Ah, greetings from the royal chambers of her preggerness. I am laying here on my left side and every so thankful for the other "crazy" people on the Dis.
The baby is wiggling up a storm and "growing like a weed." I get to visit the doctor next week on the 17th. Whee, a ride in a car. Hopefully they will tell me that the placenta is moving up into the uterus, or at the very least I can keep on bedresting at home.
I have not had a physical therapist, but I have bed rest exercise guides. I am making sure to do everything I can to keep things healthy. Well, maybe not everything. The "What to Eat When You are Expecting" lady would have been upset with me last night.
I usually eat a nearly vegetarian diet, lots of green leafy vegs, fruits, nuts, and seeds. Yet, yesterday I really wanted BBQ Beef Ribs. What drove that desire? I have no idea, but my hubby stopped on the way home and picked me up a half a slab of ribs. I ate them like a woman deranged. I sucked every bit of flesh off of them and licked up the sauce off the plate. I ate a nice big salad of wild greens, some toasted Pumpkin seeds, and then had a small bowl of chocolate ice cream.
After it was over, I felt as if I was in some sort of fuzzy trance. A beautiful warm contentment spread over me. I think I might have gotten high off of ribs. This morning, I happily ate my small whole wheat bagel with olive oil and a grapefruit. The desire for junkfood seems to be held at bay for the moment. Yet, I wonder when I will once again be 'chasing the dragon' of ribs and chocolate.
For a Dis fix my husband and I sat up and talked about when would be the best time to head back to the "World" with the new little one. We agreed that it is easier to travel when they are on a good schedule and capable of sitting up in a high chair, but not yet walking. So, we will try to schedule a trip when the peanut is 7-11 months old.
If it is a boy, I like the middle name of Walter. Don't you think Uncle Walt would approve? My hubby, a huge Star Wars fan likes Walton better, which just happens to be George Lucas' middle name.
Someone mentioned wearing make up, and I admit that I try to put on a little something every day. Even if I just put on some mascara and lip gloss, I feel less like someone who is sick, and more like someone who is lounging.
I spent an hour last night pricing out different vacation options, vacation dates, lengths of stay, and looking at "additional offerings" such as Illumination Cruises and carriage rides.
I just need to keep my eye on the prize, a family vacation with ALL of the children at Disney. I can lay back and "see" all of us standing together in front of the castle. I am wearing peanut in a sling made of Mickey Head fabric and all of us are combinations of Red, White, and Black. The sun is shining and all of us are beaming.
Thanks for all the Dis love

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--Eeyore's Wife