Today, a mosquito bit me on the oedema.
I’m presently 35 weeks pregnant. B-day is coming, so close I can taste it. (It tastes like acid reflux). Naturally the kids are getting more curious, and asking more questions as the due date looms nearer.
I stood there a moment, caught between wanting to laugh and how best to approach the answer. This being a 5 year old, her grasp on genetics is slender at best.
I was also sort of hoping that my husband, who has been reading up on molecular biology and anatomy lately, would step in and say something.
Huh. I’m going to curl up alone in a chair now, and eat chocolate. Well, ok, sprawl ungainly across the sofa. That’s about all I’m capable of right now. To sit there, grumpy and alone. With my acid reflux.
Was going to draw a picture of how Raspberry Leaf tea tastes, but I just couldn’t get the scrunched up ‘lemon’ face right. So here is a picture of me eating fudge instead.
Once upon a time, I thought family life would look like this:
However I can honestly say that it looks nothing like that, and looks everything like this:
You have to imagine that we are also knee-deep in toys, but I couldn’t draw them all in. Also three minutes after this picture was taken, the youngest child declared that the reason the banana was in her nose was “to get out the pea”. Don’t even ask.
I am presently 32 weeks pregnant. My blood pressure is 90/40. Which means in this heat I am pretty much incapable of standing up. I can make an attempt, but it invariably turns into a pratfall. Feeling pretty pregnant right about now.
So very tired today. Lately, one child won’t fall asleep, the other won’t stay asleep. So I’m awake for countless hours of the night, exhausted and staggering about like the town drunk during the day. So many things to do, and so little time left in which to do them!
Tomorrow, the kids are in day care for half the day, and I’m trying to narrow down my list to the essentials that I can’t do with the kids around, which is pretty much everything. I’m also trying to prioritise what HAS to be done versus what I WANT to get done.
Obviously, toy shopping is a high priority at this time of year.
But I do worry that I’ve already done enough of that, and the remaining money could be better spent. You have to draw the line somewhere.
So then I thought about how people always say you should do something for yourself now and then, and I usually forget that, and thought about getting a pregnancy massage.
But again, I worried about the expense. So next on my list is cleaning the house, which is filthy at this point. My floors are actually crunchy.
Cleaning really should be a priority at this point. Except that I can do housework any time, whether the kids are here or not, so it’s not really a good use of day care. So I considered the things that need to be done, but can’t be done with the kids around. Like driving the car to the mechanic for a check up. I can walk back from there, so long as I don’t have kids with me.
The downside of this option is glaringly obvious. Also if it’s a warm day I probably wouldn’t even get so far as to start the ignition. I would likely just pass out from cozy-warm-car-ness upon first contact.
So I thought about the things I would do if I wasn’t doing anything. Generally, that means computer games. Something along the lines of Sim-Civ-World Domination – Apocalypse Edition.
Downside, time goes so quickly, and I am guaranteed to feel like I totally squandered my entire day. So I thought about doing something not too expensive that I wouldn’t normally do, but that would be reasonably relaxing and rewarding.
And I have reached the conclusion that ultimately what I need to do with my time tomorrow is take a BIG LONG NAP.
…aaaand cue the pregnancy insomnia.
It’s been quite hot lately. The pregnancy has responded by reducing upper arm and leg fat, and bringing on the oedema.
From (admittedly limited) anecdotal evidence it seems to me that chronic fatigue syndrome has a lot in common with pregnancy.
I just reached the 6-month mark of this pregnancy. Time flies.
I just had the most brutal foot massage.