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If you're squeamish, or at all ladylike and dainty and prone to the vapours, just move along and don't read this.

One of the things that "they" don't tell you about being pregnant is your inordinate amount of gas. It's truly epic. I wish I'd trained more as a beer drinker, because I bet I could get the entire alphabet into one belch. And the farts. Dear lord in heaven. The dogs get startled. I get startled. The bed rumbles. The bathroom becomes an echo-chamber.

And if you don't let these epic wonders out when they want to be out, you get horrific pains, as I did this morning. I thought I was either a) going into labour, b) having kidney stones again, c) having appendicitis, or d) having an enormous corkscrew twisted in my abdomen. I broke out in a cold sweat. I had to talk myself down. I had to breathe and concentrate on relaxing. And they only subsided after I writhed around a bit and found some very indecorous and highly imaginative, yet absolutely comforting positions.

All from freakin' gas. I never knew it was such a force to be reckoned with. I will respect it's power from here on out.
Current Location:
tentatively sitting down
Current Mood:
anxious like a balloon with a big knot
Current Music:
you don't want to know...and my own giggles
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Two mornings in a row, I've woken up, rolled onto my back, and been confronted with a giant ball of sproglet pushing up out of my belly. It's like he's standing straight up and stretching. Throughout the day, he swims back into my belly, and isn't quie so prominent. But, it's amazing to see that there actually is something in there!

I haven't felt movement yet, but I'm almost positive that I can see the shape of the belly change.

Having rather horrific ligament pains, and some cramps. Being pregnant is a lot of work.

Current Mood:
groggy groggy, and pained
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I mean, it's doubtful our kid's going to play soccer....but Volvo's seem like they're for people who are......grown-up. And Responsible. And secure. And all that shit.

Yah, we might be getting a Volvo, depending on what the financing gods have to say to us. It'd be "MY" car; Hub made me SWEAR that if we went with the Volvo, that the next car, he gets to pick.

Can I really drive a Volvo? It was heaven to test-drive, but I have this terrible feeling that people won't understand that I'm being ironical about driving it. They'll just think I'm a Volvo-driving Suburban Mom.

and yes, I know, 'ironical' isn't a word.

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1) Why do we not have a Target nearby? They've got a HUUUUGE maternity section, and it appears to include some quite cute dresses and such. Why can't there be one here where I can go in and scour the sale racks and try things on???? (yes, I'm opposed to Walmart, but not Target. It's not me being inconsistent, it's me being mysterious.)

2) Just "outed" ourselves to the rest of the fam....via e-mail. I'm feeling a little bit guilty about that, but hey, I didn't really want to tell them at all!

3) obviously, hormones are still raging.

4) Had a Dr.'s appointment yesterday, at which we got to hear the Sproglet's heartbeat, which was strong and loud. The weird football shaped belly (like the pointy end of the football emerging from just under my belly button) is not due to too many french fries, but is all the stuff moving around in there. This also explains my decreased appetite (I just can't eat as much in one sitting as I used to) -- my stomach's already being squashed. This means that my joke about being on a 3-hour feeding schedule is actually not a joke. I must eat every 3 hours or so. My theory of hormonal cycles being linked to my pattern of 3 or 4 "rational" days, and 2 or 3 "irrational" days is correct. Every few days, my hormones go nuts, which forces me to sob at the slightest provocation....or homerun hit by David Ortiz. Or sappy love song.

