A Burning in the Cardiac Region
Have I mentioned lately that my husband is gone and that it really, really sucks? I was actually happier with his being gone, or at least more resigned to it, about four weeks ago up until the last few days, when we changed the calendar over and I realized that we're getting down there. Something like 31 days-ish to go. That should make me feel better, I know, but instead, I find it to be almost unbearable to have to go through these last few weeks...it gets harder to bear the closer it gets to him coming home. I know...weird, right? It's just that the excitement and anticipation of homecoming and the sweet relief of a shift of responsibility grows and grows until I think my head's going to explode.
I wonder how long the glory days will last? Such is the problem with a returning sailor or soldier...we all tend to forget that this person is a human being with foibles and habits we don't really like, such as the tendency to watch TV in his underwear every weekend morning until noon. And snoring. Stuff like that. It's a bit of a jolt when the glorified one returns and hey--he's still got faults. How is that possible when for almost four months I've pictured Hans with a halo? I'm telling you, it's always a surprise.
Couple my irritation with the irrationally slow tempo of the passing days with the fact that hey--I seem to be MORE sick and tired in my second trimester than I was in my first. Huh? Here we are, passing the 16 week milestone and I have felt like absolute crud for about a week. Low grade omnipresent nausea. Aches and pains in my back, knees and hips. Please don't ask me to bend over or squat or I may simply fall to the ground rather than make the effort to get back to a standing position. I feel like I'm about 90. Oh, and the heartburn. This is going to be one seriously hairy baby. I had heartburn with Annika, but not until about the 30 week mark. We're getting a nice headstart this time, bless him/her.
And I was convinced it was a her, but now that I'm feeling so cruddy, I'm starting to have some doubts. We may be able to find out at my next appointment.
Anyway, I told Hans the other night that I'm just getting too damn old for this pregnancy stuff...!
Not much else to report. Friday's teeball practice was a bit of a disaster. Josiah acted fairly calm for a change, but he still managed to scoop up a fielder and throw it right into the face of the only girl on the team. Luckily, poor Luci was not seriously injured and seeing as they are preschool friends and we mothers know each other, litigation was avoided. After teeball we got dressed up for the sock hop. Of course, my poodle skirt doesn't fit right now, so I had to dress like a pregnant woman in 2009. It was interesting, as always, to see how dressed up people were when we got over to the school--as I said last year, who drags a poodle skirt, saddle shoes, a crinoline all over the world?
We had a nice little supper of hot dogs, popcorn, chips, drinks and rootbeer floats and then went in to dance. Except that we chanced to go into the gym just as they were starting the hula hoop contest and one of my little dancers (I'll give you one guess) became extremely impatient as we waited for all 63 classes and categories of hula hoopers to finish up. We (that would be Annika and me) had to leave early because she just refused to understand that we had to wait. We left Josiah happily busting a move in the company of my friend Angela and her son. So...this year's sock hop was definitely not as fun as last year's.
Yesterday we got hailed on. No big deal, except that for the first time that I can recall I didn't break into complete panic the moment it started hailing on the car. I can remember times in the past when I had no extra money to repair hail damage and a ridiculous deductible, so the threat of hail would send me to the nearest safe place in the car. I remember one storm in Mankato that I rode out with a bunch of other poor people underneath the Veteran's Bridge by the library. It worked pretty well. I should have been panicking yesterday...beautiful new vehicle, hail...but for some reason I thought "Meh, we have a low deductible and can pay for it". It was a little weird. The car is fine, though. It was a short storm and pea sized hail. No damage done that I can see. It was just a bit surreal to be sitting in a hailstorm and not hyperventilating into a paper bag over damage to the car.
Yeah, I know...exciting stuff!
I wonder how long the glory days will last? Such is the problem with a returning sailor or soldier...we all tend to forget that this person is a human being with foibles and habits we don't really like, such as the tendency to watch TV in his underwear every weekend morning until noon. And snoring. Stuff like that. It's a bit of a jolt when the glorified one returns and hey--he's still got faults. How is that possible when for almost four months I've pictured Hans with a halo? I'm telling you, it's always a surprise.
Couple my irritation with the irrationally slow tempo of the passing days with the fact that hey--I seem to be MORE sick and tired in my second trimester than I was in my first. Huh? Here we are, passing the 16 week milestone and I have felt like absolute crud for about a week. Low grade omnipresent nausea. Aches and pains in my back, knees and hips. Please don't ask me to bend over or squat or I may simply fall to the ground rather than make the effort to get back to a standing position. I feel like I'm about 90. Oh, and the heartburn. This is going to be one seriously hairy baby. I had heartburn with Annika, but not until about the 30 week mark. We're getting a nice headstart this time, bless him/her.
And I was convinced it was a her, but now that I'm feeling so cruddy, I'm starting to have some doubts. We may be able to find out at my next appointment.
Anyway, I told Hans the other night that I'm just getting too damn old for this pregnancy stuff...!
Not much else to report. Friday's teeball practice was a bit of a disaster. Josiah acted fairly calm for a change, but he still managed to scoop up a fielder and throw it right into the face of the only girl on the team. Luckily, poor Luci was not seriously injured and seeing as they are preschool friends and we mothers know each other, litigation was avoided. After teeball we got dressed up for the sock hop. Of course, my poodle skirt doesn't fit right now, so I had to dress like a pregnant woman in 2009. It was interesting, as always, to see how dressed up people were when we got over to the school--as I said last year, who drags a poodle skirt, saddle shoes, a crinoline all over the world?
We had a nice little supper of hot dogs, popcorn, chips, drinks and rootbeer floats and then went in to dance. Except that we chanced to go into the gym just as they were starting the hula hoop contest and one of my little dancers (I'll give you one guess) became extremely impatient as we waited for all 63 classes and categories of hula hoopers to finish up. We (that would be Annika and me) had to leave early because she just refused to understand that we had to wait. We left Josiah happily busting a move in the company of my friend Angela and her son. So...this year's sock hop was definitely not as fun as last year's.
Yesterday we got hailed on. No big deal, except that for the first time that I can recall I didn't break into complete panic the moment it started hailing on the car. I can remember times in the past when I had no extra money to repair hail damage and a ridiculous deductible, so the threat of hail would send me to the nearest safe place in the car. I remember one storm in Mankato that I rode out with a bunch of other poor people underneath the Veteran's Bridge by the library. It worked pretty well. I should have been panicking yesterday...beautiful new vehicle, hail...but for some reason I thought "Meh, we have a low deductible and can pay for it". It was a little weird. The car is fine, though. It was a short storm and pea sized hail. No damage done that I can see. It was just a bit surreal to be sitting in a hailstorm and not hyperventilating into a paper bag over damage to the car.
Yeah, I know...exciting stuff!
