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If you’re in a chirpy mood, skip this post. I have a
man cold. I’m grumpy.
I’m pretty sure the week before last – the one where I
had all the energy and glowiness – was all I’m going to get of that amazing
second trimester the books talk about. The “Ugh, I feel yukky” first
trimester lasted until about 21 weeks, and now, at 26 weeks, I’ve hit the “I am
perpetually uncomfortable” third trimester. I have pain in my groin (? or
pelvis? the part where my legs join my body) when I start to walk, which makes
me never want to walk anywhere ever. I should probably ask someone professional
about it, if only for an anatomy lesson.
I’m still feeling ridiculously heavy. I can’t stand up
or sit down without saying “Oof.” You know how on The Biggest Loser they always have that day where the contestants trek
up a mountain, and the trainers add weight to their backpacks as they go, and
then they reach the top and drop the bag and cry and hug and reflect on the
meaning of life? I feel like I’m two thirds of the way up that giant mountain; I still have three months of climbing to go. This is not helping with the grumpiness.
Moses fell through the gap between the train and the platform
the other day, and I keep replaying his frightened squeal and panicked look in
my mind. Fortunately I was holding his hand; I immediately pulled him up and into my arms
as if he weighed nothing, and it wasn’t until later that I had a chance to think
through what had happened, and what could have happened. Now it haunts me every
time I lie down to sleep. Plus, Alan and I are rehashing the same fight we’ve
had for the last seven-or-so years, just to see if it’s more interesting this time
around. IT’S NOT.
And now I have a man cold (it’s just an ordinary cold,
but I’m not coping with it very well), so the two positions I’m comfortable
sleeping in are out because my nose needs to be on exactly the right angle in
order for me to be able to breathe. (When it tilts up, snot stores up. And when
it tilts down, snot comes down. But when it tilts only halfway up, snot goes
neither up nor down.) Trying to get some sleep is just a hoot right now.
So I’ve been wanting to write positive posts about
seasons of life and discipline, but my efforts have been terrible because all I
really want to do is rant. Dear John
is a stupid movie, I don’t care what the girls in our youth Bible study say. Yes,
I cried at the dad-son-bonding scene, but that’s because I cry at all dad-son-bonding
scenes. The rest of it was stupid.
It annoys me when people smugly tell you that they
don’t watch TV, only to reveal moments later that they watch DVDs of TV shows
instead. How is that any different to watching TV? Can you be justifiably smug
if you’re still wasting the same amount of time minus ads? I don’t get it.
Don’t dis TV, man. TV introduced me to Portlandia,
and that show was one of the few things that made me laugh this week. TV’s my
friend.
Also, why is it okay these days for people with smart
phones to pull them out and do things on them at any point during a
conversation? I thought that doing anything on your phone during a conversation
was rude, but I’ve noticed it’s only users of dumb phones who act like this
rule still applies. Also, there’s inevitably a point now in every gathering,
about four-fifths of the way through (I’ve been studying it), when every person
with a smart phone will pull it out and a conversation about apps will begin. I
thought this was a teenager thing; turns out it’s a smart phone thing. Smart
phones suck.
Colds suck. Accidents suck. Fights suck.
This week sucked.
Love this post. A real good old fashioned whinge and I can feel the catharsis.
ReplyDeleteDear John was indeed overrated. I even liked the leads. Nicholas Sparks stories have entirely too much melodrama and him comparing himself to Shakespeare is just laughable.
ReplyDeleteI also hate it when people say they don't watch TV but watch TV shows on DVD.
With the pregnancy pain, I really hope it's not PGP! Please make sure you get it checked out. I remember what it's like not being able to walk very much when I was pregnant.
Also, I hope you feel better soon and that this week is a marked improvement!
You're right - the problem with Dear John wasn't the actors, it was the story. I wasn't a huge fan of The Notebook, either; I think I should avoid anything Nicholas Sparks-y in future, although I really liked A Walk to Remember (years ago...maybe I should watch it again to see if I'm less tolerant of melodrama now that I'm older).
DeleteI just googled, "What is PGP" and was told it's a type of paintball pistol. I'm pretty sure I don't have that, but will go find out if it's the other PGP! :)