Monday, January 30, 2006
Update
Coincidentally I had a doc appointment this morning and I managed to haul my ass into their office (Phil drove).
The doc said I am now 3cm dilated and asked if I wanted to go to the hospital. I told her it was up to her, so she called
my other doctor who is on call at the hospital to ask her what she thought. Apparently she is swamped there, so she
decided to put me on hold until my situation turned for the worse.
I'm going to make an attempt to nap and save my energy for later, incase I do have to push the kid out.
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
It's 7:33a and I am still in pain. I'm not sure if I managed to doze off for a few minutes here and there around
5-6a, but I guess I did (Phil said I snored). Contractions are still somewhat the same- it's now every 4-6 minutes with
30 seconds or so of pain (speaking of, here comes one now). No, my water hasn't broken yet.
I've been running a list of things in my head that I need to pack for Sophia (she's headed to my parent's house)-
her dog that she sleeps with, her pajamas, some clothes (although she has some there already), her favorite snacks (individual
mini cheddar cheese and cheddar pretzels) and some books. My bag to the hospital has been packed for weeks now.
***
Just when the weather was going to be super nice today- I wanted to take Sophia to the park! And have PastryMom
and the Pastry to join us!
***
I was also thinking about going to see Brokeback Mountain tomorrow. Guess not.
***
Lying down versus sitting while having contractions- I'd rather sit. I can take the pain better while sitting.
It's harder to clench my body while lying down. Plus the baby has been shifting around when I lie in bed.
***
I really don't know how much longer I can take this pain.
Oh, Is This What You Call Being in...LABOR?
It's 3:39a as I write this and for real, I am having contractions (think of them as really bad menstrual
cramps for about 20-30 seconds of P-A-I-N at three to five minutes apart). Called the doctor's emergency hotline
and the nurse from the doctor's office returned my call and said she really would like me to have contractions for about a
minute before being admitted to the hospital. So much for getting sleep (I went to bed around 12:30a and started
having contractions around 2a).
I didn't bother to wake Phil. I mean, what's the point? What's he going to do, hold my hand while I contract
(funnily enough, he woke up as I wrote that line)? I'd rather not have anyone touch me at that point, unless of
course, someone is shooting me drugs.
After I spoke to the nurse, I started puttering (Heather L's favorite word) around the kitchen, putting last night's
dishes away and packing Sophia's cereal for breakfast (packing because Phil gave the nanny off for Chinese New Year- dumb,
dumb idea. So she's headed to my parent's house unless we leave before 8a, they're coming over here).
For some strange reason, I had the urge to poo (too much info, but I have a point). Now, for all you women (and
fathers who've witnessed their wives) who has given birth before know where I'm going. Those of you who don't know-
after you give birth, you end up CONSTIPATED. BACKED UP. And let me tell you, IT IS NOT A PLEASANT FEELING
OR SIGHT. While you're sitting on the toilet, you think you'll be done in a few minutes. Nope.
I can't tell you how long it took me to finish the job when I had Sophia, but it certainly wasn't fun. Hence why I am
happy to report that I sorta cleared my system out before I leave for the hospital.
Man, these contractions motherfucking hurt. It's killing my lower back too.
***
At least the baby held on to let me watch Grey's Anatomy last night. Good episode. Had me in tears when
Meredith started to bawl (these days it's easy to get me to bawl). Phil killed the moment when he asked me if Patrick
"McDreamy" Dempsey was Sean Penn. WHAT THE... He better start brushing up on US, People, InTouch magazines.
***
And three cheers for my Asian sista, Sandra Oh (from Grey's Anatomy)! Not only did she win the Golden Globes a
few weeks ago, but she also won the SAG award last night. AND she gave a shout out to the Asians actors. You go
girl!
***
There is no way in hell I will be able to doze back to sleep. With these pains coming in waves, it's impossible.
Couldn't the baby have let me sleep tonight and start the contractions in the morning? Oh well, I guess I can't have
everything. I did ask her to stay put until AFTER Chinese New Year and she did that much.
***
For those of you who was thinking about visiting me at home- hold your horses. It's lovely of you to think of me
and the baby, but I don't want to risk the baby or me getting sick, so don't stop by. One exception- Robin, if you want
to drop the mags off, please do so. Or leave it with my security and they'll see to it (THANK YOU!). I'll let
you all know when we're ready for visitors.
***
Did you know that less than 5% women give birth on their actual due date?
