Happy 24 weeks!
Here are your bump pics.
I’m sorry that I’m too tired to pretend that I’m dressed nicely for you today.
Onto the other stuff.
First, we need to talk about my new best friend, Lancer. Here’s the story of us. On Monday, I was on my way to a far away store to go look at a glider for the nursery. I was planning on something like this:
That glider is everything I was looking for – it was a glider and it was cheap. Sold. On the way to the other store, I decided to stop at the La-Z-Boy gallery because it is not far away and I thought they might have something suitable. Then I sat in some chairs and it was all over for me and the cheap glider.
Context: I have a recliner in my office. It was a cheap option and it sucks. The cushion part of the arm was squished in a couple of months and it will not get fluffy again. I hate it. (Note: this cheap option was like $400.) While wandering through La-Z-Boy, I dreamed of how nice it would be to have a nice recliner. One that I can love for years.
Then I met Lancer. Lancer is a PowerReclineXR, which means that its bendy parts are electric. I settled into the chair and sent my husband several texts that I was not leaving. Ever. Hubby is a very patient man and met me at the store and found me in the chair. He tried a chair next to it and agreed that it was heavenly. I then parted from my sweet Lancer and let him sit there. He fully agreed that it was a wise financial decision that I would never regret because Lancer is the greatest chair that has ever existed in the history of the universe, with its magical lumbar support and adjustable headrest. Lancer is a beige corduroy-like material that will stand up well to both kid and cats. (And ladies who spill things.)
And that’s the story of how I ended up paying 10 times more than I planned on a recliner. I’m told that there is a market for selling positive pregnancy tests on craigslist, so I should probably look into that for fundraising purposes. Sadly, Lancer won’t be here to live with me until early October. I am counting the days until we are together again. Snoogle, you are now my second best friend. (Although, Snoogle, maybe we can hang out on Lancer with some blankets from Aden + Anais and be a cool clique like the Pretty Little Liars.)
Now that I’ve spent 400 words talking about a chair, let’s move to the weekly bullet list.
- What’s wrong with me now: leg cramps. The cramps react well to baths; however, they scoff at the efforts of Tylenol. Something on the internet said that it might be due to dehydration. I drink like 3 liters of water per day, so I am not exactly sure how much more water will prevent these cramps. Or, the internet was lying, which would rattle my entire worldview.
- My belly button is half an outie now. Without admitting anything, it’s now my understanding that sometimes, when an innie becomes and outie, things may surface. Things that will shock and disturb the owner of the belly button because what is it and how long has it been there….
- The baby furniture arrived last week. Much earlier than anticipated. We had to rent a moving truck. We learned a valuable lesson that you do not want to do a last minute rental on a moving truck on the last day of the month. Also, it’s important to read the internet when you buy things online because dressers that you think involve assembly might actually be assembled and your husband might have to move a really big dresser from inside a moving truck and across the sidewalk by himself because of your poor planning while it is 100 degrees and humid (for Las Vegas). But then the dresser can sit in your foyer and you can make a tent with some sheets and the cats will think it is the greatest thing that has ever happened to the house.
- Early in the pregnancy, I decided that, based on nothing more than my wide-eyed wonder, a MamaRoo would make the baby happier than any other object in the world.
But, as we’ve discussed many times before, I’m cheap. I did not want to pay $200. I finally found one secondhand in a FB group for $85. Between the recliner, the MamaRoo and the furniture, I haven’t spent this much in one month since I was on some sort of designer shoe bender a few years ago. Since the MamaRoo is magic, I am pretty sure it is a worthwhile investment. We’ll figure that out when I have a test subject, either feline or human.
- None of my food cravings make sense anymore. I wanted cookies on Monday morning, so I made a batch of cookies. Except I didn’t want them. I wanted to smell them. The only thing I consistently want is Claim Jumper. Specifically, the pretzel sticks with spicy mustard (which are super good when you reheat them the next day) and the house salad with their delicious balsamic vinaigrette. I also generally like roasted veggies (carrots, potatoes and cauliflower). Otherwise, I only eat orange juice without complaining.
- My increased dosage of thyroid meds was decreased. By doctor me. Feeling like I am constantly having a heart attack seems like a bad environment to grow a person. I called the dr and let him know that I was going back to my old dose. No response so far.
- On a more serious note: I would really like to breastfeed this kid; however, it’s not terribly clear if I can do so safely. While it seems that Wellbutrin and Ambien are generally okay, my thyroid med is questionable. Liothyronine is necessary for lactation but there aren’t enough studies to determine whether or not it could be passed to the baby to the point where it could affect his thyroid. I’m going to talk to my docs about this, but given my past experience dealing with this medication and my docs, I’m not sure what kind of answers I’m going to get. But I guess I’ve got some time to do more research before we have to make a final decision.
- In that last bullet, I indicated that there is a chance that the baby won’t be breastfed. I am now bracing for the internet to tell me what a horrible mother I’m going to be.
- We’re getting one of those creepy alien ultrasounds in a couple of weeks. Anyone else expecting to see Egghead Jr?