Friday, October 13th, 2006
I've never really had a problem with Friday the 13th. Never suffered - for all my neuroses - from paraskavedekatriaphobia (yes, I had to look it up. I had Triskaidekaphobia stuck in my head but knew it was wrong, as that refers to just the fear of the number 13) but today has been a real bear for me.
First I dropped the brand new full bottle of shampoo on my little toe. Now the nail is a lovely black and blue color, but the toe itself is not broken. Just very bruised.
Then I walked square into the edge of the doorway of the first floor bathroom... Somehow Dill had gotten in and pushed the door open after I made myself breakfast. I had a nice little red mark on my forehead as much as an hour later.
After eating, I went to check the mail, and somehow - don't ask me how because I really don't know - got a belt loop on my jeans stuck on the handle of the front door. Tore it right off. Well not completely, now it's hanging by the lower stitches, but it's flapping free when I walk. The first few minutes I kept feeling what the tapping was at my waist. After a while I just taped it in place.
On the plus side - I suppose - I've been extremely hungry. Ate a whole cheesesteak (of the two we had for dinner last night) and even though I felt like my belly was going to explode, I felt full and not-hungry for at least an hour. Meegan almost tackled me when I said I was going to go get snack less than ninety minutes after the meal.
Rachyl's Journal (private, closed, no replies)
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Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl
17 years ago
Thursday, October 19th, 2006
Right now, I hate pine scents.
As part of the Fall and Winter candle package that we now pick up every month, we got a half-dozen different pine scents. Pine and Holly. Winter Pine. Pining for You. Cheese and Pine. (It wasn't as bad as it sounded, at first.) But then after we started getting very busy and moving around in the house for plans and finishing touches and all of that fun stuff, they started to bother me. The scents. I walked into the kitchen and was assaulted by a noxious cloud of Pine Apple and immediately and as fastly as I could (I know fastly shouldn't be there, but work with me here) spun and virtually dove into the bathroom, holding my hand over a rising gorge. I missed the toilet, but I did spend a bit of time cleaning the shower.
Right now, I hate pine scents.
As part of the Fall and Winter candle package that we now pick up every month, we got a half-dozen different pine scents. Pine and Holly. Winter Pine. Pining for You. Cheese and Pine. (It wasn't as bad as it sounded, at first.) But then after we started getting very busy and moving around in the house for plans and finishing touches and all of that fun stuff, they started to bother me. The scents. I walked into the kitchen and was assaulted by a noxious cloud of Pine Apple and immediately and as fastly as I could (I know fastly shouldn't be there, but work with me here) spun and virtually dove into the bathroom, holding my hand over a rising gorge. I missed the toilet, but I did spend a bit of time cleaning the shower.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Saturday, October 28th, 2006
Scents still bother me. Pine is a big offender. For some odd reason (is any reason during pregnancy -not- odd?) cedar isn't a problem. But I can now add apple to the list.
I was reviewing my spreadsheet I'd been keeping for things like that; I had been bored one day and began keeping track of the minutiae. Meegan thinks I'm odd (when has she never?) but it's interesting charting my 'progress.'
It seems to me the progression through pregnancy is not actually 'progress' because of the varied ups and downs experienced by both the pregnant and the pregnant's significant other. Morning sickness. Funky cravings. (Pot roast and vanilla pudding.) Constant urination. Evil reactions to scents. Inability to orgasm. (I even had researched that one when it popped up... Most sites and resources stated such a misfunction didn't occur til much later in the pregnancy. So either I'm lucky to have had it earlier, or, it'll be back...)
I digress somewhat and return to my spreadsheet... It seems that, as of two weeks ago, my mean time between tinkletrips was 47.4 minutes. This week, it's closer to 63.6. So, I get almost fifteen minutes more between peeing than I had previously. That's a good thing. It's quite embarassing to be in a two hour meeting and have to excuse myself to pee twice.
Meegan and I have been taking near-nightly walks, close to sunset. In a few more weeks that won't be quite so easy, as in November and December we won't be coming home til after the sun goes down.
It strikes me as chronologically funny that, in the course of the year, it's nearly Halloween, and Thanksgiving then Christmas, not to mention our 'anniversary' are right around the corner.
