Sunday we drove up to Hunstville State Park (40 minutes driveway-to-entrance) and rented a canoe. clock and I hadn't even been canoeing together, and The Dude has wanted to go since Grandpa bought him a Duplo camping set with canoe. The Dude was so excited that he literally ran in circles on the dock shouting "This SO citing!" Anyway, it took a little while before he understood that you can't bounce around in a canoe. We almost spilled out a couple of times, mostly because of me - the seats in the canoe were super-high, so my center of gravity was way off. I was in the front, so I couldn't see when he would lean over the side and would just be thrown to one side or the other. My current condition has my sense of balance off, so that doesn't help, either. I finally moved forward and sat on the bottom of the boat with my legs folded up in a funky position. Not the most comfortable position (especially with Dude2 in the gut), but we quit having near-misses. Anyway, the weather was beautiful and the boy was content to paddle around for 90 minutes! A+++, will do again.
This was the first time we'd been up to Huntsville since The Dude was born. Dragging a kid around makes you re-evaluate what's important in a state park. Pre-Dude, we didn't much care for HSP, but now I think it would be a great place for a last-minute overnight (or even weekend) trip. Our lack of camping has really pissed me off. I plan on changing that in the future.
I'm getting pretty fat and stuff these days. We're currently in week 16. I tend to get big quickly (had to start wearing maternity stuff at 8 weeks) and get a lot of "WOW! You're only 4 months?!" comments. I was able to quit taking the Zofran some weeks ago (I CAN POOP NOW!) and once the weather finally cooled down (read: heat index was below 100F) the rest of the nausea went away. I still heave (dry and otherwise) all the time, I just don't feel nauseated all day and night. Severe groin pain has already started kicking in, and I'm wondering how long I'll be able to walk. I'm also INCREDIBLY lucky this time that I haven't started retaining fluids (yet)! At this point with The Dude, I had to buy new shoes because I couldn't fit into any I owned. I think I was also up 30lbs. The big ultrasound (#4 for us) is in two weeks, and we'll find out if my sister needs to start shipping down girl clothes. I'll be honest, I'm hoping for a boy for a number of reasons, but I certainly won't be disappointed with a girl. Finally, I'm in a half-constant state of freaked out because I do. not. feel. this. baby. at. all. With The Dude, it felt like there was a cage match going on in my guts at about 12 weeks; I was convinced I was having twins there was so much movement. All babies are different, blah blah blah, but you know what you know, and this is freaking me out.
I've sewn 2 maternity shirts and have one more to go. If I wasn't completely done for the day at 6pm, I'd be working on it now. After this last shirt, I'm going to make a maternity jacket. Burda Style published a bunch of maternity patterns in their June issue (enough to make a whole wardrobe from), and WOW they're incredibly drafted! They take into account details like swayback, BIG guts, and BIG boobs. Amazingly enough, ready-to-wear maternity ignores all these things.
I decided to take a walk on the wild side a few months ago, and ordered fabric from an online vendor. I picked up some incredible Italian cotton shirting for clock for only $10/yard. This stuff is gorgeous, it almost feels like silk. When I'm finished with my fatty wardrobe, I'll crank out a few more dress shirts for clock. Crap, I just remembered I bought a bunch of Windpro fleece last spring to make jackets for the whole family. Well, maybe we won't get fanci jackets until next year. Or maybe I'll put off the shirts. Or even mix it up a bit! I'm wild and crazy like that. I just don't have the energy to work on sewing projects all the time. It sucks, because I really miss the process.
My one mom friend might be going back to work soon. It totally sucks. After the baby is born I might have to figure out how to make friends with women. Too bad there isn't a nerd-mom club in the area!
Looking at the clock (not the sexy one), I should start wrapping this up. Time to shoot up in the stomach OH YEAH! I'm so fucking sick of these shots, and don't understand why the doctor still has me doing them. I think I'll argue with her about it again at my next appointment.
6 more months of feeling like shit. sigh.
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