I don't care what anyone says, pregnancy = farting. There's no denying it. So if you walk into an aisle in a supermarket and smell the stench of dead ass, it will coincide with the preggo chicky attempting to run out the door quick smart (more so she doesn't have to smell it either). So give her a break. Early on in the pregnancy, it happens for whatever reason (excess gas, bowel distention blah blah) and well, I just found out it apparently happens throughout the pregnancy. Awesome. I get to look forward to the cool stuff (at least now I have an excuse).
I made the mistake before of reading "what you might be feeling" in the 9th month - holy jebus. I'm wondering if there's more aches and pains during that month than in some of my 90 year old patients lifetimes. I won't list them, it might put any prospective mother off and I'm sure I'll whinge about them later.
Speaking of whinging, poor Joe has been putting up with my whinging like there's no tomorrow. There's the "oh my boobies, they're so heavy and sore" and "oh my belly's so bloated" and "oh I feel so premenstrual" (I thought I was getting rid of that for 40 weeks!) and "oh I'm farting so much" and "oh I feel sick". I had to explain it to him that its like when he has man-flu. So he agreed and conceded he will have to put up with the equivalent of nine months of man-flu. Poor guy, I really feel for him.
Last week didn't go without its theatrics (already). Mother dearest was wondering why I was telling friends and not all the family. I had to pull the granzilla card and remind her I've told immediate family and some of our close friends are like family to us. By the way, its my baby lady! Hehehe I realise she's just bursting with excitement to be a grandma and wants to gloat about it to everyone. In good time grandma, in good time.
Speaking of telling people, I told my grandad (affectionately known as Pa) on the weekend. Joe and I pulled him aside at the family dinner and told him. He was so damn happy, he cried, Joe cried and I cried. Pa even did a little jig. It was a ray of sunshine on a cloudy decade. My nan is unwell with dementia and he's on the verge of putting her in a nursing home, so it was very welcome news. He kept grabbing my arm all night and telling me how happy he was, that we've made his decade and I now need to take it easy (bless him). I had to remind him, he will be a great greandfather! He can't wait. Its so nice to get genuine and unconditional excitement, what a beautiful moment.
This week I'm finding the morning sickness has backed off completely. Woohoo. One less thing that Joe has to hear about it this week. I wonder if it will stay in its hole for the next 7 weeks or so. Did I mention I was tired? I'm so tired in the afternoon, it must be all the people bits I'm making. I'm like an elf factory for humans. This week the pinhead transforms into a tadpole, so apparently I'm carrying Kermit the frogs kid. Well, I was always a big fan of the muppets. This week I'm in the middle of manufacturing the tadpoles heart and its starting to beat (woooah). No wonder I'm sooo god damn exhausted. Making a heart is a full time job.
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