Moot Thoughts & Musings

Well, my poor pregnant body could only take so much holiday cheer before it crashed. I inaugurated week 12 of my pregnancy with Barf Fest 2004, after a morning sickness-free first trimester. It was just a bug. It's gone now. But Sunday night I threw up more than I ever have in my life in one episode. I've never gotten beyond food before. But the last few times were food free, I don't know what I was barfing. I know--you really wanted to hear all that.

We had a great time with Sam and Luisa. And I was doing my best to stay calm and relaxed and do what I needed to do at a reasonable pace, but having company in one's teeny apt will always carry some amount of stress, even if you're enjoying them. And I had to be the mom and make sure everyone was fed, and I had to make Christmas happen. You know, Santa doesn't bring it in a big red bag. The mom makes it.

My left eye was twitching all week. And Sunday night my body couldn't take it anymore. So I've spent the last two days resting (Sam and Lu left early Monday morning) and feel much better this morning. It's kind of frustrating. I feel like a wimp. I was trying to keep a reasonable pace and to rest often. Life is busy, and I can't just sit around while I'm pregnant. It's a little freaky. I just don't know how my body is going to react to anything. I'm a little nervous about this next semester--it's my last semester and I've got a lot to do. And what's more: despite my post a few days ago, I agreed to teach another course next sem at local university. It was last minute, and I don't really want to, but we could really use the money. This course could basically pay for Elvis.

Happy thing: Monday morning I had a regularly scheduled doctor's appointment, and we got to hear the heartbeat! So cool! It went "whoop, whoop, whoop."