Ultrasound says . . .

Big and Round

That about describes me at the moment.

I'm never more worried about weight than I am when I'm pregnant. Last pregnancy I would try to eat really healthily the last few days before a doctor's appointment and then wear really light clothes to the appointment so I'd seem lighter. I just really dread the weight lecture. This time I have a new doctor and she's wonderful and so far hasn't said anything about my huge weight gain (about 25 lbs. in 4 months). But I know she will this time. I do think a lot of it is water retention. I don't think I'm drinking enough so I'm going to up my water intake today. I go to the doctor Monday and I really don't want to see that I've gained another 8 lbs. or whatever. I'm going to need my three exercise gurus, Funky, Betty, and Shan, to give me some inspiration in April when I'm over my C-section and ready to lose all this weight. Although last time I just didn't want to eat and my mom had to force me to eat soup and pear nectar (of all things). I lost weight really fast after my last pregnancy. But I also had an emergency C-section and resulting complications so my recovery wasn't very smooth.

So Here's the Story

Early summer, I became stricken with morning sickness. But it was late evening/early night sickness as I'm apparently prone to that type. And then suddenly reading blogs, writing my blog, and even reading books were making me nauseous. (I did manage to read The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger but when I saw it in the used bookstore the other day, post post morning sickness, it still gave me that icky feeling, even though I liked the book itself. Last time it was Bounce dryer sheets and snow outside that made me feel icky long after morning sickness. I've even heard of a woman who couldn't look at the color green even after her kids were teenagers.) So I started turning into my husband: drinking lots of orange juice, lying on the couch watching movies I've seen a million times like Top Gun and The Fugitive, craving Arby's roast beef sandwiches, and reading nothing more weighty than Oprah magazine. And so, among other reasons, I quit my blog. But now, yes, I'm about 20 weeks pregnant and feeling like myself again. I love the journal-ishness of blogging so I'm back. I hope my old friends will have me.

No Fall Down!

I must expound upon the virtues of October. I just love it so much. One year my husband sent me flowers at work on October 1 with a card that said, "Happy October." That's how much I love it. My birthday and anniversary are in October. I met my husband in October. Basically most major things happen to me in October. And this year we are having lovely lovely seasonal October weather--nice and chilly. High 50s during the day, 30s-40s at night. But every time the wind blows and my 2-year-old says, "It's cold!" and I say, "Yes, it's fall." He looks at me with a very alarmed expression and says, "No fall down!"

Call Me Camille

It is my favorite month. I think I am delirious from the fumes of the self-cleaning oven. The weather is perfect for October. I bought two books today. Leonardo's Mountain of Clams and the Diet of Worms by Stephen Jay Gould and Galileo's Daughter by Dava Sobel. They were from the used bookstore. Both were writers I had been wanting to read. Wow, I'm so out of the swing of blog posting but you have to start somewhere.