Saturday, Saturday

Pretty wild Saturday night over here.  I decided to watch Disturbia on TNT and about half way through, the channel froze as often happens with Mediacom (I think I was supposed to trade my cable boxes in for new ones a while back...oops).  Man, and it was of course at a crucial part.  I'm thinking I may go ahead and start watching Spartacus on demand.  Joe said there are a lot of penises in it and buff dudes and that I'd enjoy it.  He's always looking out for me. 

I wish he were home.  Gah, it seems like time was really flying there for the first couple months.  Being sick really did make it go by quickly, as I was just out of it.  Did I ever mention that my dad was so worried he almost flew down?  Pretty cool.  Thankfully I had people here to help out, and my neighbor checked on me daily (and continues to fairly regularly).  Really, time flew.  Now, not so much.  This is where a job did come in handy.  However, the stress of deployed husband plus psych hospital was...unpleasant.  At least now I will be able to spend as much time with Joe as possible upon his return.  And that was always the plan. 

It will be weird when he gets back.  There's always a lot of changes during these separations, but being pregnant adds a whole new dynamic.  I will be visibly bigger for sure, and then it will really be real for him.  Man, I'm not even that far along, and I think of the changes I'm already enduring:  My beautiful grind and brew coffee maker now sits sadly untouched on the counter, and my last couple wine bottles are collecting dust in the rack in the dining room.  I have one bra that fits, and my underwear is slowly getting smaller as well.  I went to lunch at a sushi restaurant with my gf today, and of course I had to get the boring cooked stuff.  Also, I get winded easily with the extra blood my heart is having to pump.  Along those lines, I also get really dizzy sometimes, mostly in the morning, but sometimes out of no where in the middle of the day it happens as well.  I can no longer ingest my beloved ibuprofen or excedrin migraine or really pop any pill other than prenatals and tylenol without giving it plenty of thought.  It's a given I'm crazier for sure, possibly because I started only sleeping half the night.  And, now that the morning sickness has pretty well passed, the most fun thing is being one of those pregnant chicks who is constantly stuffed up.  Yeah, it's a thing, and pollen covered Georgia doesn't help (thank God for the rain today!).  What else?  Oh, my back constantly hurts because I'm stuffed up and can't breathe well enough to sleep on my stomach at night, nor have I been able to for about six weeks now, and I wouldn't be able to for much longer anyway.  No more riding the grocery cart to my car (ya know, hunched over the handle bar).  No spraying the weeds in the yard (my neighbor did it for me).  No eating lunch meat (though I do occasionally anyway).  No eating too much peanut butter (though that attributing to peanut allergies in the kid is kind of inconclusive).  Pretty much as Seth Rogen's character said in Knocked Up, it's just a giant list of things you can't do. 

I'll stop there.  The benefit is, though, is once you're knocked up, ya don't have to worry about getting knocked up.  Ha.  And I don't have to worry about tampons.  Woohoo.  Oh, and I'm carrying the miracle of life, despite thinking, amidst all the illness and feeling poorly, that we should have just avoided pregnancy and adopted.  Now I want to find out the gender and really start wrapping my head around this kid!