Miscellany galore
I so adore my husband. I had to change the batteries for the remote control, so I went into his office and looked through his (relentlessly organized) closet to find the batteries cache. Among tins and drawers neatly labelled (with a label-maker!) "Cables" and "Tokens" and "Paperclips" and "Adapters" there is a shoebox-sized tin, similar in appearance to all the others on the shelf, labelled, "Completely Useless Crap I Feel Obligated Or Irrationally Compelled To Keep Around For The Rest Of My Life".
Also, he called me from Maine this morning, and I think he's bringing home more of the odd folk-art sculpture I so enjoy - this time, a turtle made from an old WWII helmet and some machine parts. Yessss!
I couldn't sleep, the night before last, and so I counted sheep, backwards. This is a crappy exercise for people with a vivid imagination. I turn them colors, or chase them with wolves, or give them little capes, or racing stripes and numbers, and I get so distracted I forget to fall asleep. This time, I was jumping them over a little fence - boing, boing, boing - but they weren't moving, so I kept getting a sheep pile, and having to jump them back over...
Yeah, welcome to my head.
In any case, I finally did fall asleep, and woke up wondering why nature has never created green hair or fur as an adaptation. We have green animals, sure, and green feathers, and animals that can change their skin color, even, but no green fur. Wouldn't it be good camouflage? And yet. I think I must have fallen asleep dreaming of shaggy green sheep.
Last, but not least, I look in the mirror, and there is a pregnant lady there. This is involving some serious adjustment of my self-image. I'm a pregnant lady. Me. And then I'm going to be a mom. The waves of panic are strong, but intermittent. I've lapsed into a bit of a depression (in general, not about the pregnancy) which is affecting my work and my social life, but I'm otherwise healthy and fighting it with exercise, sunshine, and bullheadedness, the only weapons really available to me. Next doctor's appointment Tuesday, and I'll update then, but I think the fetus is fine. In case you were wondering - I know I sort of announced and then went incommunicado for about a month, but I've been struggling with other things.
Also, he called me from Maine this morning, and I think he's bringing home more of the odd folk-art sculpture I so enjoy - this time, a turtle made from an old WWII helmet and some machine parts. Yessss!
I couldn't sleep, the night before last, and so I counted sheep, backwards. This is a crappy exercise for people with a vivid imagination. I turn them colors, or chase them with wolves, or give them little capes, or racing stripes and numbers, and I get so distracted I forget to fall asleep. This time, I was jumping them over a little fence - boing, boing, boing - but they weren't moving, so I kept getting a sheep pile, and having to jump them back over...
Yeah, welcome to my head.
In any case, I finally did fall asleep, and woke up wondering why nature has never created green hair or fur as an adaptation. We have green animals, sure, and green feathers, and animals that can change their skin color, even, but no green fur. Wouldn't it be good camouflage? And yet. I think I must have fallen asleep dreaming of shaggy green sheep.
Last, but not least, I look in the mirror, and there is a pregnant lady there. This is involving some serious adjustment of my self-image. I'm a pregnant lady. Me. And then I'm going to be a mom. The waves of panic are strong, but intermittent. I've lapsed into a bit of a depression (in general, not about the pregnancy) which is affecting my work and my social life, but I'm otherwise healthy and fighting it with exercise, sunshine, and bullheadedness, the only weapons really available to me. Next doctor's appointment Tuesday, and I'll update then, but I think the fetus is fine. In case you were wondering - I know I sort of announced and then went incommunicado for about a month, but I've been struggling with other things.
posted by The Stute Fish at 12:31
4 Comments:
I had Chris take a photo of me in profile every Monday starting at about 3 months. It was fun, as long as I never show them to anyone. I don't mind the stomach, it's everything else. We took most of the pictures right before bed, so I look very rumpled and sleepy and decidedly unglamorous!
I've thought about doing that! I just haven't gotten my act together to do it...time-lapse belly photos! I had to take the belly ring out yesterday, as it had started to hurt, and I definitely have a round little tum - I feel like I look VERY pregnant, but I think I will look back on four months from eight and laugh at myself about that.
Maybe I'll ask him to take a picture tonight.
That was a sad day for me, when the ring had to go.
I know. Wah. I'm going to go see a piercing person and see if they have some sort of rubber or otherwise flexible insert I can use in the meantime - I am afraid it will close up, which would make me sad.
My belly looks so ... BARE!
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