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Year of the Dog
Gung Hay Fat Choy! Happy New Year!
Just less than an hour and the baby actually will make it into the year of the dog- she actually listened to her mama
and didn't come out for the year of the rooster! What a good girl. I hope this is an indication she'll be
just as good as Sophia.
All day today I've been feeling kinda ouchie. My lower back has been very, very achey. I'm not sure if I'm
having contractions or having
Braxton Hicks- whatever it is, I can't sit comfortably. While I was having dinner at my parent's house, I couldn't even enjoy
the meal my grandmother cooked all day for us to eat for the new year. I had to stand and eat! After eating at
my parent's, I went to my in-laws for dinner too (super convenient to have them living in the same building as my parent's).
Because I couldn't sit, I couldn't enjoy eating there as well. I only managed to have a few bites and had to go back
to my parent's place to lie on my sides. I'm also experiencing abdominal pains, like menstrual cramps (all you
ladies know that is soooooo not fun). The cramps come and go, for about 30-60 seconds and the pain goes away.
But it seems to come in waves, like every half hour or so.
I suppose that means the time is near for baby number two to arrive...
Thursday, January 26, 2006
The love of Tió
Last night, after Phil gave her a bath, Sophia asked me if my name is Linda (she must've heard Phil call me from the
bathroom or something). I replied yes. I then asked her a series of questions-
Me: What's Daddy's name?
Sophia: Philip.
Me: Good girl. What's goong-goong's (grandpa) name?
Sophia: Grandpapa.
Me: No, not grandpapa. What's his name?
Sophia: Eddie!
Me: Yes. What is paw-paw's (grandma) name?
Sophia; Grandmama.
Me: No, not grandmama. What's her name?
Sophia: Nancy!
Me: Right! What is Judy moh-moh's name (supposed to be ee-mo, but as a baby, she refused to say it correctly,
so it became moh-moh. Ee-mo means Aunt in Korean)?
Sophia: Judy.
Me: Right! What is Kim moh-moh's name?
Sophia: Kim.
Me: What is yee-yee's (the nanny) name?
Sophia: Angie.
Me: Yes! Oooh, you're so smart. Let's see, who else...
Sophia: Tió! Tió! (my
brother in-law)
She couldn't remember his name when I asked her, but she sure as hell don't miss a beat when it
comes to her tió.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Feeling Woozy
Why is it everytime I read her bedtime books I end up yawning several times and feeling sleepy myself?
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Pregger Status
It figures I have another stubborn baby. My doctor said I'm still only 1cm dilated and would like me to try for
a VBAC versus having another C-section (I am a prime candidate to have a VBAC since my pelvis area has room and the baby isn't
very big).
In order to speed up the process the natural way, she wants me to a)take
evening primose oil (after researching, I don't think I will) b)get
acupuncture (my father doesn't want me to do this, but I might anyway) and c)have sex, like, lots of it (semen contains a substance
called prostaglandins that helps soften the cervix). The doctor doesn't want to force/induce my labor because I had
a C-section the first time and it can cause a
uterine rupture. Now that's not what I call fun.
I really don't want to have another C-section. But, if it means that I avoid giving birth with complications, then
so be it.
Monday, January 23, 2006
One week and counting...
I can't believe I have at least a week (or more, depending on the situation) to go. Hopefully my doctor's
appointment tomorrow will tell me that I'm less than 3cm so the baby won't make her debut before Chinese New Year. I'll
be pissed if she decides to pop out the day before the new year!
Yesterday I was trying to nap but the baby was putting a lot of pressure on my bottom half. I thought that
was what a contraction was, but the pain only lasted for a half hour. Nighttime sleeping has become of a nuisance.
I seem to wake up every two hours to go tinkle (and it's only a short tinkle, da hell). I guess I better get used to
it at this point since the baby will be waking me every three hours for feeding.
I'm almost done with my errands. I just have to run up to Whole Foods this week to pick up some rice milk (versus
soy milk) and Bear Naked granola (it's that good). And wash our winter blankets so I can put a duvet cover on.
I bought these cool
duvet clips so the blanket doesn't bunch up (by the way, has anyone heard about
bed bugs invading NYC area??? Gross!) I have one more bag of baby's clothes I need to wash. My list of things "to
do" never seem to end.
Lately Sophia has been testing our (mine and Phil's) patience. I guess she feels someone is about to
join the family and she wants our full attention. She gets really naughty around dinnertime, refusing to eat the food
we give her (then again, she isn't much of an eater). When Phil is home, she totally takes advantage of him.
