It’s the same old shit going on, but I’m busier than ever. (Hence, the lack of posting.)
My summer semester is in full gear – and I’m glad I didn’t take the third online class, as I’d fought to be allowed to do. One of my classes runs on a tight 4 day schedule . Sunday/Thursday things are due and new units begin. I’m a little aggravated that he keeps all the units locked until 12:01 am, right after the previous assignment was due & gets locked down – because this means you can’t work ahead. But at least I can still READ ahead, and do tutorials ahead, and that’s really the bulk of it.
My other class, pssht. Whatever. I’m 3 weeks ahead. The first few units are on things that I’ve worked with and taught, myself, for the past 10+ years. XHTML, CSS and “Web 2.0.” That’s my life. I’m waiting till we ge to the GOOD stuff, the reason I signed up for this class – JavaScript and Ajax and XML.
Not that ANY of that means anything to you.
So that’s what I’ve been doing. Sitting inside, on my laptop, reading & coding almost all freakin’ day. And I realize I need to get out more, but I’m also in work mode – which means when I start coding, I don’t move.
HOWEVER. My new maternity bathing suit (there is no denying I’ve got somethin’ in the oven now) finally arrived – I’m not thrilled with it, but it’ll do. I’m not planning on entering a beauty pageant, that’s for sure. (But what the fuck? It’s MATERNITY and yet still there is never enough room for my boobs. Non maternity clothes are made for women with less than D cups and maternity stuff is apparently made for them to MAYBE go up to a full C or small D. I’m just sayin’. I’m buxom. And I’m hanging out.)
I like the yoga for making me feel ready for all the childbirth stuff – I’ve done yoga on and off for at least a decade, but I’ve been much more steady with it over the past couple years AND I’ve actually seen progress for once. Progress as in I’ve been able to keep my flat feet on the floor for Downward Facing Dog for the past year. And I can do all the bendy poses full-on. I’ve been one of those people that the new people in yoga look at and think I must have been doin this for awhile.
BUT I don’t feel like yoga really keeps me in the kind of shape I want to be kept in. There’s this picture of me from one of my trips to Mexico – my hair is almost down to my butt and I’m wearing a black french bikini and oh, the golden that is my skin. I try not to look at that picture very often.
So I’ve decided to hit the pool a few times a week and though I’m limited to “aqua jogging” (something I CANNOT say without giggling), it’ll certainly do some good. I wish I’d noticed this pool over a year ago – it’s blocks from our house and freakin’ CHEAP. Plus, it’s for exercising and real swimming, so now crowds of people just wanting to cool off to contend with.
And, of course, swimming is one of the best things you can do while pregnant, so there ya go.
I expected to be freaking out about the pregnancy/body changing thing, but once again, I’ve surprised myself. I’ve adapted quite well. Maybe because, while this time is flying by, it all crept up on me in a rather subtle way. Pregnancy – especially those first three months – has been a breeze for me. And while I have days of feeling like I look fat & monstrous in everything and I’ll be damned if I let anyone take my picture, for the most part I just don’t give it any thought.
Then there’s the marriage thing, which… oh, don’t even get me started. We had a plan – have a plan – that we’re happy with, but then I got this email from my Dad that made me sob, which then made Mr Nikki (aka Hank) feel guilty about HIS parents (long story for another post) and now we’re second-guessing and it’s a PAIN IN THE ASS.
But anyway. My concession to everyone is, since my Dad, in particular, has whined about referring to the baby as “it,” and Mr Nikki keeps begging – I will go ahead and let them tell us if it’s a he or a she at the next appointment on the 14th. I’m 20 weeks tomorrow and nearly 21 weeks at the next appointment and they’ve said they should be able to tell. (I hope so, or I’ll never hear the end of it.)
I wanted to wait, but it seems like the benefits of finding out far outweigh the reasons for waiting. The biggest benefit being keeping the men in my life happy. Isn’t that funny? My mom & I are relatively unsappy – especially me. I avoid emotional situations/outbursts/scenes at all costs. But my Dad and Mr Hank? Giddier and more sentimental and emotional than women, I tell ya.