My oh my…what a busy three months it has been. In the (okay, I’ll admit it) hiatus since the last post, we have welcomed back shows we fell in love with (hey you and you and girl, we can’t forget about you), found out that our Baby Gaga does in fact have a penis (and we’re okay with that), wrapped up the spring semester (with graduation brings the sweet release of summer) while simultaneously wrapping up the second trimester (oh hello….you).
We have several friends who do wonderful jobs of blogging their family lives. I’d like to say that I do a wonderful job of regularly reading their blogs whilst quietly hiding the shame of my infrequent updates. Ironic, I know, given how much Corey and I sit on the internet – you’d think we’d be updating all the time. But no…we’re just gluttonous consumers of electronic information. Something tells me that the next three months will hopefully have us a bit more on the posting upswing.
And as we sit and watch The Flintstones on ABC Family (yes, that Flintstones), watching a pre-Sex and the City/Desperate Housewives Kyle McLachlan and pre-Oscar Halle Berry rocking and rolling with an always awesome John Goodman, I can’t help but reminisce on what is about the trimester that’s about to become ancient history itself.
Dear Second Trimester:
It’s been fun, kid. Really – it has. You ushered away the nausea and brought a swell to my belly and a swagger to my step. Some people call it a waddle…but I find that uncouth. Sure, some of the longer days left me with swollen feet – but my innie is still an innie and I’ve continued to fight off any super gnarly stretch marks thus far (knocking on wood). I fell in love with elastic waistbands and continued mobility. The little flutters I felt at the beginning of the trimester have been met with increasingly strong pokes and kicks – and eventually – seeing my belly swish and twitch like an old school Sigourney Weaver film. We had the nursery painted and crib, dresser and changing table assembled while bending and squatting wasn’t so burdensome yet. True, with you came the start of grunting as I navigated my expanding girth, but I’ve survived thus far. And for whatever reason, I’ve become more cold-natured than I’ve ever been before. Of everything – you brought new sensations and a hope that I may not go over the edge this summer.
But now, things are changing. On the calendar, the third trimester began yesterday…but like The Police I could feel it coming in the air. Since the start of May, it’s been the big slow down. Daily naps, exhaustion, heartburn, back pain, RIB CAGE PAIN (I mean…seriously?) and a host of other lovely symptoms. Sure, everyone sighs at the “You’ve got a long summer ahead of you” when they hear that we’re counting down to August, but at least it’s during my ‘off-season’ so I won’t be too terribly stressed out. Other than, you know, that whole waiting to give birth thing.
So I bid you farewell, spring semester and second trimester. You’ve been great. Now if you don’t mind, I have to go gnaw on some antacids to fix that heartburn that my cinnamon rolls gave me.
Yum.
If it’s true that our species is alone in the universe, then I’d have to say the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little
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