The Blahs
As of tomorrow, I will have exactly two weeks until my due date. And as of right now, I officially have a good, strong case of the blahs. I can’t really seem to get excited about much of anything these days, other than the 1 pound box of Van Duyn chocolates I got for my birthday that I have been tearing through at breakneck speed (I expect them to be gone within the hour). Actually, food in general is still pretty exciting, I suppose. Trips to Target seem to be another highlight for me-I have managed to figure out a reason to go at least once a week for the past month and no doubt there will be another one soon. Yesterday I fell prey to the bizarre laundry/America’s Next Top Model phenomenon. As my friend Charlie documented here, ther is a strange cosmic connection between the act of washing clothes and watching Tyra Banks encourage young, vapid girls to “work it”. I must have done 6 loads of laundry yesterday and watched almost the entire marathon of Top Model, season 6. Is it the number six? Is that the connection? Very strange, indeed.
I think I’m finally getting to my saturation point with pregnancy. The last two nights have been horrible as far as sleeping, and this morning I woke up with a seriously tweaked back. I couldn’t take Lucy for her walk this morning and she has spent most of the day ignoring me or shooting me dirty looks-if a dog is capable of that sort of complex emotion. I did manage to go to my favorite pre-natal yoga class this afternoon and after explaining to the teacher what I have been experiencing back-wise, she tailored the class to my area of aggravation. It was awesome! I feel much better already.
I’m pretty much convinced that the baby is going to be late, just a feeling I have, so I’ll likely have a couple more blah weeks ahead of me. Brian and his whole family are betting on an early arrival. Anybody else want to place a bet?
6 comments September 18th, 2006