Meegan never mentions anything related to an 'anniversary.' I'm not sure if I should, either, because I just honestly don't know her feelings about it. I'm not going to pester her about it and I'll let her say anything related to it, but I'll make a couple plans for it just in case.
Scents still bother me. Pine is a big offender. For some odd reason (is any reason during pregnancy -not- odd?) cedar isn't a problem. But I can now add apple to the list.
I was reviewing my spreadsheet I'd been keeping for things like that; I had been bored one day and began keeping track of the minutiae. Meegan thinks I'm odd (when has she never?) but it's interesting charting my 'progress.'
It seems to me the progression through pregnancy is not actually 'progress' because of the varied ups and downs experienced by both the pregnant and the pregnant's significant other. Morning sickness. Funky cravings. (Pot roast and vanilla pudding.) Constant urination. Evil reactions to scents. Inability to orgasm. (I even had researched that one when it popped up... Most sites and resources stated such a misfunction didn't occur til much later in the pregnancy. So either I'm lucky to have had it earlier, or, it'll be back...)
I digress somewhat and return to my spreadsheet... It seems that, as of two weeks ago, my mean time between tinkletrips was 47.4 minutes. This week, it's closer to 63.6. So, I get almost fifteen minutes more between peeing than I had previously. That's a good thing. It's quite embarassing to be in a two hour meeting and have to excuse myself to pee twice.
Meegan and I have been taking near-nightly walks, close to sunset. In a few more weeks that won't be quite so easy, as in November and December we won't be coming home til after the sun goes down.
It strikes me as chronologically funny that, in the course of the year, it's nearly Halloween, and Thanksgiving then Christmas, not to mention our 'anniversary' are right around the corner.
Meegan never mentions anything related to an 'anniversary.' I'm not sure if I should, either, because I just honestly don't know her feelings about it. I'm not going to pester her about it and I'll let her say anything related to it, but I'll make a couple plans for it just in case.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Friday, November 3rd, 2006
We got a shipment of candles and I was going through the box to find one of the candles had broken. I picked it up, sniffed it, smelled the fuzzy pine scent, and set it aside to clean up the glass.
After I was done, I blinked a couple times (delayed double-take?) and went back to smell the candle. It didn't bother me. YAY! I can scent scents again.
Though of course when I talked to the woman at the candle company they said we had received the current remainder of that scent and they'd credit us or send us something in back stock. I asked for something summery, just for a change of pace. Maybe in a rain or mist.
--
I'd gotten through most of the day, work day and all, and Meegan and I were doing our usual routine of after-dinner muted TV or movie with butter cream body painting when I noticed my tummy started to hurt, just a bit of a tweak. It wasn't the usual 'ow I ate too much chocolate' or 'starving feeeeeeed me Seymour' pain, it felt more like the ache I had after my appendectomy. So with a quick jaunt to the computer, I looked it up; apparently the ligaments that hold my uterus in place are starting to stretch and I can expect a little bit of tummy trouble.
Ah well, just a few more minutes of sympathetic Meegan massages *see my halo? it's held up by the horns.*
We got a shipment of candles and I was going through the box to find one of the candles had broken. I picked it up, sniffed it, smelled the fuzzy pine scent, and set it aside to clean up the glass.
After I was done, I blinked a couple times (delayed double-take?) and went back to smell the candle. It didn't bother me. YAY! I can scent scents again.
Though of course when I talked to the woman at the candle company they said we had received the current remainder of that scent and they'd credit us or send us something in back stock. I asked for something summery, just for a change of pace. Maybe in a rain or mist.
--
I'd gotten through most of the day, work day and all, and Meegan and I were doing our usual routine of after-dinner muted TV or movie with butter cream body painting when I noticed my tummy started to hurt, just a bit of a tweak. It wasn't the usual 'ow I ate too much chocolate' or 'starving feeeeeeed me Seymour' pain, it felt more like the ache I had after my appendectomy. So with a quick jaunt to the computer, I looked it up; apparently the ligaments that hold my uterus in place are starting to stretch and I can expect a little bit of tummy trouble.
