This, That & Hormones

I really had a great weekend and it started early by making full use of my summer hours on Friday by driving to St. Cloud to see Zimm. Since we are both pregnant, we scheduled pre-natal massages and enjoyed an Italian lunch. We also stopped by a baby consignment shop, but we were a little too overwhelmed to purchase anything. We enjoyed our afternoon of relaxation and had fun comparing notes on our pregnancies so far. I found out that she and her husband do not plan to share the name of their little girl, so since she is due a few weeks before me I told her that if my upcoming ultrasound indicates that we are having a girl as well that she would need to take a look at my name list and let me know if there are any I should stop considering. I realize this means she is basically telling me the name of her future daughter, but I promise I will promptly forget it--or at least not mention it to anyone and act completely surprised when it is officially announced. ;)

Friday night I just slept. Apparently relaxation is very draining.

Saturday was a day of work in our house. D and Dad worked hard in the backyard cutting down trees and removing the random wetland vegetation that made its way into our yard. D's uncle worked on our air conditioner because this pregnant lady does not want to suffer through Minnesota's humid summers without some good AC. I did laundry, ran some errands and provided sustenance for the men. It's kind of nice not be able to do heavy lifting. At the end of the day, everyone was exhausted, but the progress was evident. After a LONG nap, D and I watched some TV and went to bed.

Saturday night, out of no where, I started crying. I think it was after the 4th time I got out of bed to pee and then had a hard time trying to get comfortable again with all of the pillows that needed to be rearranged and the dogs that were in the way--and I don't know, I just started crying. Initially I tried to hide that from D. He is not one of those sensitive guys. "Girly" emotions tend to freak him out and I didn't want to argue--I was tired and sore and thirsty and angry that I was thirsty for that would make me have to get up yet again to use the bathroom--but he heard me and asked what was wrong. I told him all of the above and he gently kissed my forehead and rubbed my belly. Aw. He was so sweet during a hormonal breakdown! Who is this guy?

I've generally been in good spirits lately, but this entire weekend was filled with body hating--things just aren't they way they should be; however that is. My skin hates me more than usual. My last pair of jeans are too small (which D thought was kind of cute but made me want to curl up into a ball in cry--see, hormones). I am whiter than white and there is nothing I can do about it as self-tanners are a no-no and the last time I was out in the sun I got horribly blotchy and the doc said I was lucky it faded and didn't last the entire pregnancy. The funny thing is, Thursday night I was completely in love with my baby bump and my entire figure, actually. I felt so feminine, not sexy, but very much like a woman and how for that fleeting moment, how I loved being pregnant. I don't really like it so much when all of the hormones kick in and send me in one of two directions: hopelessly crying or into psychotic rage (followed by hopelessly crying). In all fairness, my dad did warn D.

Sunday was also productive, but not nearly as productive as Saturday--we were both way too wiped out to continue at that pace! We brought the dogs to the groomer and then my psycho bitch kicked in when D refused to go buy sheets with me. Did I mention the hormones? And this kid must be going through a growth spurt as I could.not.stop.eating all day. But I did manage to read Belly Laughs in between bites. It was cute, and an easy read. After some light housework we settled in to watch the Celtics beat the Lakers: 2 and 0 Baby! I also cried during piece on Celtics power forward, Powe. And the hormones, they continue to give.

Sunday was also a good day because D had come around to my way of thinking and has started to like one of my top baby girl names! He prefers a different middle name, but at least I still have time to work on that. And because we have almost agreed on a girl name (I hope it's not Zimm's name!), it will definitely be a boy. I don't have any mother's intuition on this one, so we'll both be surprised at our ultrasound next week!