Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh.
A nice steady something-or-other beats per minute. The baby is just fine, great even, and I am doing just fine myself now, great even.
I didn't realize how much it had been bugging me - the not knowing for sure if everything was OK - until after the appointment today. I felt a sudden whoosh myself - a whoosh of energy as we left the clinic and Bella and I went to a coffee shop and shared a bran muffin and then did grocery shopping where I bought ingredients for my favorite recipe - Chicken Tikka Masala. Look at me go!
I think yesterday's wah-wah post was related to me feeling worried about the baby, but trying not to feel worried about the baby. I was choosing to focus on the seemingly endless nausea to spare my brain the frightening thoughts of what could happen at the midwife appointment. Sure, I still feel gross, especially in the mornings and at night, but it's OK. [Remember that self: IT'S OK. THIS TOO SHALL PASS.]
Also? Husband told the midwife that I have dirty hair. She was commenting on Bella's curls and asked where she got them. I made some comment about how I have wavy hair, but my curls usually get brushed out and that I tend to wear my hair up. And Husband, dear, special Husband, pipes in "Yeah, she wear it like that when it's dirty." I washed my hair yesterday afternoon AND showered this morning, thankyouverymuch. AM NOT DIRTY RIGHT NOW WHY ARE YOU TELLING MEDICAL PROVIDERS THAT I AM DIRTY?
Sigh.
Was this better or worse than the time he went on and on about my semi-albino and flat nipples (um, make that formerly semi-albino and flat nipples - YES YOU DID WANT TO KNOW THAT) to the midwife two years ago? It's debatable.
PS - Announced on Facebook. Whee! Attention for me!!! Here is what I wrote:
I'm glad you're feeling better. Sometimes a little reassurance goes a long way. I would also like to come over for dinner haha. Looking up your recipe now.
ReplyDeleteYour Tikka Masala recipe is fabulous! It gives me an excuse to light the grill (even in winter) Good Luck and Thanks for sharing. Happy New Year to you and yours.
ReplyDeleteYAY for a great appointment! there's nothing like that flood of relief knowing your bean is beaning away! woot!
ReplyDeleteand last nite, after approximately TWELVE THOUSAND HOURS of travel with a BABY, we're waiting at baggage claim and i say to clay
"should i cut bangs? these little wispies are totally ruining me."
and he goes
"well first of all, you should wash your hair."
i basically didn't speak to him for the rest of the nite.
(i love how i randomly use your comments section to talk about my weird marital bickerings?)
bye!
Thanks all!
ReplyDeleteBJA - A big reason I held off telling Husband about being pregnant the day I found out was because it was the same day we traveled to Mexico and spent a million hours in planes, taxis, vans, and other forms of transportation. The crabbiness level? Oh, a bit high. Just a bit.