Mexico was just lovely.  We went to Cabo, because it was the shortest flight from Calgary.  We saw whales in the bay during breakfast, we read books, nice young men brought me icy drinks and I lost many games of crib.  It was a wonderful week away.  It also really helped when we found out it was +25oc in Cabo and -43oc in Calgary.  We left and the weather crashed to polar temperatures.  Excellent timing, us.

I wore a bikini for the first time in my life.   I figure as I had crossed over from ‘chubby’ to ‘very deeply pregnant’ this was the perfect time to wear a black polka dot bikini on the beach.  Which, ignoring a couple of asshole comments from a group of assholes from Texas (serious, so annoying, that whole lot), was quite lovely.  I was hoping to tan enough to make the stretchmarks look less visible, but no such luck.  I will also say that being in the pool while in the third trimester is just lovely.  My belly would actually lift a couple of inches in the water.  I may have to figure out how to spend the rest of this pregnancy in a pool.  Or at the very least, a bath tub.

I’m definitely getting to the unwieldy portion of pregnancy.  Rolling over is a 5 step process that wakes me up.  And sometimes David, despite the king size of the bed.  All that flopping and flailing and sweating…

Oh, about the whole EI thing?  My mother the tax accountant reminded me that not only do I pay $800 a year in to the system, so does whatever company I work for.  So realistically, my mat leave was paid of, between my husband and I, three years ago.  I don’t think, in the end, it even really matters.  This is a social program that as a nation we’ve deemed important, and I’m really really lucky to have that.  It’s certainly not free, but on a national level it works out.  I pay in to a system, as does the company I work for, and the system pays out in times of need.  And it clearly values the role of parental child care in the critical first year of babies lives.  Yay great white north.  (Too bad about the weather.)

At the doctor’s appointment a few weeks ago, the doc told me to start taking a 150 mg zantac every 12 hours and oh my god, you guys, it worked!  I can eat FOOD AGAIN!  After 12 weeks of heartburn following closely on 10 weeks of low grade nausea, this is a miracle.  Depending on how long the day or what I ate, I don’t always even take the second pill.

Despite two and a half weeks of being able to eat food, including a week at an all inclusive resort with all the virgin coconut drinks I could consume, I still have only managed to put on 9 pounds.  My body is fighting like hell not to put on weight.  It’s weird.  My belly, however, is huge.  And my fundus measurements are dead on, and the baby is generally very active, and my blood pressure’s at the very bottom of the desirable range.  So I’m just assuming all is well.

However.  At Friday’s appointment, she mentioned something about this not being brought up before due to my lack of consistency of care at the clinic, but that I need to have an another ultrasound.  (I have every second Friday off, therefore I book all my appointments on Fridays.  However, no doctor regularly works Fridays, so I see someone new almost every time.  I don’t really mind – the appointments are so short that what does it matter who checks the heartbeat?)  It’s weird, because in Alberta, you get one around 12 weeks and another around 20 and that’s it.  Unless there is a problem.  So, only after leaving, did I realize this means there might be a problem.  Huh.  Trying pretty hard to squash my anxiety over that one.  Helps that Skipper’s being all active and constantly assuring me of it’s aliveness.  In fact, today it feels like it’s trying to climb out through my belly button and that actually really hurts.  I suppose I’m feeling the stretch mark form as I sit here.

It’s funny, my reaction to food over the last 30 weeks.  I’m normally a bit of a foodie, as much as I hate that term.  I have a bookshelf full of cookbooks, I’m an adventurous cook and eater, I’ve actually written a cookbook (Christmas gift), I can explain most terms off a fancy menu off the top of my head and I read a lot of food blogs.  I collect recipes like some people collect hockey cards.  But with the first trimester came low grade nausea and a complete indifference to food.  With the second came the crippling heartburn and my diet shifted heavily towards Lucky Charms and ice cream, the only two foods that never gave me heart burn, and sometimes even would quell it for a couple of hours. David has eaten a ton of frozen burrito lunches and dinners, along with many scrambled eggs in tortillas and random frozen meals.  I never have random frozen meals – it’s just not the way I like to cook, and to eat.  Until I got pregnant, and then, suddenly, food became resoundingly MEH.  It has really added to the sense of alien-ness of this pregnancy.  (What, I only called it alien parasite for a few months.)  My body is off doing it’s own thing with very little input from me, and now I can’t even be bothered to EAT?  WTF.  The heartburn pills are helping – when you’re not burping up acid every few breaths, it’s easier to want to eat – but I’m now 8 months along and the kid’s really pushing on my stomach and lungs, so I can’t eat as much anyway.  Actually, thinking about it, I’ve only had The Hunger once, at about 8 weeks.  It was ‘if I don’t eat now I will die/faint/kill someone’.  So I ate, and then it never happened again.
Pregnancy is so so weird.


3 responses to “Tidbits

  1. Hi Morgan, I`m the one who just moved to Alberta (from Seattle) (I commented on APW yesterday). I figured I`d write here instead. I live in Bow Island, between Medicine Hat and Lethbridge. The weather last week… eesh. My first visit here was last February, and my brand new boyfriend was all “Let`s walk around town! It`s only 30 below!“. Between that and living in other cold places, I knew what to expect when I moved here, but the novelty of a new place is beginning to wear off. Now I am facing the reality of “oh my gosh, this is my new home, forever and ever and ever, amen“. What`s your favorite thing about Alberta And congratulations on the pregnancy!

  2. Seattle to Bow Island! Man, that’s got to have been a shock. One really great thing about Southern Alberta is that unlike the West Coast, you get sun for most of the year. Like, it can be freezing outside, but it’s highly likely that the sun is shining and the sky is burning blue. Not always, but enough of the time to make it tolerable. When my sister moved to Vancouver, she called home in the first winter and moaned about how she hadn’t seen the sun in 4 months and finally understood what depression was.

    Favourite thing? Things, I guess. I grew up here – the place is in my blood, in my identity. Summer weather, long drives, seeing the mountains from my desk at work, the millions of festivals in the summers… I used to love the snowboarding, but I’m pretty eh about it now. The cultural scene in Calgary isn’t bad, if you make an effort to find it, and Lethbridge is centre for a decent music scene these days. Camping in the badlands. Cross country skiing in K-Country. The people – such a reserved bunch of prairie stoics (who are generally not of the ‘you’ll seeee’ persuasion that seems so prevalent in other places) and the way they drink and party and defy stereotypes at every turn. (‘Why, of course voting conservative and supporting gay marriage can go together.’) Small town mascots and statues. (Vulcan!)

    And, of course, like everyone else, I love the chinooks. You must get them pretty strong where you are. My inlaws are in Lethbridge, and wow can that place get windy.

    If you ever feel like the drive to Calgary for a bookclub, you’re so totally invited. Or if the timing ever works out, we could have an impromptu one closer to your neck of the woods. Not that I quite know what heading south with baby will be like, but eh. Future Morgan’s problem.

    Long winded enough? Sorry.

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