The last few days have been considerably kinder to me than in recent weeks. I'm able to eat more, hug my toilet less, and get to work earlier than ten o'clock. However, I've been so tired come nighttime that all I can do is zone out on the couch, nevermind there's a TLF soundtrack to create and blog materials to research and a sink full of dishes that aren't going to clean themselves, you know.
I also need to ponder why I'm still losing weight.
WEIGHT ON 2/28: 135.6
CURRENT WEIGHT: 130.4
TOTAL PREGNANCY POUNDS GAINED: -5.2
It's not a huge deal, I guess, but when I think about how I usually float between 137 and 139 pounds, it becomes more significant. A doctor's appointment is scheduled for next week to check my progress in this area, so hopefully I can at least maintain my current weight until then.
Things haven't been too exciting since I last posted. Luke returned from a three-day trip to Louisiana on Friday night, and we decided to exchange anniversary presents a few hours early. I received the Cherish figurine from the Willow Tree line (love love love Willow Tree!), and my husband was presented with a scrapbook of mementos documenting our courtship, wedding, and honeymoon. Since traditional first-anniversary gifts are paper, I tried to include all sorts of related items: movie stubs, concert tickets, the message slip documenting my first phone call to his newspaper, even the check I wrote to pay for him at the bachelor auction. All that and pictures, too! I came up with the idea on Thursday night and immediately scampered off to Target to buy the necessary supplies. The muse of craftiness kept me and the baby awake until two in the morning cutting and pasting and cursing and farting, and the muse of exhaustion woke me up just long enough to turn off my alarm so I could call in to work. It was worth it, though, because Luke seemed to like it--maybe not as much as lil' Freke and I liked it--but it was appreciated nonetheless, so GO ME.
We spent the afternoon feasting on pasta at the Macaroni Grill and shaking our heads in disbelief at Spider-Man 3; Luke is much more generous with his review than me, but I didn't like it, not the plot, the personality changes in Peter Parker, the one-dimensional take on the villains, or the predictable death at the end (I'm not even going to count that as a spoiler, because at least one person has bitten the dust in every Spidey flick thus far). It pains me to say these things, because I truly loved the first two movies, and I adore Tobey Maguire, but still. Thumbs down, Sam Raimi.
On Sunday, we visited our first maternity store. That was, um, interesting.
The clothes, for the most part, were beautiful, and looking around, I actually became excited thinking about all the classy outfits I could wear. Hell, I'll probably look more put-together in two months than I do right now, simply because my ever-changing shape will make me self-conscious enough to put forth extra effort in how I present myself. I found my first tummy tube, delighted at the idea of wearing my pre-pregnancy pants a few weeks longer, and pulled no fewer than eight tops into the dressing room to try on. And when I saw the belly belt hanging on the wall, I almost squealed like a pig. It was the ultimate dress-up dream.
Until I put it all on. Then I felt ridiculous, because wearing the belt gave the impression that my stomach was popping a boner instead of housing a human being, and anyway, I have no baby belly to speak of and therefore no business buying clothes that only come with a ten-day return policy, because who knows where I'll gain weight? Who knows how fat I'll get? I could have a ginormous ass and flabby arms or I could be all belly or I could gain a little bit everywhere and in general look like a chubby hot mess. So I bought the tummy tube, a pair of lounge shorts, and a sleeveless yellow top that I should be able to fill out sometime before August and dragged Luke back to the car, where I cried a little bit and sipped on the shake I would later regurgitate the minute we got home.
If that's not enough of an update for you, we also shopped around for a new cell phone provider. Feel free to share your thoughts on Cingular, Verizon, and Sprint, though I've been a Cingular customer for about three years and haven't been terribly impressed with the service. I also spotted the resident baby geese loitering around our apartment building today and got Luke to take this picture:
This so belongs on a Jones soda bottle.