Missing her, missing me.

So the husband and the girl have been gone for almost a week. I miss them more than I thought I would and I've gotten a lot less done than I thought I would. That's alright. Exams are over and I've been attempting a lot of knitting at watching a lot of Netflix.

Oddly, with the girl gone with my parents for a bit, I worry less. I know she's in good hands - assuming my mother isn't feeding her dollar store food.

There's a lot in my head but not much to say. I've been staying up too late, completely throwing off my sleep schedule. The dishes need to be done, etc, etc, etc. Mundane.

More of What I'm Sick of...

Is it weird that it irritates me when complete strangers ask me about my pregnancy?

"Oh! When are you due?!"
How about... none of your fucking business lady.

"Do you know what it is yet?!"
Actually, it's a tumor that just causes me to look pregnant. Thanks for reminding me.

Up until this point my mother has been pretty okay and mostly helpful and excited about the pregnancy... which I appreciate. But the farther along that I get and the more we talk about actual child-rearing... the more turbulence we seem to incur.

I've been doing reading of current studies - mostly on infant safety. She does not always agree.

Example?
You're not supposed to put blankets, pillows, stuffed animals -- basically anything -- in the crib with the baby. Doing so increases the risk of suffocation and SIDS. So I put swaddling blankets and blankets intended for just that purpose on my registry.
"We'll see how long that lasts, it's going to be a pain in the butt." Thanks for your support.

I told my mother of my intent to put sunscreen on the baby every time we leave the house - maybe to just make it a post cleaning ritual "Why?" Um. Because exposure to sun, especially in infants leads to a much higher likelihood of skin cancer later on?

There's been more - but I'm too weary to write about it right now. I've opened up another blog on Tumblr http://aprilannies.tumblr.com It's more 'April Uncensored' I like Tumblr because you don't even have to think if you don't want to.

Symptoms.

The onset of irritating pregnancy symptoms set in sometime last week. Of course there is the expected nausea, though it hasn't been too bad yet. I know that I'm unusually susceptible to the power of suggestion.


I've already decided after reading the classic What to Expect When You're Expecting that I must be having twins because I'm itching more than usual. In the same vein, every day I find new scary things that I have done wrong over the past eight(?) weeks. Today it was taking hot baths. Apparently during the first twelve weeks if you take a bath that is over 102 degrees F, you're putting your child at risk for neural tube defects and also increases the risk of miscarriage. Super.


So let's list the ways this child is currently ruining my life causing me some temporary discomfort.
I can no longer:
Have a glass of wine
Eat carpaccio, sushi, or anything else uncooked.
Eat a medium rare steak
Take my anti-anxiety meds.
Take Advil, Aleve, or Acetaminophen.
Sleep.
TAKE A HOT BATH!!


Really - must you take my last avenue of respite? I suppose that I should be grateful that at least this one internal mechanism of maternal concern, though I have to wonder if even that concern is not self-serving.


Let me be honest.


I don't know if I could handle a handicapped child. I need this baby to be healthy because having this baby is about all I can take. I don't need any other surprises or things to get 'excited' about.


In other news, which I know is not the topic of this blog, but it was so upsetting it will be good to get out, my cousin's husband put this down as his Facebook status:


"The end of time is near. Look at all the worlds events. From war to natural disasters, it is coming and you better be right with the Lord."


God Almighty. Really? It took all of my restraint not to educate the man on history, science, or to just flat out make a sarcastic remark. Maybe something like, 'Amen brother, look at all the divorced, unmarried, pregnant women about! And don't forget the gays on TV!


In other news regarding crazy, churchy relatives. My Grandmother on the same side has not called to congratulate me or my mother. I don't know if she's spoken to my father. I'm sure she's horrified that I'm not married and taking my sweet time at it. True, I was engaged for almost a year and living together almost as long when this child was conceived, but a stable relationship obviously isn't a stable relationship without a MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE! What will Jesus think?!?! Expect more on this later.


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