Pregnancy encompasses many not-pretty things. This is one of them.

Late last night on a forum some girls were laughing over how going commando (sans-underwear, for those who don’t know) is certainly not an option during pregnancy. We were all talking, of course, about the copious amounts of fluids that just sort of hang out down below.

Not an hour later I got up to go to the kitchen to put the kettle on the stove, then go to the washroom. In that order. (Bad idea.) I dutifully put my underwear and pants on, made my way into the kitchen… and promptly sneezed and peed myself. Ugh. Oh yeah. There’s that reason, too.

Did I mention I’ve been stuffed up since I got home? I think it’s just my sinuses adjusting to the cold here, or whatever change in environment. All I know is that I keep sneezing. You can always tell it’s me sneezing, since instead of, “Excuse me!” you’ll hear, “God damnit, not again!!” After the second time changing my underwear today I gave in and wore a panty-liner.

Middle of the night, laying here poking around shopping sites on my laptop, I feel the mounting need to pee, probably excaberated by the little one dancing around in there, jiggling things that probably shouldn’t be jiggled. Finally I get up the energy to heave myself out of bed (yes, this takes effort and planning)… and while doing so, managed to swallow wrong. I needed to cough. Bad. But here I am, naked, bladder full. Coughing would be very very bad, I am sure of this. So I end up making a mad dash to the toilet, choking and trying desperately not to cough. Yep, good times people. Good times. (You’ll be relieved to know I made it.)

Oh kid, how much you are going to hate reading this journal. I think I’m going to get it printed and bound, just for you. Maybe your wife will someday find it hysterical.

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My legs are really quite angry with me about the long travel day. I had a very restless, sore night last night, punctuated with a calf cramp or two. All day I’ve been fighting foot cramps, I have to keep massaging them out and flexing my feet very very carefully. And I bought some bananas.

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More online “window” shopping tonight. Because it’s the next best thing to actually spending money.

I want a silver “first year” frame. Baby’s First Year Boxed Frame – Circles or maybe this one My First Year Frame – Ovals

This Wendy Bellissimo outfit is way too cute, but it only comes in size Newborn. :( Waahhhh. Devin will probably be in newborn for all of a week. But gosh is that ever cute.

For a baby memory book I finally chose the Carter’s Train book and I cannot wait to get it!

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Damnit, why was I tired at 9pm and now at 3am I’m WIDE awake (and starving, of course). I think I’m going to have to go find some food – again – before I can even attempt to sleep. There will be no sleeping while my stomach is growling.

I will point out, however, that I went grocery shopping yesterday and bought only good foods: fruits, orange juice, yogurt, whole-grain bread and cereal. I feel better about myself already. It is very hard to avoid the chocolates, now that I’ve gotten my sweet tooth back (always been my problem), but the numbers on the scale have scared me enough that I have been scared back into healthy eating. LOL I just keep reminding myself that it’s what Devin needs. I allowed myself to be a pig for two whole weeks… now it’s back to reality. And it’s not as if I’m starving myself or forcing myself to eat foods that I hate… I still don’t eat things if I don’t like them. But the apples and pears and Cheerios and toast… I like it a lot. I just need to avoid the junky foods, that’s all.

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I really am hating this stuffed nose. I had gotten used to living in a state of half-cloggedness, but now suddenly I can’t breathe at night. I am irritated. That’s half the reason I am not sleeping well… my bed is comfortable as all heck, but soon as I lay down I can’t breathe! (Heck, I can barely breathe sitting up, right now.) I hope this is a passing phase.