She'll abuse him constantly. She sure knows who to kick around and who to be afraid of. Phil made a comment over
the weekend she has both of our strong qualities- my stubborness and Phil's scheming ways (is that really a strong quality?).
There is no doubt she will achieve high when she grows up.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Fun?
Sophia's favorite line these days is asking us to ask her, "You have fun?" It doesn't matter what we do, where
we go, who we've seen- she will "remind" us to ask her if she had fun.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Two weeks and counting...
According to my nurse, I am
1cm dilated. I don't feel any different being 1cm dilated. I'm just hoping the baby won't make her debut BEFORE Chinese New
Year.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
In Addition to My Playlist...
I've added The Darkness, "I Believe In A Thing Called Love." There's nothing like listening to Justin Hawkins trilling,
"Touching Youuuuuu."
Payback
Last night I was in bed around midnight, watching Death Cab for Cutie perform on SNL. Somewhere
inbetween the singing, I heard a cackle. I hit the mute button to listen if it was from Sophia or outside. It
was definitely outside- my downstairs neighbor had guests over and they were either by the window or outside on the balcony.
The cackle died down, so I went back to SNL and eventually turned the TV off to snoozeland.
Two hours later, I got up to do my nightly tinkle and went back to bed. As a light sleeper (versus Phil and Sophia-
once they sleep, they are knocked out for good), an hour later, I was rudely disturbed by one of my neighbor's three kids
CRYING non-stop. Nothing new- their kids are ALWAYS crying in the middle of the night (the father is always making comments
about how he never hears Sophia cries). I guess they calmed the kid down and I managed to fall back asleep (not
an easy feat).
At 4a, I heard their guest CACKLE like a fucking hyena again. This time I was pissed. I understand you can't
control your kid from crying, but goddammit, you can control yourself from laughing at the top of your lungs at 4a.
I could even hear a conversation going. Their voices eventually died down, but I was wide awake now and mad
as hell. I couldn't go back to sleep, but I remained in bed. I contemplated whether or not I should go downstairs,
kick their door and scream at them that they should go to bed. I said to myself, "I'll just wait for one
more cackle." I tossed and turned for the next hour.
Sure enough, 5a, the cackler cackled and cackled. Do I have the nerve to tell them off, I thought to myself.
I got up and went into Sophia's room to take a peek outside her window. Her window faces their living room and
balcony so I can determine if it really is coming from them. (I know it's not my upstairs neighbor because I know
their voices and the neighbors to my right and left are senior citizens and weren't home). Just as I thought.
It was our neighbors below us. The living lights were on. I contemplated once more- do I go down and tell them
nicely (or not) to lower their voices? Do pull out my Linda rage out on them (some of you may have been exposed to this,
drunk or not drunk). I left Sophia's room, went back to mine and sat on my bed. No, I thought. I'll
get them back.
Sophia's awake at 8:30a and screaming from the top of her lungs. Usually I tell her to be quiet because I
AM CONSIDERATE. But this time, I let her run amok. Infact, I don't even flinch. I let Phil handle her (or
CAN'T handle her, however you want to see it). I know Phil can't control her because she could care less if he reprimands
her (or not). Half hour later, she's still full of energy and I come out of the room. I go tell her to go sing
her songs in her bedroom. She sings her "Twinkle twinkle" song, but I tell her LOUDER and she actually does sing loud.
She switches to "A, B, C's" and I scream from the kitchen, LOUUUUUUUUDER SOPHIA, I CANNOT HEAR YOUUUUUUUUUUUU. She complies.
I recant the story to Phil about what happened and the look on his face tells me he thinks I'm nuts. I tell him my master
plan for getting back at them-
I AM GOING TO BLAST THE FUCKING RADIO AT 9:30A.
My playlist- I played KTU music (a radio station in NYC that plays disco, club, R&B, rap music) for a half hour.
Nothing like some good ol' bump and grind music. Now, it's Bjork's Greatest Hits (nothing like an Icelandic pixie hootin'
and hollerin' incoherently). I tried to find a Metallica cd to play "Enter Sandman", but for some strange reason, I
don't have any Metallica's (how is that possible when I worked for Elektra????). I guess AC/DC will have to do.
Then perhaps I'll mix it up with Notorious B.I.G and Missy, The Clash and White Stripes. You think they'd get the message?
