I feel like that's writing for me in the midst of life. Sometimes I just need to slow down enough to collect myself, put on dry clothes, wipe my nose, and go back into the storm. I apologize if you guys have been wanting to hear more from me on this blog, I admit I've been a sucky content-creator as of late. But if you haven't noticed, well, no harm no foul?
Anyway, Giant Man and I have recently started a new chapter in our lives, one of excitement, nervousness, and a tiny bladder (on my part anyway). For those who haven't heard, we're pregnant!
Well, I'm pregnant. GM is more of a "supporting assist", though he's done a good job at satisfying my pregnancy craziness. This will probably show my ignorance, but I thought pregnancy would be a lot easier than it has been. I mean, I knew it wasn't going to be sunshine and roses... but, it seemed like my mom (who influenced my pregnancy illusion) never got morning sickness, had energy, and seemed relatively like "business as usual" during her pregnancies.
Being with (a half-giant) child myself, I have come to understand that I wasn't paying close attention to my mom while pregnant. Or noticing what happens behind closed doors in the early hours of the day, when suddenly the need for a specific type of food is strongly desired because your inner-child (literally) feels like they NEED IT OR BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN.
Ah, the joys of motherhood is flowering before me already.
I guess I expected to at least keep my food down like my mom did. She really never had morning sickness, so I thought it was abnormal to have. Yeah... turns out my mom lucked out by being the weird one. And I became very acquainted with my body tugging my gut as if to say, "Brace Yourself! The eggs are in revolt and are coming up the hatch!"
I think food was just using my weakened stomach to get back at me for all the times I indulged myself in eating their brethren. But, that's probably just the pregnancy brain talking.
You probably don't want to read about my adventures in bodily fluids, so I'll wrap it up. Luckily, the nausea and vomit are behind me and well secured in the 1st Trimester. Being at 21 weeks, I am officially over-the-hump and dealing with new sensations as the miracle of life takes place inside my body.
New sensations like, stretch marks. And cramps. And the need to consume toaster strudels, ice cream, and steak (at different times, though I wouldn't put it past food cravings to design a weird type of "sundae" sometime in the future) every day.
I don't know how I would go through this without my other, taller, half. GM has been so patient, so kind, so nurturing, so willing to put on pants to drive to the closest Walmart to buy me food because everything we currently have is not good enough according to Mini Myers. There is no doubt in my mind he'll be a great father. I mean, he's already protecting the little M&M.
For example, I want to take newborn pictures with the baby in some sort of alien-looking spaceship and filter them to look old, hide them in the attic, and whenever M&M asks to see their birth certificate, I'll get really weird about it and skirt around the subject. Then, one day, they'll go the attic, find the pictures, and assume we found them in the ship!
GM said no.
I called him a party pooper.
He didn't budge.
I'll work on him. I really am excited to be a mom though. In-between my body figuring out this baby-making internal process, I have started to feel M&M move and it's a feeling that honestly changes my life.
I realize this post is getting a little long and you might be bored, sorry. So let me bullet point the last of these updates.
- GM graduated with his Master's Degree!! Which left him barely alive, slightly crazy, and us needing to leave our apartment because it's student housing.
- In case you didn't guess from above, we moved! But now we're both about 5-10 minutes away from work (however, we both can work from home, so... yeah...), we have a pool, and a 24-hour gym we don't use but will definitely list as one of the pros of our apartment complex when we are talking to friends and family.
Here are some other pros that student housing didn't have: - A high enough ceiling so GM doesn't hit his head anymore.
- A double sink
- Two bedrooms
- Storage space
- Room to walk side by side across the living room.
- A dishwasher
- A washer and dryer in unit, which means we don't have to worry about setting timers to change over the clothes right when they're finished in order to be considerate to other residents.
(I could go on, but I won't) - GM and I are in a new ward, and we teach the 6-7 year olds in Primary. They are pretty fun and way more intelligent than the CTR 6 manual gives them credit for.
- I got a new laptop. Mine pretty much exploded internally. It's not a huge thing, I just think it's cool that my keyboard has red lights behind it now.
I think that's all the big stuff, if not, I'll write a new post. I've said it before, and I'm just going to hint at it again... I want to write more. I feel like I need to get back into my groove with typing, so I'm going to do it here.
Thanks for baring with me as I ramble about things. If there is one thing I learned in these last few months, it's that life can always get in the way, but we'll make time for the things that are important to us.
And remember, never bathe in hot oil and bisquick. Bye!
