A follow-up to my last post: Things a pregnant woman DOES like to hear: “You hardly look pregnant at all!” “You’re six months already? You only look three or four!” “I can’t tell you’re pregnant at all from behind,” etc. For some reason it’s okay to tell a pregnant woman she’s huge, but not a fat woman she’s huge. And yet, that’s what pregnant women feel – FAT – not pregnant. I guess only women who’ve been pregnant know that.
In other news, took Shea camping over the weekend. I was all ready to cancel the trip because we just have TOO much going on this summer, and I felt exhausted just thinking about it, but when I heard the park may be closing, I figured we should take advantage of it while we can. So we went and, although it was for just one night, it was REALLY fun. SO good to get some fresh air, eat outside, sleep in a tent and go for a hike. Shea loved the baby backpack we borrowed. The only drawback was that we hardly slept at all Saturday night. We stopped at a kid’s birthday party on the way there and then for a Father’s Day dinner on the way home, so we were all ridiculously exhausted and slept like logs Sunday night. I’ve had so much insomnia lately, that it was nice to sleep well for once. The thing that kills me about the insomnia is that this is my big chance to get lots of sleep before the baby comes, and instead I’m up for hours every night and dead tired in the morning until Shea’s nap time, when I get to take a nap, too.
Today we went to the merry-go-round and steam trains in Tilden Park (which are now open weekdays for the rest of the summer), and I was so tired afterward that I couldn’t wait to get home and put Shea to sleep. But he didn’t go to sleep until 3:30! I was DYING. I finally tried to lay him down in bed with me, but he kept crawling on me to give me kisses and hugs and high fives. Two weeks ago he started doing high fives and fist bumps (guess who taught him that – not me.) He says, “high high?” and puts his hand up to do a high five, then he says, “bump bump?” and puts his fist out to do an Obama-style fist bump. So funny! Then this week he started giving us hugs. He comes up with his arms wide open and says, “Huuuuug” and wraps his arms around whatever he can grab – a leg if we’re standing up. Anyway, a long and exhausting (but fun) day today!
Speaking of Shea’s new words, I want to record them so I have all this down for later. He started saying “sit” this week. We went for a walk down Solano today, and part way he got tired. He’s been really attached to his doggie blanket lately (and to his “mama mama mama”), so he was carrying the dog, which is as big as he is, with him. All of a sudden, he says, “sit” and lays his dog down on the sidewalk and sits down on top of him. So I picked him up and put them both in the stroller. Other new words: doors, boats (everything’s plural), buttball (that’s how he says, “basketball,” which also means tennis or baseball or any other type of sport.) He’s started putting two words together, like “mama keys” and “my ball” – ohmyGod the “mine” thing is starting already! We’re trying to discourage it, but everything is “papa shoes,” “mama pomme,” “my woo woo,” etc. He says “nez” (nose) and “bouche” (mouth) and “jambe” (leg) and “main” (hand.) He says, “l’eau” now for water instead of “wa.” He says, “tree” and “moon” and “âllo” for telephone. “lalala” is music and “boom boom ba” is a drum. “Da done” is “all done” and “plus” is more and he says, “hat” and “biche” (deer), “bus,” “beach,” and “beach ball.” He tried to say “roquin” (shark) last night, but it came out more like “oquin.” He said, “feuille” (leaf) while camping and he can say “meat” and “poulet” and he said, “rouge balle” for a red ball, but only after I said “balle rouge” first. It seems like he’s learning a couple new words a day at this point, so it’s hard for me to keep track of all of them. He says, “painting” for coloring with crayons and “updown” for both up and down because he gets them mixed up. These are added onto the previous list I posted, all of which probably interest no one but me 20 years from now, and Shea when he’s old and gray.
Book – wanted to finish all revisions by tomorrow, but just got too tired. Right now I’m reading it for the LAST time before sending it out, and I’m happy with all but two chapters. I need to decide whether to just leave them alone or make more changes. I plan to be done by this weekend, though, for SURE and send it to at least one agent by June 30 (next Tuesday).
I’ve banned myself from reading agent and publishing blogs until my book is sent out because I LOVE reading them and find myself clicking from link to link and wasting at least an hour a day that I could be writing or editing.
Pregnancy is going fine aside from gaining a ton of weight. Part of this I feel I can’t control, and the other part is completely my fault because I have so little time to exercise and then today, for example, I ate two chocolate chip cookies and two bowls of ice cream. I don’t do that every day, though. It’s hard to tie my shoes, hard to carry Shea for more than a couple of minutes, and hard to sleep at night. But otherwise I feel fine.
Guess that about wraps it up for now. Camping photos coming soon!
2 Comments
July 17, 2009 at 4:13 am
In detroit we call that a ghetto bump! <3
July 17, 2009 at 4:21 am
You callin’ my baby ghetto T-dog?