They fucking better.
I just DARE them to come upstairs and tell me to lower the music. Fuckers.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
New World
Congrats to May and Norm who gave birth last night to baby Scout at 6lbs 11oz. Everybody is doing well!
Friday, January 13, 2006
Obesity and Diabetes Part II
I received a couple of e-mails supporting my stance on eating healthy. Here
are some comments:
"i have very strong feelings about that! IMO, any parent who feeds their
kids that shit often is an irresponsible parent."
"it's so scary how this problem is not getting as much attention as it should be."
"hate to say it but most people either 1) don't
know how to eat well (which is not necessarily their fault but which they can compensate by taking the initiative to learn)
or 2) have no self control/don't care"
Now, I am not trying to say that I'm going to only feed
Sophia bulgar wheat (don't knock it until you try it) and vegetables for the rest of her life, but at least I make an attempt
to teach and feed her properly. I think to do that will increase my chances of her being a healthy child AND me
being a healthy parent (I can only account for myself. Phil continues to eat instant noodles late at night despite my
bickering). There is so much good food out there, people just don't realize it. Better yet, people are SCARED
of trying it. We're so blinded by the fast food restaurants, the ooey-gooey, sickly sweetened cookies and candies that
we think to ourselves, "Oh, what's a little indulgence." And THAT'S how you quickly fall into that trap of theirs and
end up paying for it for the rest of your life.
I'm not trying to say I'm holier than thou.
On occasion I'll have a something sweet. But I don't eat the entire box of pound cake or the entire box of cookies (okay,
only Jax can make my knees weak). When we're at a party or outdoors, I let Sophia have a piece of cake or some chips.
Point is, EVERYTHING IN MODERATION. Just don't expect me to offer your children chips, cookies and candies at my house.
Does anyone bother to read the food labels
to see what the fuck is in it? My motto on food is, if you don't know how to pronounce it or if you don't
know what it is, most likely it ain't good for you. So please, read what you buy and be an educated consumer.
If you can spend time researching on a brand new car or camera, you could find the time to read up on what you're
putting into your bodies. Unless of course, you're just yearning to deal with health complications, then go right ahead!
Do your body good today!
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Obesity and Diabetes
Incase you haven't read the NYT article on immigrants and their children developing Type 2 diabetes,
read here.
It's funny when friends of mine (those who have children and those who don't) laugh at me, call me militant mom
or even say I'm super strict when I don't give Sophia juice or sweets or even take her to McDonald's (what she really wants
is the free toy). HULLO! She's only 2.5 years old. And even if she was older, I don't want to instill bad
eating habits in her. Do people not understand how bad these fast food restaurants are? And the processed foods
out there? I understand if we're on the road and the only thing off the highway are fastfoods, fine. Once in a
blue moon I can deal with. But on a constant basis? NO. That's where I draw the line.
Even my father, my own father, thinks I'm too harsh on her when he offers her chips, soda or chocolate (very rarely
do I let her eat chips- she even squeals on my father and on Phil whenever they offer it to her). No one seems to understand
the consequences when we feed Sophia "junk food" as a treat. And it bothers me to hell that they go against my wishes
when I tell Phil, my father, my sister (usually it's Kim, she's the one that has a sweet tooth) NOT to give her any junk food.
My father always says, "Yeah, but when you were younger, we gave it to you and you came out fine..." He is such an idiot.
Things have changed, old man. Processed foods, corn syrups, glucose all that yummy shit is soooooooooo bad for us.
At least my mother and Judy knows better...I think.
When I read the article about public schools not having physical education classes, I was mortified. I've already
started scoping out public schools around my neighborhood (I know, it's early, but ya gotta get in the game otherwise your
kid's ass will be shut out of the good schools with good programs!). One nearby public school, doesn't
even offer a gym class- they offer calisthenics. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT! When I was growing up, we ALWAYS had gym
class at least twice a week. Dodge ball, basketball, jogging in place, even tested on how many pull ups one can do,
etc. But that was then and this is now.
It's my duty as a mother to make sure Sophia does not fall into the pit with the rest of the pack- she will eat healthy
AND learn to exercise. And hopefully, just hopefully, she will grow up to appreciate what I am doing.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Checkup and stuff
Went for a checkup and all's well. Gained a pound (total 29lbs so far). BP is 110/70. Doc says I'm
not dilated yet, so I'll probably ride this pregnancy all the way to the end (YES!). I'll spare you the
details on this weird test she did, but I'll just say IT HURT LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER (and it still does). I treated
myself to a falafel sammich for lunch. Oh, and she said that I'm bigger this time around, which only means, this kid
is bigger than Sophia (she was 7lbs). I can't picture myself spitting a kid out more than 8lbs out of my coochie.
