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Week 7. The Blueberry.
A Perfect Blueberry
Supposedly that’s what I have growing in my uterus. Having not seen it for a week now, I’m a bit skeptical. I just don’t feel pregnant. I certainly don’t feel NOT pregnant either. I just feel… weird.
With Monkey, I was on a much higher done of progesterone and I was on estrogen. He was a fresh cycle, and I had over 20 eggs retrieved and was fat, bloated and sick pretty much from day one. There was never any doubt that I was pregnant. If I wasn’t actively eating, I was fetal position on the bathroom floor.
There was also fear of miscarriage as it hadn’t yet happened to me.
This time I’m fine. A little too fine for comfort. I really wish I could just start each morning with a good heave and know that things were moving forward. Instead my symptoms are slight and noncommittal.
Filed under Knocked Up
I don’t… feel right
I don't feel right.
It started on Saturday. Having lunch, with friends, the only thing on the menu that looks good it the bacon cheese burger.
Bacon.
Burger.
It’s been nearly three months since I’ve been able to stomach the idea of meat. I ate over half of it (and had the WORST. stomach. ache. ever). Then the next day, because we were staying at a hotel, I didn’t get breakfast for TWO HOURS after I woke up.
And I didn’t get sick.
Then? When we got home that night? I took the dog for a walk and I was able to walk up the hill on the way home WITHOUT taking a break to nap on the sidewalk. I even made it up the stairs to the front door with out feeling like my heart was going to pound it’s way out of my chest.
Then?!?
I cleaned out the fridge WHILE cooking dinner. Cooking dinner AND cleaning AT THE SAME TIME.
Filed under Knocked Up
Who says I’m not interested in sex?!
As long as I got a good night sleep, and have made it past the morning sickness by eating at least twice and napping at least once, like… after 2 pm. Or 3 pm even. And as long as I haven’t had any obligations other then watching tv, napping, eating and PERHAPS, walking the dog, and as long as I haven’t smelled anything too stinky, and as long as I haven’t accidentally read anything about a miscarriage…
And as long as it’s not too late. Like, earlier then 7pm. 6pm even.
And as long as there is no jiggling, shaking, smells or sudden movements.
Then I’m TOTALLY interested in sex!
8 weeks down. 4 weeks till the second trimester and the last taste of normal I will see for the next 18 years.
Not that my life so far has been … “normal.”
Anyway… off to the spanking factory to dress up some stranger in a frilly pink sissy dress, humiliate, degrade and beat them while trying not to barf.
Filed under Knocked Up, The Spanking Factory
Power Through This!
We have a ton of social obligations this weekend and I’m trying to make it through them all, however, at the 3rd of 4th this evening I’m standing in a bar, talking to friends, up past my new progesterone inspired bedtime, when the smell of all the booze, and the food and the people and the crowd and the standing in the heels, suddenly I feel like I’m going to pass out.
Or throw up.
Or perhaps, for the most effect on the friends I’m with who I’ve not seen in ages, both. At the same time.
One friend who knows my situation hunts down the one chair in the place and we park me within dodging distance of the bathroom AND a trash can. That helps as long as there are people there to distract me, but an hour later they’re all heading out to the next party. I spy my drunken, completely charming husband standing, perhaps wobbling even, with his back to me through 15 feet of stinky drunken crowd.
Filed under Knocked Up
Too tired to write about it
Too tired to write about it
Life in the fast lane haszzzzzzz…..
Two quick questions here before I doze off in a puddle of my own drool. The first being obvious from the title – How do you deal with working when all you really want to do is doze on the couch.
Or the recliner.
Or the bathroom floor.
Or the stairs.
Or any where really.
I can deal with the morning sickness – put food in mouth. Early and Often. Realize you are only going to feel like you are going to throw up. Probably won’t actually throw up. Even if you do, it won’t make you feel better. And what ever you do – don’t walk by the 21 year old’s open bedroom door. No problem.
But the extreme sleepies? And I have three hours of session time in the dungeon today. Three hours. In heels. On physically and mentally. Being creative, witty and calculating. Really? I’ve no idea how I’m going to make it through this. Any suggestions?
Filed under The Spanking Factory, Trying To Breed
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