Working, But Not Really…
Hey. So, I’m at my nanny job, but the dad’s here (for reasons that I am as of yet unaware of), and he’s got the baby, so I get to futz around on the computer and blog and hang out with the family’s pit bull, who seems to want some attention, so whatever.
I’m getting hungry. Again.
Another day in the life of the pregnant Atena - I forgot to take my prenatal vitamins today (and possibly yesterday - I can’t remember), and I got so tired. I’m usually very good about taking them, but not today, and around 10:30 am, I was exhausted. Luckily, I found a multivitamin stash in the medicine cabinet of my employers, because I was seriously falling asleep, which isn’t good when you’ve got an Action Baby crawling around, looking for things to play with (aka smash, eat, obliterate, stain, fall-off-of, etc.). There’s no middle ground with the pregnant body (at least, not with my pregnant body), it’s either you take your vitamins, or you go to sleep.
Every seat in America is far too low to the ground. And too soft, and the back is too far back. Argh. I’m sure this will seem less important when I’m no longer front-heavy with a tendancy to lose circulation in my legs, but for now, sitting down has become a pain in the butt. Yes, literally.
But mostly, it’s not a drag - I love being pregnant. I look awesome. My belly is awesome, and sometimes you can see Fetus’ alien swirling movements on the surface. Sometimes it’s like I have a planet rising out of my abdomen. Most of the time I think of it as my enormous third breast, with my now-outie bellybutton as my huge third nipple. The internal baby motion can be a bit disturbing at times, but ultimately pretty cool. (So far) I have been blessed with a good skin, minimal pukage pregnancy, and for that I am grateful.
Anyway, that hunger I mentioned earlier has become more insistent. I’ll be back later - I’ll try to think of something besides being pregnant to talk about (though I make no promises).
Atena McBabymaker
