1. I have written a few blog posts but not finished any of them because my powers of concentration and attention span are seriously attenuated. Hence, this.
I have a post about Elisabeth Leseur and I have a post about natural childbirth. Neither is done, I really want to finish both of them, and that desire is clogging up the queue. This tendency is my blogging kryptonite.
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2. My energy levels are overall pretty good, considering, but plummet to near-zero at unpredictable times. I have embarked on a program of eating lots of iron-rich food, which means that by now I could probably write an entire cookbook's worth of recipes for different liverwurst sandwiches.
Tomato and liverwurst on pumpernickel rye flatbread crackers, with just a little salt and pepper, is pretty good. This morning it was liverwurst, onion-chive cream cheese, leftover vinegar-sugar coleslaw, and sriracha on a toasted English muffin. I think sometime this week I may make banh mi.
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3. "So, how are you feeling?" has a split answer.
All the soft stuff feels pretty good for seven months pregnant. Decent energy (as long as I get periodic naps and infusions of liverwurst), good appetite and digestion, not a single leg cramp, circulation is great, no heartburn, no nausea.
The skeleton and associated attachments, are way out of whack. The drunk staggering for the first ten steps after I get up out of bed or a chair, I could overlook or pretend is normal. But I have noticed a disturbing tendency to walk with my feet rolled out, on the outer edges of the soles, which is something I Do. Not. Do. in ordinary life and have never noticed before in pregnancy either. Something's up. Also, the other day I tried the psoas release position (scroll down) on SpinningBabies, and I could not believe the intensity of the sensation in my back and hips.
I think it is about time I embark reluctantly on a daily program of things like brisk walks and pelvic tilt exercises and squats and sitting on the exercise ball (which at least has the advantage of keeping the children from throwing it at each other).
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4. For the first time, we aren't traveling to Ohio for Thanksgiving, and we don't have plans to get together with anyone else either. This seems very weird. We waffled about it for a while but in the end decided it wouldn't be all that good for me to travel or to commit to anything big, so the nuclear-family Thanksgiving it is. Mark promised to deal with Thanksgiving dinner for me. I said I would do the grocery shopping and help where I could. This will be new.
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5. Till last night, I had not had any Weird Pregnancy Dreams. No Dropping Dreams, no Misplacing The Baby dreams, no Giving Birth To Nonhuman Animals Dreams either.
Last night I had the first weird pregnancy dream, in the category of Labor And Delivery Fantasy, in which I looked down in bed to discover to my surprise that there were feet emerging from my body. I gave them a yank and out came a perfectly healthy, normal-sized human baby. I wrapped the baby up and held her in my arms (in the dream it was a girl, although I am carrying a boy), and the baby looked up at me in the way that newborns do as soon as all the drama is over and the lights are dimmed.
And that was that, except for the vague feeling of disappointment on awakening and discovering that I still have eight weeks and a non-fantasy childbirth between my arms and #5.