***
Yesterday afternoon, I drank some OJ (with pulp of course). Bad idea. That gave me a bad acid reflux all
afternoon, all evening. It's no wonder that I hate drinking OJ.
***
Almost three years ago when I was carrying Sophia, I went to see two movies, back to back, the day before I was scheduled
to have a c-section. I don't know how I managed to do that considering how uncomfortable I get if I sat for more than
two hours on a chair. And I didn't even snack once in the theater! I really want to see Brokeback Mountain,
but looks like Netflix is gonna be the way to go. Plus I ain't got $10 to see it at the theater.
***
One of the down side of being pregnant- I sweat constantly. Everywhere I walk to, I am constantly sweating even
though it's 30, 40, 50 degrees. When I sit at the computer, for no reason, I break out in a sweat (mind you, the balcony
door is open too). After I shower, I can't bear to put my pajama pants on, knowing I'm gonna start sweating. I
sleep in my undies with a twin size cotton blanket and Phil is sleeping in a tee shirt, hooded sweatshirt, sweatpants with
a flat sheet AND a thick blanket. And the window is slightly cracked open because of me. I can't imagine
what it will be like when I start menopausing. Ugh. The joys of womanhood.
***
When I tuck Sophia into her crib, she says to me, "Gung Hay Fat Choy (Happy New Year)." I have to admit, with Sophia
being at this age and understanding the holidays, it sure is fun these days. Sometimes right before she goes to
bed, she'll say to me, "Merry Christmas Mommy." I try not to laugh (it will only make her think it's okay to play again
when really, she should be going to sleep), so I just correct her that Christmas is over and we'll celebrate it again later
in the year. Good times!
Monday, January 9, 2006
Share and Robin
Yesterday, we stopped off at my parent's house to pick up some food my mother made for Sophia. My mother
was testing to see if Sophia would share her "woh woh" (dog) with the new baby. Sophia LOVES her woh woh and never parts
with it.
Grandma: Will you share your woh woh with mui mui?
Sophia: NO!
Grandma: You won't share your woh woh with mui mui (younger sister)?
Sophia: NO!!!!
Grandma: Okay, if you don't want to share your woh woh with mui mui, how about a bear?
Sophia: No.
Grandma: A doll?
Sophia: No!!! (now she's getting REALLY pissed and annoyed)
Grandma: So what kind of animal should mui mui have then?
Sophia: A CAT!
***
Sophia's always humming some kind of song, made up in her head or just any random song. She was humming "Jingle
Bells" so I provided the lyrics with the "Batman and Robin" twist.
Me: Jingle Bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an... (she knows the lyrics, so I left it open for her to finish
the last word)
Sophia: (looking at me, but not answering)
I sing it again, this time emphasizing the "egg" part.
Sophia: Robin.
Me: Yes, Robin. Robin laid an egg.
Sophia: Robin. Mommy's friend!
We invited Robin over for dinner a few weeks back and Sophia remembered Robin's name. How cute is that?
Cheated
Did anyone else felt they got cheated out of a Grey's Anatomy episode? I didn't need to see a recap of their first
season!
Sunday, January 8, 2006
PastryMom's Advice
Thanks to PastryMom's advice, I'm feeling a little less stressed and nervous. Here's what PastryMom e-mailed
me:
Ok, what does he (PastryDad) know?!
First of all, the yoga ball helps alleviate the contractions until you get the very nice epidural. And he lied
about the 5 minutes, I was THREE minutes (and HOURS OF IT) and they wouldn't admit me. It's how far dilated you are.
The key is to remain relaxed. Hard, I know. Try concentrating on other things. Sit on the yoga ball,
and make small rotating circles. When it's more than uncomfortable, but actually becomes painful OR when your water
breaks, that's when you go to the hospital. So, hopefully that won't be too long. I know of people that it was
like over in 2 hours.
The breathing exercises are for two reasons: 1. so you remember to breathe and 2. so you have something to concentrate
on during a contraction. Look at a focus point and just take deep long breaths. Try slowly counting to 10 when
you breathe in, and when you breathe out.
