You guys, I apologize for the upcoming Debbie Downer rant I am about to write...but my morning has had a really rough start...they may seem small in the grand scheme of things, but they all add up to one bummer of a morning! I promise to write positive things at the end of my post though, just to try and look at the bright side of life (oh Monty Python).
It wasn't the worst of my morning, but Miles took forever to do his business outside. I think it's because this brave cat has been hanging out where I usually take them to potty, and it's probably marking all over the place. But Miles wouldn't poop. It took way longer than usual, which caused me to leave a little later than usual this morning. Okay, what's 5-10 minutes going to do (DOMINO EFFECT)...
My commute this morning took ONE HOUR AND 15 MINUTES. Traffic has been so bad lately due to school (I think). When I lived in Washington, it took almost two hours to commute to the university I was teaching at, but that was only two days a week. I have to sit in this traffic five days a week. I'm in a car for over two hours of my day. That's almost 11 hours a week in a car, in traffic, with terrible drivers all around me. But if Miles would have pooped right away like he usually does, I would have only been 5 minutes late to work, but nope, I was 15 minutes late. The good news is the one faculty member who is here at 8am sharp is with his grandkids today, and everyone else usually comes in an hour or two later. Phew. But ask the hubby, I really stress when I'm late to anything. All in all, I usually can handle my long commute-I've been doing it for almost two years now-but lately it has been getting to me.
I get into work, and the first thing I see as I walk into our kitchenette area:
Okay, it may not look horrific, but I've been battling these little ants for over a week now. They were all over the counter and even on the coffee maker. I put in a request to our campus facilities to set up traps/spray for them nine days ago, but of course nothing has happened yet. I had to flush them all down the sink, then smush the rest. Needless to say it was an epic battle, but I came out the victor. Part of me really hates killing anything, but when they invade your space, you have to do what you have to do.
While I was fighting the insect infestation, I was juggling heating my oatmeal, answering the phone and checking my emails. Today is the day where students can sign up for their private music lessons online, which is a big day since a lot of these students have been really antsy to get their time slot. And what happens? The online system ISN'T WORKING. I had to contact web support again (this isn't the first time something on our website hasn't worked), and after 10 minutes of juggling confused, stressed students the system turned back on. But of course my oatmeal boiled over the bowl in the microwave and I spent a few minutes cleaning it up.
Present time: I'm a little more calm and collected, now that I can sit and eat my oatmeal and blueberries. But then...I'm still pretty down about my four-week checkup with the OB/GYN from last night...
The good: Blood pressure is great, Baby H's heartbeat sounded great, the OB/GYN I saw yesterday was hilarious...but I gained weight. Um, a little TOO much weight. I'm glad she had a sense of humor, but wowsers, I can't believe how much weight I have gained in four weeks. She didn't believe it either-the nurse practitioner had weighed me before I saw the doc, and then the doc made me get on the scale again just to double check the nurse had it right. How embarrassing.
I came home to a very supportive hubby, and I'm so thankful for that. But man, I've never felt so disappointed with myself. The slightly good news is that I am able to still gain 10 to 15 pounds, but that's over the next 18 weeks, not four.
I made the dinner I planned, then I made us take a walk afterwards. I'm determined to really watch what I eat now, and stay as active as possible. Oh yeah, I told my doc that when I'm on the elliptical machine I get very minor cramps in my lower abs, and she said "Those are contractions. You probably need to take it a little easier." Holy $!*&. So I can exercise, but very, very moderately. Sigh.
Oh and the last of the scary news my doc told me...I let her know I'm flying out to Washington at the end of September and asked if that was okay or not. She said as long as my pregnancy so far has been normal, I should be fine, but I'll be at about 27 weeks along, and there is a small chance that I could give birth at that time. If that does happen while in Washington, I'm NOT ALLOWED TO BRING THE BABY BACK. WTF?! Apparently I can't transport him between state lines?! The probability of this happening is extremely low, but that what if sent my brain spiraling.
So that's me in a nutshell at the beginning of my 22 weeks of pregnancy.
Okay, positive note, like I promised. My bestie Barbie and I were chatting through gmail this week, and she asked me what were the best and worst things of being pregnant. The worst, which I faced yesterday, is gaining weight (so far...I think I've had it easier than most considering I didn't know I was pregnant until after the first trimester). But the best part-that made me really ponder. I think the best part is having the ability to produce a little life inside of me. Knowing that I am capable of growing something for so long and that it is a part of me and my hubby, it's simply a miracle. Now that I can feel Baby H way more often just makes me smile. And that my friends puts all the rough moments I had this morning into perspective. Big breath and sigh. I can do this!
Yes you can do it!! Think about Kim K and Jessica Simpson - they have all the money/assistance in the world and they still blew up like balloons! You aren't even close to that, and you are still doing everything yourself without tons of help and money. You are amazing. And don't feel bad about that morning. I HATE when my oatmeal boils over, but if that happened and there were ants, and there was traffic, and, and, and... holy cow! That is a big bad morning!
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