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Feb. 15th, 2003 02:33 pmOkay, some parts of being pregnant suck. Last night I got almost no sleep due to acid reflux, so I'm really dragging today. With luck, tonight will be better. With luck.
I'm currently only staying up because people might be arriving for my afternoon Amber game. I left messages telling people I was canceling, but... There's one woman I don't have a number for, and I only got machines for the others. The way things seem to be going, I expect they'll all be showing up.
Well, I'm also still up because I desperately needed to eat something. The kid growing in my uterus doesn't stop needed nutrients and calories just because my system's gone a bit off. Sadly, even toast seems too much.
Poor Scott. He was trying hard to make yesterday special, and I was simply dragging. Shopping with my mother-in-law was more exhausting than I'd expected. She decided that she didn't want to eat at Bob Evans and then wanted to cruise Carpenter looking for an alternative. I tried to tell her that there weren't many options once we eliminated Bob Evans, all Chinese places and all fast food or near fast food options, especially since she wanted a salad. So we went back and forth a couple of times.
After we finally ate, we went on to JoAnn's and found that the fabric selection wasn't particularly good. My mother-in-law was particularly disappointed because the store near where she lives had some stuff that she'd really thought would work. We did select a pattern, one that can be adapted in several different ways. We got enough cloth on sale to try it once and see how it needs to be adjusted.
We got home only about five minutes before Scott did, and then he and I showed his mother the video from the ultrasound. This was the first time we'd actually watched it ourselves. I guess we didn't feel a great need after seeing the real thing. She was enchanted by the blobby grayscale images, especially the movement.
Scott brought me home roses. They're really lovely, and normally, I'd have gotten them into a vase immediately. I was just too tired to manage. Eventually, he did it for me. He was very sweet in dealing with my exhaustion. He even went and got us Chinese carry out from Gourmet Garden and a variety of sugary desserts from Merchant of Vino (I'm a little appalled by the entire apple caramel cheesecake, but...). Sadly, I was exhausted to the point of whininess and couldn't quite manage to get out of it.
Fortunately, Scott understands moods swings in general and accepts that pregnancy makes me a little crazy. He fed me, tucked me into bed and took care of making his lunch and getting the roses settled. I don't think he noticed when I had to get up again later because the reflux was too bad. I stayed up for a little while, giving the Tums time to work, then went back and tried again to sleep. I managed it some time after I took my morning medications, but then I woke a bit after 10, feeling ravenous.
At that point, I decided I was up. I knew I needed to call and cancel the game, that Scott would be calling soon just to check in (He's working both days this weekend. We're not sure when he'll next get a day off. There's been a rush on bottled water since the government told everybody to have it on hand). I also knew that eating meant staying up for at least a few hours.
Well, it seems that at least one person didn't get my phone message. I've sent her on her way, and she didn't seem to mind. Sadly, her not getting the message means that the woman I've never met, the one I don't have a phone number for, also didn't get the message. With luck, she'll have decided not to come anyway.
I'm sitting here watching an adaptation of a book I read a couple of months ago. It's interesting to see what they've kept, what they've cut and what they've changed. I'm not sure why having the character who was in the RAF shot down and killed wasn't tragic enough, but they decided to have him survive and then kill himself because he'd been blinded. At least it's mindless enough not to demand much from me.
I'm currently only staying up because people might be arriving for my afternoon Amber game. I left messages telling people I was canceling, but... There's one woman I don't have a number for, and I only got machines for the others. The way things seem to be going, I expect they'll all be showing up.
Well, I'm also still up because I desperately needed to eat something. The kid growing in my uterus doesn't stop needed nutrients and calories just because my system's gone a bit off. Sadly, even toast seems too much.
Poor Scott. He was trying hard to make yesterday special, and I was simply dragging. Shopping with my mother-in-law was more exhausting than I'd expected. She decided that she didn't want to eat at Bob Evans and then wanted to cruise Carpenter looking for an alternative. I tried to tell her that there weren't many options once we eliminated Bob Evans, all Chinese places and all fast food or near fast food options, especially since she wanted a salad. So we went back and forth a couple of times.
After we finally ate, we went on to JoAnn's and found that the fabric selection wasn't particularly good. My mother-in-law was particularly disappointed because the store near where she lives had some stuff that she'd really thought would work. We did select a pattern, one that can be adapted in several different ways. We got enough cloth on sale to try it once and see how it needs to be adjusted.
We got home only about five minutes before Scott did, and then he and I showed his mother the video from the ultrasound. This was the first time we'd actually watched it ourselves. I guess we didn't feel a great need after seeing the real thing. She was enchanted by the blobby grayscale images, especially the movement.
Scott brought me home roses. They're really lovely, and normally, I'd have gotten them into a vase immediately. I was just too tired to manage. Eventually, he did it for me. He was very sweet in dealing with my exhaustion. He even went and got us Chinese carry out from Gourmet Garden and a variety of sugary desserts from Merchant of Vino (I'm a little appalled by the entire apple caramel cheesecake, but...). Sadly, I was exhausted to the point of whininess and couldn't quite manage to get out of it.
Fortunately, Scott understands moods swings in general and accepts that pregnancy makes me a little crazy. He fed me, tucked me into bed and took care of making his lunch and getting the roses settled. I don't think he noticed when I had to get up again later because the reflux was too bad. I stayed up for a little while, giving the Tums time to work, then went back and tried again to sleep. I managed it some time after I took my morning medications, but then I woke a bit after 10, feeling ravenous.
At that point, I decided I was up. I knew I needed to call and cancel the game, that Scott would be calling soon just to check in (He's working both days this weekend. We're not sure when he'll next get a day off. There's been a rush on bottled water since the government told everybody to have it on hand). I also knew that eating meant staying up for at least a few hours.
Well, it seems that at least one person didn't get my phone message. I've sent her on her way, and she didn't seem to mind. Sadly, her not getting the message means that the woman I've never met, the one I don't have a phone number for, also didn't get the message. With luck, she'll have decided not to come anyway.
I'm sitting here watching an adaptation of a book I read a couple of months ago. It's interesting to see what they've kept, what they've cut and what they've changed. I'm not sure why having the character who was in the RAF shot down and killed wasn't tragic enough, but they decided to have him survive and then kill himself because he'd been blinded. At least it's mindless enough not to demand much from me.