I think there are a couple of online birthing classes (I think it's
about.com) that actually covered all the "material". The classes are really just to de-freak you out and give you a plan of attack.
As for all the to-do tasks, whether or not they all get done on time won't make a difference to the baby. Only
to you. And by then you'll have your hands full with two kids, you won't even care. So relax a little!
Saturday, January 7, 2006
Feeling Bruised
There are times when I feel like I've just been kicked in the crotch. I don't know if the baby's head is putting
pressure on my pubic bone or what, but it is an unpleasant feeling (the pain eventually subsides).
Just when I thought having a breeched child was problematic. I have a funny feeling this kid is gonna give me
agita for the rest of my life.
Friday, January 6, 2006
More Shit to Remember
Thanks to
PastryDad, I have more shit to remember when I'm contracting. He said I should invest in a stopwatch (I think I can use my jogger
stopwatch?) and a birthing ball (I think I can borrow my sister's yoga ball? She'd probably won't want it back.).
Stopwatch- he said the hospital will not admit me UNLESS I'm contracting at LEAST every five minutes. The
birthing ball is to help reduce the contractions and to help speed up the labor. Good lord, I ain't gonna remember all this
information when the time comes. All I'll be thinking is PAIIIIIIN...DRUUUUUUUGS...GET THE FUCKING KID OUTTA MY UTERUS...NOOOOOOOOOW.
The thought of having a C-section the second time around sounds much more appealing to me everyday. With the C,
all I have to do is show up on my scheduled date and time. How easy is that?
PastryMom, any words of wisdom for the next coming weeks?
At least I got to cut my hair and get a facial (hey, how do you think I look 21 when I'm in my mid-30s?).
And Phil and my father managed to put together the bassinet and changing table into our teeny bedroom.
I still need to wash the newborn's clothes and sheets. Shred some paperwork. Finish a scrapbook project (just
two more pages). Purchase some things off of the registry (do not even think about looking for it, it's not for anyone
to buy, it's meant as a reminder to myself). Pick up my winter coat at Macy's. Go to Kiehl's to get face
moisturizer. Sterilize the newborn's bottles just-in-case the kid doesn't want any part of my boobs (fine by me, but
she better find her way to college cuz formula ain't cheap!).
AAAAAAARGH. My head is on overdrive.
Thursday, January 5, 2006
Nesting
This is beginning to get ridiculous on my part. I've made a list of what needs to be done before the new baby arrives
and the list seems to be endless. Just this morning, I've filed all the picture holiday cards in my photo book, saved
all my jpegs onto a disk, cleared my bills and filed them accordingly and downloaded a Strauss cd for my father and aunt.
AND I STILL HAVE MORE SHIT TO DO AND CROSS OFF MY FUCKING TO DO LIST!!!!!!!!!
Sigh. Maybe if the baby just came already I wouldn't have to worry about finishing my projects.
Not.
Monday, January 2, 2006
Honduras Update
By the way, my sister Judy sent an e-mail from Honduras on New Year's Eve. Read below:
sorry to worry some of youz. it has been busy as heck since xmas eve. then we did the camping out in the
jungle thang which included a goddamn 6 hour-long hike which also included being attached by large black ants, not being able
to sleep at night for fear of getting gobbled up at night by a panther or somethin...you get the idea. will update when
i get a chance.
we are in roatan right now - our final stop for this trip. some of youz might like it here but
we're not too hip on it although the views are beautiful. no need to speak spanish either - tons of expats. not nearly
as friendly here as in la mosquitia. kind of a downer. but we get to bum out - literally...then again, i'm kinda
sick now too.
anyway - just touching base before youz yell at me for not letting you know we're aaaiiight.
hope
you xmas was wonderful and that tonight will kick butt!
Difficulty
I've been having a bit of difficulty sitting on the computer chair as of late (forgive me if I don't write as often).
Sitting and walking has become a bit of uncomfortable, so I'm trying to not do either of those too much. Infact,
the more I walk, the more my feet and hands swell. Laying down on my sides is the only comfort I have. Not
saying sleeping is any easier. The baby seems to be poking my belly in the middle of the night quite often.
I don't know if I'm getting minor contractions or having
Braxton Hicks since I didn't go through either when I was carrying Sophia (she was
breeched). I do feel a bit cramped around my belly, but it's for a quick two seconds and then it's gone. I guess
the baby is ready to say hello very soon!
Am I ever so fucking nervous...
