Hey, remember me? I’m back from the holiday media blackout of my parents’ house. Seriously- no cable, no internet, no newspaper. I only recently discovered that a certain ex-dictator met his demise with a long drop and a short stop. (They do have dvds- that last line was pretty much lifted straight from Pirates of the Caribbean)
I got a somewhat dicey wireless signal if I sat completely still in certain parts of my bedroom, so I was able to check my email and such, but it was kind of more trouble than it was worth. (and a big thanks here to a certain KBHUGHES for not securing your wireless network. I don’t know you, but I do know that I couldn’t have watched the “Dick in a Box” SNL skit without you.)
As for any gnus updates from me, I spent two weeks doing jack shit. Seriously…wake up late, eat holiday food, play Scrabble, watch DVDs, visit with family, eat some more, watch DVDs, fall asleep reading, repeat for 2 weeks. It was pretty much heaven. In case you're curious, said DVD selections included "Da Ali G Show" (seasons 1 & 2), "The 'burbs," "Stella," and "Strange Brew," which I remember as being funny, when it in fact sucks mightily. Thems is whack, innit?
I’m 18 weeks along now and developing a little belly. It has a “lay off the Funyuns” look to it, but it’s definitely there. And this kid is stretching and kicking and just poking me- I wonder what it’s thinking about? To anyone who tells you that the early flutters feel like “butterflies” or “tickles from heaven,” let me say this: bullshit. It feels pretty much just like a tiny person is trying to beat the crap out of you from the inside. It’s quite intriguing and I’m enjoying it.
I have the level II ultrasound this week. That’s the one where they measure all the parts and see what parts there are to be seen. We weren’t sure if we were going to find out the sex, but apparently my doctor is kind of a jackass and tells you regardless of your wishes. (A future post will likely center around my possible decision to ditch this whacko doc and find one who doesn’t treat pregnant women like cattle.)
Also, this appointment is the one where they try to make you take the triple protein test to check for abnormalities. This would be the test that carries an 80% chance of returning with a false positive that requires an amniocentesis to find out what’s actually going on. I’m not too keen on having it done, but the docs are pushing it- I truly think it’s just so they can get more money. It makes me want to scream, “I am PREGNANT! Women have been doing this for YEARS! Get your damn needles and your tests away from me!” (See my previous aside regarding my desire to change caregivers.)
Um, yep, so that’s pretty much me. I hope you all are having wonderful holidays and have had more than your fill of turkey and stuffing and ham and eggnog and cookies. I know we all have.
Currently listening to: When the Stars Go Blue, by Ryan Adams
QOTD: "If your wife is feeling crappy with the whole preggo thing, tell her to cut down on the Copenhagen." - via Brownie, a friend of DJ's. An insane, yet somehow hilarious comment.