Our world. Plus one.
Lily: John, where’s the cereal?
I have twice been asked today if I was 5 months pregnant. Even when the questioners knew it was my first baby. And I was wearing a form fitting shirt. Not a big flowy, loose one. Tight. There is elastic in it. Showing the whole big belly. Or apparently, the whole kind of big bump. The most awkward silence came from the woman who guessed 5 months and was herself pregnant, not quite as big as me, and was 4 1/2 months pregnant. It was her first as well. I think I’m just going to start saying I breed dwarves for money.
Just a quick note to say that I passed my glucose test. After a full lunch and my container of orange sugar my glucose was 107. They want it under 140. I think I accommodated well. Although the fact that it was only 107 after all that could explain why I didn’t get any kind of sugar high. Next time I guess I’ll ask for the double shot.
John: Why is (insert any number of random things) happening to your body?
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned the one fairly peculiar dietary development during my pregnancy. I am unable to tolerate vegetative foods, ie salad. During the first trimester I would sometimes feel kind of queasy in the afternoons/evenings, but nothing too severe. Salads never really appealed to me during that time and after awhile I thought I should probably go ahead and try one because it couldn’t be that healthy not to eat any. So I ate one. And then promptly threw it up. The one and only barfing incidence during pregnancy so far. As someone who would probably choose fingernails being pulled out over throwing up, this was a big deal. A big deal that ended salad eating during the first trimester. As time has gone on I have begun to desperately miss salads. Especially as summer settles in and that is a usual staple meal for us. Periodically I have tried to eat some, only to quickly reach for the ginger ale as the salad fights back. As long as I get the ginger ale in time, things usually end o.k. O.k. being not throwing up. But it makes for a fairly unpleasant evening of indigestion. I tried again last night deciding that this is ridiculous. I am well into my second trimester and for some reason have gotten it into my head that if I don’t start eating salad now Bogey will never eat anything green in his entire life. Ever. He’ll be anemic and pale (paler than he’ll already be with two ghostly parents) and eat nothing but sugar.
Fairly early on in the pregnancy John began inspecting my belly button, wondering when it would pop out. He has been very disappointed in its lack of progress and in fact was becoming concerned that maybe mine wouldn’t become an outy. I said I’m pretty sure the laws of physics dictated it was impossible to go to full term with an inny belly button. He thought it was very sad because it looked like my poor belly button was struggling greatly to stay an inny. What would you really expect? I’m queen of stubbornness. Did he really think my belly button would be any different? After weeks of watching my little belly button struggle mightily against all odds, it has started the pop out. Subtle still, but you can see the stretching of it and the shiny taught skin of what used to be a definite inny slowly becoming an outy. Just wanted to give kudos to my elegant, stubborn, transitioning belly button.
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