Week 15 Update
I'm at that strange middle point in pregnancy. A lot of my questions have been answered (Will the daily injections continue? Yes. Will the nausea, at that level? Thankfully, no. Will my pee-free increments keep shortening? Yes.), and a lot have yet to be answered (i.e., the sexes of the babies, whether they have too many or not enough fingers and toes, etc.).
I'm really quite lucky, so far. Nothing, at this point, is horrifically wrong. Nevertheless, I have come to the conclusion that, if I were a juror on a murder case in which the defendant was a pregnant woman, I would strongly have to consider acquittal on that basis alone.
EVERYTHING pisses me off. A loud motorcyclist who rears his motor as he passes me leaves me with an urge to reach for a nonexistent gun. Barking dogs. Slow-moving selfish people walking in groups of four on crowded city streets. Menus and flyers left littering my doorstep. Construction. Ordering tea in a restaurant with a bunch of coffee drinkers and never receiving it. This is all stuff that always pissed me off, true, but never at this level.
On the bright side, I am finding cute infants that much more endearing. Yesterday, while procuring delicious sandwiches at a local place that I plan to revisit extremely soon, an adorable little boy with a strong resemblance to Ty looked up at Ty from his stroller and said, "Dada! Dada!" Under normal circumstances, I would find this situation frought with humor and possibilities for jokes, but, there, I just smiled at the cute kid.
Who promptly called me "Dada," too.
I'm really quite lucky, so far. Nothing, at this point, is horrifically wrong. Nevertheless, I have come to the conclusion that, if I were a juror on a murder case in which the defendant was a pregnant woman, I would strongly have to consider acquittal on that basis alone.
EVERYTHING pisses me off. A loud motorcyclist who rears his motor as he passes me leaves me with an urge to reach for a nonexistent gun. Barking dogs. Slow-moving selfish people walking in groups of four on crowded city streets. Menus and flyers left littering my doorstep. Construction. Ordering tea in a restaurant with a bunch of coffee drinkers and never receiving it. This is all stuff that always pissed me off, true, but never at this level.
On the bright side, I am finding cute infants that much more endearing. Yesterday, while procuring delicious sandwiches at a local place that I plan to revisit extremely soon, an adorable little boy with a strong resemblance to Ty looked up at Ty from his stroller and said, "Dada! Dada!" Under normal circumstances, I would find this situation frought with humor and possibilities for jokes, but, there, I just smiled at the cute kid.
Who promptly called me "Dada," too.
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9 Comments:
I had a friend whose toddler used to slap the tv screen--no matter who was on--and yell "Daddy!"
Oy, that sucks about the injections. As if the regular symptoms of pregnancy weren't enough to push you over the edge.
You're not too far from the diagnostic ultrasound and finding out the gender of the babies! And you'll be feeling them move a lot sooner too since they have less room in there. I think that's what will take this whole thing from the abstract for me. So exciting!
Yes, the shots and the raging hormones suck. BUT, the more you show the more reason you have to express those feelings without repercussion. It's like a "Get out of jail free" card. :)
This is probably going to sound incredibly whining. I was falling in love with your blog, until I realized today I was one of your sources of pissed-off-ness. I'm afraid I'm one of those "slow moving fat people", however I'm not sure I've ever traveled in groups of more than two. At any rate, I'll be sure and try to travel in the singluar now. I'm probably hormonal myself to even let this feel even a tiny bit bad, I just hope when you're closer to the end of your pregnancy and maybe toddling a big on the slow side (understandably of course!) that nobody gets annoyed in your direction. Or when you're blocking a sidewalk with a double stroller, despite your best intentions. Darn it, I'm sure with the limitations of the net, that the whole comment sounded bitchy, and I swear it wasn't said/meant that way at all. I just feel sad somehow.
Anonymous, please accept my heartfelt apology. Your comment didn't sound whiny or bitchy at all, and I am sincerely sorry that I made you sad.
"Fat" was an extremely poor word choice and did not convey my meaning either sensitively or accurately. In fact, the particular episode that led me to write that phrase involved four women of average size who seemed deliberately to be taking up a "fat" amount of space--more space than their bodies required--by puffing up their chests, standing far apart from one another with their arms outstretched, and holding each others' hands, while walking extremely slowly--a technique, no doubt, designed to avoid becoming separated from one another in the crowded subway system, but was rather selfish from the point of view of another traveler who had to separate from my own companion in order to attempt to get past them. There were many, many larger, more considerate people all around them who posed no transportation problems for other travelers at all. I was looking for a succinct word to describe behavior wherein one takes up more space than one's body requires, and I couldn't find one, so I unfortunately settled for one that was both inaccurate and insensitive. I have changed the text of my entry to read "selfish" rather than "fat," as that more clearly articulates my gripe.
And, yes, I am already considerably larger (not to mention slower) than usual and am feeling it. And fielding regular comments like, "From now on, you're going to grow exponentially!" and "You're getting huge!" One would think this would make me a tad more sympathetic. Can I get away with chalking my insensitivity up to pregnancy hormones??? Either way, I am deeply, deeply sorry.
What a kindly-worded comment by anonymous, doncha think?
Anyway, when everyone told me the middle trimester was euphoria, I always thought that meant euphoria for my nerves, because they got to take over the entirety of my psyche. As you're experiencing, everything got on my damn nerves. There was no elation, just iration. Hm!
Thank you so much. I don't even have the excuse of being pregnant to blame my emotions on dang it. I'm glad I didn't make things worse by commenting. I think part of what made me sad was how much I love your blog! Thank you for understanding. My sister had twins when I was sixteen (and a built in babysitter) so I think it's awesome, what you're about to experience. Other than the girl always being able to shut her brother IN the toybox with the lid shut, they are doing so great now in college with no lingering effects. Congratulations,,,and wishes for much sleep.
Anonymous, thanks very much for coming back and giving me another chance. I really appreciate it. And am now currently researching lid-free toy boxes. :)
Mignon, you made me feel much better by letting me know that the second trimester wasn't all sunshine and roses for you, either! It's nice not to be puking all the time--that's for sure--but I don't exactly feel calm and wonderful. I'm glad I'm not the only one.
V-Grrrl--I suspect at least one boy for me, as well. 9 out of 10--wow! I'll let you know how your prediction pans out. :)
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