The Great Negotiators

Who knew? A lot of you, that's who. Those of you who've had 'em for your entire post-adolescent lives. You know what I'm talking about: your "Great Negotiators"! Your BOOBS!

They are AWESOME. I had no idea how powerful and marvelous they can be... of course, as a dancer, I was thrilled not to have them. As a mostly retired dancer, BRING THEM ON!

On a serious tip, it's been a long and shitty week in both business and preggo land. I needed something silly and joyful to think on for a bit. Boobs, you did it. Thanks again for being the luscious mounds that you are... even if you're - dare I say it? Starting to sag under your own weight.

Oh, dear.

What now?

I can feel it expanding.

My ass. It's getting bigger by the second. The rapid expansion is partly due to the regular course of pro-creation, but part of it is due to the rebellion within my own body. Apprently, this time around, my body does not want me to do much of... anything.

Yesterday, after a normal Sunday of being my daughter's taxi service to rehearsal and back, some housework, dinner making, etc. my body rebelled. I have an inflamed tendon on my right ankle.

WFT?! It's not like I was running a 10k just for kicks.

I am experiencing serious brain/body disconnect. Either my brain is completely shut down, rendering me capable of 7th grade reasoning; or, I feel like a capable human - only I can't walk.

GRRRRRSSSS!

And, if one more person tells me how "normal" this is, I'll deck 'em just for stating the obvious. However, it's not my obvious. Last time I carried a kid around in my belly, I wasn't bed-ridden and moronic. Just moronic.

Sorry for the rant, I'm just not used to the ass yet.

Belly Laughs and stuff

So, apparently I cry all the time now for no good reason. What I've realized is that it doesn't matter if there's no reason. Upset is upset. It's also upsetting to not really know why you're upset. And, when your partern needs a reason why you're upset so he can help/fix it/support, etc - it's even more upsetting. More upsetting = more tears = viscious crying cycle. Sigh.

My friend lent me a book by Jenny McCarthy, Belly Laughs. It made me laugh so hard I cried. I highly recommend it; not for the sage advice, but for the laughs. At a time in your life when crying is the norm, a good laugh out loud at a book moment is just what the Dr. ordered.

Thank god I step back into the rehearsal room next week. I can't take this baby prep phase anymore.