Sunday, February 19, 2006

• Let's play "What Position is the Baby In?
  
  As an added bonus, I'm in my new yellow pants. 
  
  1 - Big solid lump.  Feels like ds's butt did.  It flexes up into my ribs and hurts.
  2 - Kinda feels like hands.  But sometimes it'll *really* get me a little further south and stop me in my tracks.
  3 - Same thing as 2, really.  I think I got carried away with numbers.
  4 - Have no clue.  Sometimes it's a big lump like ds's legs/feet were, sometimes it feels like a butt (maybe even head) lump.  Other times I know it's definitely feet/legs.
  5 - Feet of some sort.  Maybe arms.  Who knows.  Sometimes the kicks hurt.
  6 - What I think is a head - I've felt hiccups twice down there today, and several previous times.  I also feel little hands, like they're tickling me.
  When I lay on my right side, I'll get kicked/punched at #2 *and* #5 - on both of my sides.
  I also get random kicks/punches right in the middle.  See why I'm a smidge confused?
  
  So, what position is this bean in?
  Am I just growing a really flexible acrobat?
  Or is there more than one?
  Midwife said bean was probably breech, but I just had hiccups in my pelvic bone this morning and afternoon.
  
  Oh, and isn't the blurry toddler cute?  He kept wanting to be in on whatever I was doing. 
  
  
  I made apple pie today.  For the first time *ever*.
  While going through the upstairs freezer I found a few things that needed to be used up, including a pie crust my mom had made a while ago.  And I had apples that needed to be used up.  It's yummy.  Flaky crust and everything.
     
  
  It's not picture perfect, but neither am I. 
  
  I really don't remember being this sluggish with ds.  I really don't.  But I still have to do laundry, cook, clean, shop, entertain, etc. rather than just crawl into bed and ignore the outside world.  I get dizzy and a little winded just standing at the stove stirring.  I had to chop the apples sitting down.  Too bad ds isn't to the point where I can leave him to his own devices.  Crap, 2-3 more months of this.
  
  Oy, more IL crap.  I swear we're going to have to put them in our basement in 10-15 years.  Possibly with shackles, who knows.  Or even just have them camp out in the backyard.  Dh was just telling MIL how to open a freaking checking account in her own name because I'm sure FIL's been spending money he shouldn't be.

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