Freak show.

Quattro saw these women starring at me today and he asked why they were pointing.

I wanted to say "because they are bitches", but I refrained. I mean really people. Pointing?

I don't get it, and neither did he. I told him I didn't know what the big deal was, it wasn't like anyone there was hatched from an egg. He thought that was funny.

But it got me thinking. Because I don't cover up, like wear the damn mumu's that come to mid- thigh (which, let's face it, do NOTHING for your legs except make them look short), am I asking to be pointed at? Or is it just me that makes people want to point? Either way, I really like my pregnant body and I feel I'm lucky because I could hate it, be miserable and buy those ugly mumu's.

Ouch!

I'm certain my ribs are going to be protruding through my skin in the morning. Definitely tomorrow I will wake up to this horror of horrors.

Whether I am sitting down, standing up or laying down- I feel as though a dull butcher knife is making it's way through my chest, in between two ribs, twisting and turning... turning and twisting. Ugh.

But it's not all bad. I have been making some discoveries these past few nights. If I shine a flashlight onto my belly Elvis will turn around. I'm assuming to look at the light... or she could be flipping me the bird and turning her back to it. Either way, it's entertaining. Something's gotta give, my nights are boring. Quattro's asleep, the dogs and cats are asleep and Eddie is somewhere in the midwest. I remember at the end of my pregnancy with Q, we bought all the board games you could play with two people (and a few that needed more players... learning curve) and we'd sit up all night and play. Eddie would of course want to go to sleep but he didn't (mostly) and that is why I kept him around.

I miss him. This sucks, touring is hard all the time but when you are pregnant it is especially tough. Too much alone time when you are on a hormonal rollercoaster (who me?) is dangerous. I bet Eddie has some real hilarious stories of me losing my shit over the last 6 months. He'll wait until the coast is clear (when the kids are grown) before he shares them, with me, of course, but I bet they are good. I laugh at myself sometimes thinking back at my ridiculous outbursts. It is like being abducted by aliens, suddenly rational isn't necessary or even considered. 

What am I talking about? I think I just "outed" myself.

Yes, it's true. I'm human. I mean, I'm better than most but human no less.

26 weeks

Saw the doctor today. It is the last time I will see her in Ballard. It is bittersweet- she is moving out of the hood (which makes appointments very convenient) but she is going to a better hospital, so that is what's important.

The hospital is about 4 miles from here but we're in the city so it'll probably take me 15-20 minutes in traffic. That blows, esp. when I'm going there every week, but I really like this doctor. She's worth following.

Elvis is moving around a bunch but I can tell she is getting strapped for room. She is measuring 31 weeks now, so she is right on track- but right on track means she is 5 weeks ahead of the game. Her measurements have her already in the 90th percentile, Q was born in the 100th, meaning with the percentage of babies born, he was as big they usually get. I say usually because homegirl could out do him, not that I'm too excited about that but she'll be as big as she should be and I'll muscle up and take it.

We are scheduled to have a C section around the 9th of September but we are going to play it cool and see what happens. I am good either way, as long as my doctor thinks she's safe. I don't want them to take her early, so that is the only line I draw- that and if she is still measuring off the god damn charts, I am all ready for my new scar. Beats visiting your new born in the NICU for the first 24 hours- or worse, longer. I don't want to have her go through any stress that Q went through- after all, she's a lady.

We are all really excited about her arrival but I tell ya, we really are looking forward to this summer. We all know how lucky we are and just want to go out there and eat it all up. I can't wait to get over there, in the rental car and start the journey. .. until then, we must finish up school.

Q is ending his 2nd grade year. He has had a great time, learned so much with his amazing teacher. I am SO bummed his time with her is over. She was the only one that ever felt even the least bit of a tug when I took him out of class for a trip. I feel like he is a true citizen of the world and I would like to keep it that way, but with her, I felt he might miss something special. Not that it stopped me. Being around his Dad any time he can is better than everything else, so the guilt wasn't too deep, but she is really something.

I have been feeling really tired lately. My anemia is getting me down a little. The pills are harsh but in a couple of weeks I should notice a difference. My nights aren't met with too much sleep, lots of getting up, tossing about, so dragging ass is how I spend my days. I cover it up with cute dresses, lip gloss and running a brush through my hair. It is amazing how much less like shit you feel when you glance at your reflection and it doesn't look more tired than you actually are. My hands and feet are swollen, I feel like this time it's here to stay. Mind over matter. I have 2 long flights ahead of me where Eddie will no doubt be rubbing my feet and ringing the call button for more ice- but we can manage. When I was pregnant with Q I flew to Paris, nonstop when I was 7 1/2 months pregnant, alone. It was rough- they ran out of meals on that flight... wow, that seems like so long ago. How did I not kill someone? Mind over matter.

Speaking of which. I will now shut this bad boy down and retire to my couch with a book and a cup of green tea- which will no doubt lead to a bowl of hemp granola, it's like a must.

XO

On the road...

I wanted to say, real quick, that I will be keeping a road blog on our upcoming holiday. I'll post the link here, so if you are interested...

Week 25.

I'm a little shocked it has been so long since I've blogged. I guess things started to go good, or did they just get extremely busy? I can't say- either way, I feel great.

I am, apparently, "huge", as was said to me from a mother at school. I took it in stride until I got in the car and started to think of how lame that was. I mean, there's a purpose that we are all aware of. I know she wasn't calling me a fat ass- but really "huge"? I don't think so. I don't feel huge, I do have a rather large belly but it takes a lot of room to grow the quality type I've got going on. There are no puny Daly babies.

But I was bothered. It would be like me seeing her and saying "man, you look old". Is it okay to call me huge cause it will go away and I can't call her old because it won't?

I've been asked if I was having twins- when I was like 3 months pregnant. The chick was being dramatic because I was already showing... well I told her to suck it. I am super proud to sport this bum and even though those bitches got under my skin, it doesn't mean I really take it to heart but I do wish there was a witty, snappy response. I just say "thanks. I think." And to the twin comment, I said "octuplets"

Half way.

20 weeks down and I am getting nervous.

I feel like I'm on the roller coaster. I've made the slow, shaky climb to the top and now I'm looking at the drop. Yep, I'd say that's a pretty good analogy of how I feel right now and it's kinda freaking me out.

WTF was that?

For the last month and a half, I have been suffering. Most of you know that I have finally received steroid injections into my wrists, that have now given me back my life.

I am so thankful, however irritated that it took them (all 6 doctors I saw over the last month and a half) so long. I am just glad to be here- fat and happy.

I have now entered into the "zone". I am 20 weeks this coming week, which blows my mind. I can hardly believe it. If it weren't for my stomach growing by the second, I'd swear I have 7 or 8 months left. 

This time has flown by, now that my misery is over, I look back and it is such a blur. I don't even feel the need to go through how bad it got, it was so bad. I can take a lot, I am not a pussy- but I felt very close to my breaking point a few times over the last 6 weeks... I'm glad to be done with it.

Today we got a last minute call from some friends, so Q and I scrapped our dinner plans (cereal) and headed over to an impromptu  BBQ. It was nice to get out and socialize a little- hard without Eddie though. I feel like the longer he is gone the less I want to do without him. I am really getting sick of this Europe business. He has been there 10 out of the last 12 weeks and I am just over it. Although I do hope he is having fun, enjoying his career and all the fantastic things he gets to do.

I'm going to sign off. This wasn't very "baby bloggy" but that's only because this girl is really tired.

JD