Saturday, April 4, 2009


Yep, my vocabulary is so stellar isn't it? I go from "meh" to "bleh" so nicely. I have not had Persnickety nearby to feed my snark. I have not been in the best of moods, so I've been silent for lack of desire to need peppermint anything later. I also have this parasitic stowaway that makes me want to do nothing but eat and sleep (minus the dirty diapers) like a baby would. I really DO want to get stuff done around the house, but I'm stretched thin at work and exhausted by the time I get home. All of THAT work limits what I can physically tolerate doing around the house. This whole being pregnant post-30 is for the birds. It was much much easier the first three go-rounds of this stuff. First of all, I was way more pliable. Today I was squatting down in front of the extra freezer to see what was at the bottom of it. My plan was to get dinner for Sunday defrosting. I couldn't exactly get up easily. I *almost* had to ask one of the teenagers for a hand to get up. They laughed at me. It does wonders for a pregnant woman's ego to be laughed at for the struggle to rise from the floor. I plan to torture them later when I'm truly a beached whale. Hmph.

I guess if you need some more entertainment, you'll need to visit the Crazy Lady.


MrsSoersdal said...

When I was pregnant with Bug, we lived in a tiny apartment with a very tiny laundry room and a front-loading washer. During the final month of my pregnancy, I had a system for getting up after kneeling that involved sitting all the way down, rolling over, and then grabbing something to help myself up. One day, I was in the laundry room by myself since Husband was at work and had to kneel to get a load out of the washer. Before I knew what was happening, I somehow found myself stuck on the ground, unable to roll over, back up, sit down or otherwise and very unable to stand on my own. I was there for probably 45 minutes, at least 10 of which were spent crying and calculating that it would be at least another six hours until Husband got home and there was no way I could get to the phone to call him. Finally, I did manage to lift myself with a great deal of adrenaline but no laundry got done from then until after Bug was born.

Laura said...

Oh man.
Have someone rub your feet and shoulders.
You deserve it.

Kristin said...

AW! At least you managed to get up on the 3rd try. Tell your kids to kiss your butt and help mommy out. As I always tell you, "You're growing a person!"

Jackie said...

Take it easy! Have the kids do all that bending and stooping for you!