5) We're spending Labour Day in Toronto with Hub's mum -- she's taking care of the dogs while we're in Italy. I'm very excited to eat at Little Tibet again. We made a list of things that I wanted to do in TO, and 4 out of 5 of them were food-related. (See aforementioned feeding schedule)

6) I spent yesterday afternoon sitting in a comfy chair at Barnes and Noble and reading "Mr. Darcy Takes A Wife", which is supposedly a sequel to Pride & Prejudice. In reality, it's a raunchy bodice-ripper with a thinly-veiled pretence at literature. I couldn't put it down. I was giggling and blushing and I just couldn't put it down.
Current Mood:
peaceful peaceful
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You Are Guinness

You know beer well, and you'll only drink the best beers in the world.
Watered down beers disgust you, as do the people who drink them.
When you drink, you tend to become a bit of a know it all - especially about subjects you don't know well.
But your friends tolerate your drunken ways, because you introduce them to the best beers around.
Current Mood:
thirsty thirsty
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Your Linguistic Profile:
40% Yankee
35% General American English
10% Upper Midwestern
5% Dixie
0% Midwestern

excellent. I'm a Yankee-speaker. How surprising.

You Are a Chocolate Bunny

A traditionalist, you secretly want to dress up like a bunny. And not just on Easter.

Yesterday, I went to see a movie (Scoop -- ennnhhhh, not so good) and tagged along with Darlin' Britt and her fiance Corin, and Corin's family to the Latin Festival down on the waterfront. Corin's mom is Cuban, and is in a Latin band, and it was fantastic. I danced with Corin's sister, Shena, who's just a dollface. The band is going to play at their wedding, and I am very excited about this.

Then we went to Friendly's, and I got to have my Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Sundae with mint chocolate chip ice cream. And it was even better than I remember it.

Hub comes home tonight. I am long overdue for Hub time.
Current Mood:
tired tired
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Pregnancy -- Week 15

According to my preggo books, the Sproglet is now about the size of a softball.

Monday, if all goes well, we should be able to hear the heartbeat, and then we'll come out to the entire world.

Do you suppose McDonald's is serving french fries yet? It's nearly 10:00.....ooooo, or I could just go get some hashbrowns....yummmers.

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It's only August 12th. Three years ago, August 5-12 was a meltingly hot and muggy and thunderstormy week (including one whizbang wrath-o'God one during our wedding!)

I'm freakin' cold. I've read all my books. There's nothing that I want to eat here. I've run out of things to do by myself. I'm considering driving up to Burl just to see a movie that I kind of thought might be fun to see eventually; at least it'll be something to do.

Jaysus, elke, you were a functioning human being before you got married. You used to spend Saturdays by yourself with great glee and had fun and did all sorts of wonderful solo things. What the hell has happened to you? Why can't you think of anything to do now besides wallow in a sea of self-pity?

Current Location:
in the ice box which is my house
Current Mood:
lethargic lethargic, hungry and cold
Current Music:
dog collars jangling as they try to climb in my lap
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it's no fun being home alone anymore. Absolutely not. I'm hungry, and I have to confess that I'm probably going to go to McD's and get a Big Mac meal. Which, as our DVD player is MIA, I will eat in bed, while reading. What books properly accompany Big Macs? Certainly not Pride & Prejudice. I gotta find something trashy. Excellent. Now I have a plan.

Went out to dinner with Sabatina and Britt, two of my favorite people on the entire planet. It makes me so freakin' happy that not only do they appear to tolerate each other, but they actually seem to like each other! Like is an understatement, really. They ADORE each other. Hurrah. Usually, my friends are so weird that unless I meet them in a pack, they never like each other. Parties with just my friends are rarely successful as everyone stands around staring at each other uncomfortablly. But, my little Brittsicle, and Sapienzer --- those girls have a good time!! We ate in the bar, good food AND dessert. Discussed Tossed Salads, baby names, movies, and got laughing until tears were streaming down my face. It was a good good time. I love them girls.
Current Location:
Current Mood:
bored bored
Current Music:
peepers in my pond
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"I love Vermont because of her hills and valleys, her scenery and invigorating climate, but most of all because of her indomitable people. They are a race of pioneers who have almost beggared themselves to serve others. If the spirit of liberty should vanish in other parts of the Union and support of our institutions should languish, it could all be replenished from the generous store held by the people of this brave little state of Vermont." -- Calvin Coolidge, 1928.
Current Mood:
refreshed refreshed
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