 hr test which involves eight hours of fasting followed by lots of sitting around (or fainting and vomiting, depending on who you talk to) and getting lots of blood drawn. I’m SO BUMMED.
And I am NOT dealing well with frustration lately.
I haven’t had too many hormonal issues so far in this pregnancy, but holy cow, I guess the third trimester is it for me. And poor Keith. I’ll go from super happy to furious in mere seconds, and nothing gets me going faster than bad parallel parking. No really. There’s been so much of it lately in our neighborhood, and it’s just the worst.
Side note 2: if you parallel park at an angle or a foot from the curb, it’s impossible for the next person to park properly in front or behind you. Also, if you find a huge spot, don’t park in the middle of it. That’s just MEAN. Pull all the way up to the car in front of you or all the way to the crosswalk if you’re at the front or back of the block. Just do it.
I admit I now spend a lot of time imagining ways to shame these people. It’s terrible.
But honestly, who are they and where did they come from? Did a dozen residents on our block just learn how to drive? Did one awful driver move in and make everyone else park like a lunatic (see side note 2)? Has everyone collectively thrown their hands up in the air and completely given up on life? Or was it like this always, and I’m only now noticing, because I’ve completely lost my mind?
What have I become??
Maybe I just need to get in an air-conditioned space. Or maybe I just need to eat a bowl of the amazing cantaloupe sorbet I made while writing this annoying post.
I seriously just did that, and it is incredibly delicious. Get the recipe here. So good!
Ohmigoodness, please let me pass that horrible glucose test. Don’t let them take away my sorbet!!