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Are the pregnancy posts starting to get annoying? It's obviously the most interesting thing going on in my life right now and something I'm thinking about a lot, but I could see how it might get boring for others. Should I start a filter or something?
I lost another dress last night. This one I don't think is coming back in a year--I bent over and riiiiipppp basically stuck my ass through the back. There is a giant hole all the way up the butt. It's near a seam for most of it, but I'd lose probably an inch of fabric to repair, and I'm not sure it would still fit afterwards. I'm trying to decide whether to try to hold onto it and repair it nine months from now when I might be back in the neighborhood of my original size. Fortunately, it's an inexpensive H&M dress from a couple years ago that I already lost the belt to, so no huge loss.
I'm having increasingly vivid but incoherent dreams. (This is apparently normal for pregnancy.) So take the immersion of my normal dreams, turn it up to 11, and then chop them apart and reassemble them. I had one last night where my dad was insisting on a repeat of the great Freedom Trail debacle (no Dad, we don't have to stop at every house, I swear). Only they were medallions of famous people set in the sidewalk, and it was a combination of Boston, DC, and Italy. I could draw you a map of the layout if you wanted. It included monuments and a World's Fair site and some kind of special area near the harbor that someone important was from. We were in an indoor gallery with dark wood panelling debating about whether the pub was open for lunch yet when Loki took a sword and cut Odin in half, to Thor's dismay. Loki's alien robot soldiers took over the entire city, and we got pushed out beyond the special harbor area and exiled from the city. I had to live in a refugee camp and was trying to put together something approximating an appropriate living space by combining what in the dream I knew to be my college a cappella group's room and my brother's childhood bedroom furniture (although now that I'm awake, I realize it was neither of these things). There were a lot of sheets with holes in them and haphazardly nailed boards over doors and fires in oil drums. (Where do you get oil drums to set hobo fires in, anyway?) A bunch of us got drafted to go fight, only it turned out we were actually going to raid Qurac (DC Comics' fictional alternative to war torn Middle Eastern countries). The Queen of the Amazons was completely sure we were going to win, so much so that she made three or four of us practice a dance routine for the victory celebration. I was gravely concerned that my costume, whose shirt was white polyester with Mamma Mia style enormous flowing sleeves but laced up the front with probably a good inch and a half gap all the way up for cleavage and belly to show through, was inappropriate for Muslim audiences and would get us in trouble. I woke up with one of our numbers, Adele's "Someone Like You", stuck in my head.
In other news, I miss my old exercise routine. The pregnancy workouts aren't nearly as vigorous, which is good since I can't handle the old ones anymore. But I already miss my ab muscles. I worked really hard for those, and I can feel them going away. Le sigh.
I lost another dress last night. This one I don't think is coming back in a year--I bent over and riiiiipppp basically stuck my ass through the back. There is a giant hole all the way up the butt. It's near a seam for most of it, but I'd lose probably an inch of fabric to repair, and I'm not sure it would still fit afterwards. I'm trying to decide whether to try to hold onto it and repair it nine months from now when I might be back in the neighborhood of my original size. Fortunately, it's an inexpensive H&M dress from a couple years ago that I already lost the belt to, so no huge loss.
I'm having increasingly vivid but incoherent dreams. (This is apparently normal for pregnancy.) So take the immersion of my normal dreams, turn it up to 11, and then chop them apart and reassemble them. I had one last night where my dad was insisting on a repeat of the great Freedom Trail debacle (no Dad, we don't have to stop at every house, I swear). Only they were medallions of famous people set in the sidewalk, and it was a combination of Boston, DC, and Italy. I could draw you a map of the layout if you wanted. It included monuments and a World's Fair site and some kind of special area near the harbor that someone important was from. We were in an indoor gallery with dark wood panelling debating about whether the pub was open for lunch yet when Loki took a sword and cut Odin in half, to Thor's dismay. Loki's alien robot soldiers took over the entire city, and we got pushed out beyond the special harbor area and exiled from the city. I had to live in a refugee camp and was trying to put together something approximating an appropriate living space by combining what in the dream I knew to be my college a cappella group's room and my brother's childhood bedroom furniture (although now that I'm awake, I realize it was neither of these things). There were a lot of sheets with holes in them and haphazardly nailed boards over doors and fires in oil drums. (Where do you get oil drums to set hobo fires in, anyway?) A bunch of us got drafted to go fight, only it turned out we were actually going to raid Qurac (DC Comics' fictional alternative to war torn Middle Eastern countries). The Queen of the Amazons was completely sure we were going to win, so much so that she made three or four of us practice a dance routine for the victory celebration. I was gravely concerned that my costume, whose shirt was white polyester with Mamma Mia style enormous flowing sleeves but laced up the front with probably a good inch and a half gap all the way up for cleavage and belly to show through, was inappropriate for Muslim audiences and would get us in trouble. I woke up with one of our numbers, Adele's "Someone Like You", stuck in my head.
In other news, I miss my old exercise routine. The pregnancy workouts aren't nearly as vigorous, which is good since I can't handle the old ones anymore. But I already miss my ab muscles. I worked really hard for those, and I can feel them going away. Le sigh.
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