Category Archives: My life

pregnancy announcements

Something about pregnancy announcements featuring couples canoodling each other gets to me.  I mean, it’s like, we understand that you are having sex and that you are hot for each other and that the magic of man and woman created new life.  I don’t feel this way about wedding announcements or engagements at all – it’s specifically the pregnancy announcements.  I don’t know what it is, but a lot of them are just so ick.  I think there’s something to be said for the old-style thing where you weren’t allowed to acknowledge that a woman is pregnant.  In fairness, that’s the approach many of my co-workers have taken.  I am also very ambivalent about photographing pregnancy tests.  I mean, that thing has your urine on it.  Gross!

Baby and I are 15 weeks along.  It actually surprised me to read that the little one is 2.5 ounces.  That’s not nothing.  The fruit comparisons are another thing that bug me, but this week’s comparison is to a navel orange.  Navel oranges weigh a heck of a lot more than 2.5 ounces.  I think the low density of fetuses at this stage is interesting.

I, meanwhile, am putting on weight like it’s my job.  I am hungry all. the. time.  Also still nauseous sometimes and doing more than my share of gagging and retching, but overall feeling better.  Sadly, I sat next to someone with a case of the bubonic plague at L’s dance recital, and I’m pretty sure I’m coming down with it.  I mean, I’m definitely coming down with something, but whether it’s the apparently life-threatening illness she had is TBD.  In hindsight, I think I should have asked for another seat.  Being sick while pregnant is just not cool.

swim swim swim

B: I don’t like it when you leave me home alone.

Me / H: When did we ever leave you alone?

B: When Daddy is working and Mommy is resting and L is having privacy.

Me / H: (laughing at the cuteness of her turn of phrase) You don’t like it L is having privacy?

B: It’s not fair when some people are having privacy and other people are bored.

Me / H: Don’t worry, when the new baby is here, you’ll always have some to play with.

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L had her first swim team practice yesterday.  Pro tip: In Washington, swimming pools, even outdoor ones, are always heated!  The pool is actually quite balmy, even though it’s still in the 40s at night.  I was quite pleased with the revelation.  Anyway, I’m quite proud of L.  She did great.

H attended the swim team parents’ meeting tonight  (I’m still only marginally functional due to morning sickness, so he’s been basically single parenting the last seven weeks.)  He was intimidated by how serious it was.  “Everyone was like – swim, swim swim, my kid has been swimming for years, swim, swim, swim, everyone so obsessed with swimming.”  What else would you expect at a swim team meeting?  But I’m amused.

I think swimming is a great life skill, and I think after a couple summers of swim team, you’re a swimmer for life.  You’ll always be confident in the water, even if you never swim competitively again.

a new addition

I’m 12 weeks, 5 days pregnant.  Due date, 11/26.  H and I decided to get on the merry-go-round one more time, and so we’ll be a family of five, with a third little girl joining us.

The first trimester has been its usual misery.  Perhaps it’s easier when you know what you’re in for, but mainly it hasn’t been as severe this time as in past.  Constant nausea, but no vomiting.  I often feel OK for an hour or two in the morning, which gives me much needed mental relief.  My last pregnancy, the vomiting was sufficiently severe that I took meds like Phenargen and Bonjesta during the day, both of which have fatigue as a side effect, which left me feeling like a miserable zombie.  This time, the evenings have been brutal, the days hard, but the mornings are better.  I’ve even been able to run in the mornings, albeit slowly for short distances, which has helped my mental state enormously.

It’s obviously been hard having this line up with taking a new job.  I could have delayed switching jobs, or I could have delayed trying to get pregnant.  But really, there’s never a good time.  I’ve been working 30 to 35 hours a week, and hopefully I’ll feel better soon and be able to get up to 40 hours.

angst

I just accidentally heard a message from the insurance company informing me I was at fault in the car accident that totaled my car last year.  I’d never heard it, or I would have called them back and am currently annoyed at my husband for not telling me about it.

But mostly just so annoyed.  I could have plowed into car #3 when it spun in front of me.  I honestly think that would have resulted in at least injury, possibly death, for the driver of that vehicle, and possibly injury or death for me, too.  Had I done so, yes, it’s true car #5 wouldn’t have collided with me.  (I pulled in front of car #5 to avoid car #3.)  It just seems so unfair to have done what I think was right and to be penalized for it.

I feel like I went through the process in good faith and got screwed over.  I wasn’t looking out for myself, just trying to honestly and transparently answer whatever I was asked by whomever.  I did an interview with Car #5’s insurance company, which I shouldn’t have done, in hindsight.  They lied to me during that conversation and said they wouldn’t go after me.  Fuck them.  I’m glad that I don’t tell lies for a living, whatever else my failings may be.

I keep telling myself that it doesn’t matter.  We have plenty of money to pay the increased insurance, and what’s important is that no one was hurt.  By paying attention and being a good driver, maybe I saved someone’s life or health.  Or maybe I didn’t – we’ll never know.

But I’m still pissed.  It’s the principle of the thing.  If we hadn’t had that wedding in the Bahamas immediately afterwards and I hadn’t been dealing with the process of leaving my job and everything else, if maybe I had known about the message, maybe I could have contested it.  Just grumpy about the whole thing.  H pays our insurance, and I’m afraid to even ask about the cost.

ankles

Serious question – is it possible to be stylish and keep your ankles warm?  And/or wear socks?  I really like to have an interrupted line of coverage from foot to shoulder in winter.  I don’t want bare ankles hanging out.  I like to wear shoes that cover toe and heel and socks.  I can see wearing ankle length pants, but only with socks.

https://www.loft.com/pants/catl000014?pcid=catl00002

At the link, however, you can clearly see that fashion is telling me to expose my ankles.  Isn’t that a crazy choice in winter?  Or have we simply proceeded to spring fashions, given that it’s February?

Are socks uncool?

What do you wear in winter?