Warning: The following verses may be considered vulgar by most readers. Sometimes I have strange ideas, and I usually put them into practice, as I have done here, against the specific advice of my cautious husband, who insists that this will come back and haunt me in some future job search or professional relationship.
I thought about it, and decided that if the future boss of my future self can’t laugh, then I’m better off without him/her.
An Ode to Pregnant women’s pee.
What used to be a mighty river flowing out of me,
Reduced to just a tiny trickle, a pregnant woman’s pee.
I sit, ashamed that I ran so fast into the public stall,
When the women that I passed out-pass me, one and all.
That’s not the worst, this inconvenience is greater than it seems,
For you see it goes to the extent of disturbing my sweet dreams!
When once I could sleep through the night and let loose when I woke,
I now am up, oft twice or thrice; I bear a heavy yolk.
Oh bladder, bladder, once my friend, I cannot understand,
Your job, the storage you supplied, I really was a fan!
I know this child is pressing down and growing ever longer,
But bladder, won’t you help me out, and get a little stronger?
It seems that bathrooms are my fate, which might not seem so grim,
But I am at their mercy, where and whatever state they’re in.
So as I travel through these months, do your best to think of me,
Stoic, going from room to room to satisfy a pregnant woman’s pee.
12 weeks along now, I’m approaching my second trimester, only a week to go! The days feel so long, but when I look back it’s hard to believe how much time has passed. March 26 seemed so far away, but now I'm thinking it may not be after all.
I’m showing quite a bit, and I have a doctor’s appointment on Tuesday the 13th (Hopefully I can leech some internet and post before then!)
I’m still working often, but not crazy like I was at first. It’s only two hours here and there, sometimes twice in one day, but that’s the most I’m doing. My nausea was lifting, until the heat wave came in. Now it’s back, but I think it’s still milder than before, Praise God! I haven’t actually thrown up once with this pregnancy, which is a miracle in itself. Even on Friday, when I got my license and Rosie didn’t nap and it was VERY hot and probably the most stressful day I’ve had in a long time, I kept down the delicious roast my mom made, and didn’t even throw up on the ferry.
It’s the small victories that keep my heart light!
I helped Phil with a job on Sunday, even mowed a bit of the lawn. Another small victory, I hardly felt sick afterwards! The property we are working on is quite dilapidated, with long grass that hides lots of vicious rocks. Rose spent the time taking old ropes and using them as very long necklaces, and climbing around in the van pretending to drive it. She was afraid of the long grass at first, but I made a game of taking big steps into it, and she got along alright after that.
My daughter is currently in love with books. She always has had a special fondness for them, but now it seems like every time we turn around she’s reading, or asking us to read for her. She often reads the books upside down, but I think maybe they are more interesting like that.
I keep wondering how I’ll react if I have a little boy who hates reading, or even a little girl. It just seems more likely with a boy though… anyway, I hope that I’ll handle it well, and encourage him/her without pushing too hard. I just have such a hard time imagining life, especially childhood, without stories.
Well, we are beginning to look to the end of our time on Cortes, and the beginning of an incredible journey. I’m leaving so many pieces of my heart behind, it’s hard to knit the excitement I feel for a new adventure with the losses I know I’ll carry with me. One thing that helps is I’ve been reminding Phil lately that we have barely lived 10% of our productive adult lives, and imagine what the other 90% will bring.
For me, I’m anticipating tearful partings, a new baby, and equally if not surpassingly joyful reunions with dear friends after times apart. And that’s all still within the first 10%!
Just imagine what the next 90% will bring.
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