Heartburn!

Yikes. I remember this, it's all rushing back to me now. Like a flow of hot magma, searing through my chest and percolating up my throat. I'd kill a drifter to get my hands on a stack of Tums but it's late and the hotel has nothing. I'd send Eddie out searching but I am some sort of masochist tonight. I suffer for his relaxation.
I weighed myself in Manchester yesterday in a pharmacy. It spit out a slip with the wight printed on it, I was a bit relieved the machine didn't shout out the number but I am pretty proud of my weight- after all I am having a baby, not laying an egg. So I am looking at the paper and it has my weight in stones. It was awesome, you hear "stones" in movies and things but I never really knew they used the term. Well, they use it lightly because I asked the pharmacist how many pounds was in a stone and he didn't really know. Then again at the cafe, I asked the waitress and she didn't seem quite sure either. Anyway, I have gained a whopping 3 lbs on this trip. I was SHOCKED!! That's it?! I have been eating the best stuff they've got out here and everything comes with bread- it has been delicious and I just really thought I would have gained a cool 10 lbs. So I guess all the stairs I have been taking are doing their thing. My shirts are getting shorter but my pants still fit. Which is good, the shopping is great over here but it is so damn expensive. I have to think about that baby I will need to clothe in a few short months. She, on the other hand has picked up quite a collection of European duds. Hey, I have to splurge. I never wanted to go to school wearing the same thing as everyone else. Since I was young, so I am hoping to pass on the family tradition.

Less than 3 months now

It is hard to travel when you are looking down the ass end of 6 months pregnant, but I am not complaining... not too much anyway.

The braxton hicks are starting to get a little tighter than before. I remember all of this from before but it is a little nerve racking when you are out of the country. Not that I am staying up nights (for that reason) but I'm being careful, cautious. I have been trying to drink a ton of water but for some reason I have been craving coffee.

28 weeks this week, it is hard to believe I have less than 3 months. I am looking forward to the end of this but at the same time, I'm nervous. About the usual stuff I guess. The late nights, early mornings, diapers and constant feedings... sounds a little like being on tour...

Could it be?

That my clothes are shrinking?

Seems as though they are... hmmm, what to do, what to do.

I guess it's that time in the tour to start shopping?

Boo.

Someone sent me the news that there are some real class acts on the bands message board talking their usual shit about a choice in baby name. I thought I should write on there and tell them all to suck it but I think I'll just say this to all that think they know what Eddie and I should name our next child... oh wait, never mind. I don't care. Go ahead and suck it.

XO

JD

Swollen feet that I can't shake

It's been a few days since we've been off the plan and still my feet are HUGE! I don' t know what else to do. I walk, I rub, I'm on diuretics... it just doesn't seem to help.

I brought this heart monitor that I bought from Target and it kicks ass. It's by Summer or something like that and it really works. I get to listen to Elvis everyday which is really a relief for me. I wonder, I worry and it is nice to hear that speedy drum beat whenever the mood strikes. Like this morning, the boys were asleep and I laid on the bed and listened to her swirl around and kick me- then my stomach started to growl and man is it loud on those things! So I woke up said boys and we went down to the lobby to eat. Buffets in Europe are a whole lot better than the ones in the states. We book htls based on the "free breakfast" because 9 times out of 10 it will be better than breakfast in a restaurant or similar, but cheaper and who doesn't like cheaper? esp. when you are paying these gas prices- 1.40 euros for a liter today.

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.