Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Oh the joys of Spring. Oak Pollen rains down on my entire house, my vehicles and makes its way into my lungs. My neighbor has a 80 year old water oak right on the property line. I love Florida. There's no snow. However, in exchange for freezing temperatures and snow, we have lots and lots of pollen. My allergies are kicking my butt, and I'm more sleep deprived than normal because of it. I was just regaining momentum after dealing with the constant green feeling of early pregnancy. I'm basically relegated to my bed again, and I'd like to make use of the nesting urges that have begun to crop up occasionally. I have a house to pack, because we have a house to buy somewhere. My logic has now moved to "Pack it now, then buy the house, it will be faster and easier to move." I'm sure that by the time we finally buy a house, I'll be too big and whale-looking to do much, or I'll be interrupted every 10 minutes by a needy human. I may as well make use of the 2nd trimester. I'm just a tad shy of that milestone, but I'm feeling less like newly planted, and more like I'm "budding", as in my stuff is growing. I was feeling "human" for a few weeks. Now I'm feeling pregnant. I lost the battle to my waistbands a couple weeks ago. I'm not visibly showing when I'm wearing publicly acceptable clothes. At home, everyone can tell. At lunch last week, my lovely friend Persnickety pointed out that my backside is larger. I knew this already, as demonstrated by the carnage caused by my hips as I walk through the house, knocking over things that were previously minding their own business. Apparently my brain has not registered the additional girth back there. Don't lambaste Persnickety, she was only making an observation and no malice was intended or received. I'll be happy when these malicious allergens stop attacking my lungs and sinuses though. Of course when that happens, I'll be forced to whine and complain about the horrid heat of Summer. "Average temperature of seventy five" my big foot.