I wrote this last night, but had to wait to post it until today, because we have no internet at home. I know, I know, we're so 1998 it isn't funny.
Getting close to the end of living on my own and the beginning of being under parents' roofs. At least 5 months at mom and dad's. Who knows how many with Wayne and Debbie...eek! Amelia has gotten big enough to kick me in the bladder. That's not a comfortable sensation. We've had our first 2 pre-natal classes,and other than a few minor facts I had never thought about (well-water testing at the farm for example), its all stuff I've read and learned in the past 6 months. Let's be honest, pregnancy blogs and books were a much more voraciously devoured subject material that Contested Constitutionalism, UBC Press, Toronto, 2009. And they make for an excellent procrastination tool. Much of the pre-natal class is painfully dull. I'm a little better trained in the fine art of sitting through two hours of boring lecture combined with mildy amusing powerpoint slides than Taz is. I feel bad for him, but he hasn't complained yet, and I like having him there. The majority of women have brought their partners so far. One woman brought her mom, and last class called the father of her child a bunch of mean names, so I'm assuming they aren't together.
Oh, joy. Amelia has moved from kicking me in the bladder, to tapdancing on it as I write. This is somewhere far from the Joys of Pregnancy. Hmmmm...I wish Taz was here to complain to. He's working his second-last "shitty-okie" tonight, and won't be home until 3 a.m. That makes this a quiet night for me. Zeek and I played fetch, and I got to watch a full movie with the commentary on (its my thing) with no eye-rolling.
Wedding planning is soon to ramp up. The invitations were all sent on Wednesday, and people are starting to let me know they've received them. That's pretty exciting! Two close friends are arranging a baby shower for me in 9 days, and it seems like around 15 people are coming! Should be an interesting mix of family and school friends who don't know each other at all!
Also, we found out yesterday that we have to paint this whole goddamn apartment before we move out. Is primer bad for pregnant women? I could wait until Wednesday and ask the nurse who leads our classes, or I could look it up here on the net. Honestly, if these classes don't pick it up, its pretty much going to be a waste of money for me. I don't want to talk about nutrition and how smoking is unsafe. I want to practice labour positions, breathing techniques, massage, etc. I want to talk about pain medication, and hospital practices. Labour is creeping ever closer, and as it does its becoming a very real, likely unpleasant ordeal and I would like some advance prep!
I'm tired this week. I've been really laggin energy-wise. But considering Amelia is like, quadrupling in weight these next 7-8 weeks, waddya expect, I guess.
Third trimester in 6 days. As Taz would say, "Holy Shitballs."
Oh, also, (this is funny). We had mundane to-do's accomplished today. A big long list of them! One of my jobs was to clean out the 8 month old wine bottles and beer bottles and cooler bottles and cans (you get the picture) that were piling up in our water-heater closet, a nasty little taunt from my younger, wilder, pre-pregnant days. I finally got around to taking those to the recycling bins outside our unit. Pregnant ladies out there: ever empty 5 big bags of booze bottles out carefully into a big blue recycling bin, at 61/2 months pregnant, in front of 3 strangers I wondered what they were thinking the. entire. time.
Its still mostly cold out, but not below freezing anymore. Today was sunny enough that Taz did his jog while shirtless. I miss jogging. I really miss biking. I miss doing lots of physical activity, all day, every day without pain. At least the end is in sight now. Not much longer...
....right?
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