Ah well, just a few more minutes of sympathetic Meegan massages *see my halo? it's held up by the horns.*
Rachyl
17 years ago
Monday, November 6th, 2006
We just got back from a sonogram. I think Meegan's more taken by the medical science of it all, seeing things on the outside, absorbing all the doctor or technician findings like a sponge. She's quite funny, and it's so endearing. Of course, everything they're talking about is -me- and once in a while I don't quite get the feeling she understands that it is -my- body being put through these amazing changes (and yes, amazing can be both positive and negative).
I'm not holding it against her, though.
I think once we have the appointment to determine the genders of the children she might get more into the swing of things as far as "oh Rachyl's changing, she's pregnant."
We just got back from a sonogram. I think Meegan's more taken by the medical science of it all, seeing things on the outside, absorbing all the doctor or technician findings like a sponge. She's quite funny, and it's so endearing. Of course, everything they're talking about is -me- and once in a while I don't quite get the feeling she understands that it is -my- body being put through these amazing changes (and yes, amazing can be both positive and negative).
I'm not holding it against her, though.
I think once we have the appointment to determine the genders of the children she might get more into the swing of things as far as "oh Rachyl's changing, she's pregnant."
Rachyl
17 years ago
Thursday, November 9th, 2006
I feel like I'm cheating, only writing once a week. But what's the point in filling up my journal with 'I peed, I pooped, I went to work, ate, ate, napped on Meegan's office couch, ate, bathroom, ate, came home, had hot sex or a fun massage, soaked in the tub, watched a movie and went to bed'? Not much of one.
The fourteenth week, according to several resources, is supposed to bring constipation. Thankfully, the salads and fruit we eat every day for lunch (almost without fail) seem to be staving off that eventuality. They also state that veins in the chest and breasts may become more noticable, and that my areolae might be getting darker. If they have, Meegan hasn't said anything, and looking at them in the mirror, I don't notice much of a difference, but then, that could be my brain expecting an instantaneous color shift instead of a gradual one.
I wonder if Meegan has that old DVD of Veronica and I somewhere... For research purposes, of course!
I feel like I'm cheating, only writing once a week. But what's the point in filling up my journal with 'I peed, I pooped, I went to work, ate, ate, napped on Meegan's office couch, ate, bathroom, ate, came home, had hot sex or a fun massage, soaked in the tub, watched a movie and went to bed'? Not much of one.
The fourteenth week, according to several resources, is supposed to bring constipation. Thankfully, the salads and fruit we eat every day for lunch (almost without fail) seem to be staving off that eventuality. They also state that veins in the chest and breasts may become more noticable, and that my areolae might be getting darker. If they have, Meegan hasn't said anything, and looking at them in the mirror, I don't notice much of a difference, but then, that could be my brain expecting an instantaneous color shift instead of a gradual one.
I wonder if Meegan has that old DVD of Veronica and I somewhere... For research purposes, of course!
Rachyl
17 years ago
Wednesday, November 15th, 2006
I noticed in the shower today a stiffness in my belly... I probably would have noticed it earlier, maybe as much as a week ago, except for the endearing ritual Meegan seems to have created for herself to wash me in the mornings. I showered solo today because she left early in a fit of creative release. She's been, while not at wit's end, very close to frazzled recently to get out certain designs before the end of the year. I heard her yesterday morning, in a fit of my own need for bladder release, talking to Connie on the phone very very early. She's gotten a wireless headset for her cellphone and has been pacing up in her studio some mornings, very very early.
The dichotomy between the two of us is rather odd sometimes, with my morning person habits and her night owl predilections. Opposites attract, so the songs, poets, etc all say, and yet we're not completely polar opposites... Just in some respects.
This is not more obvious than when I came across her (or continue to, accidentally, usually) with her phallic toy. I just... still can't use one myself. Even though I have it, in its box, in a corner of our huge master closet, the original blue glass dildo I'd purchased that night we went to Eternity with Veronica.
I've written her a few times. It has been weird, putting my thoughts, our dreams, onto paper here in this journal. But telling some of those, bundled with the "hey how's Mom" and trying to hint "Meegan misses you" while not forgetting "I miss you" coupled with a healthy dose of "we're going to be mommies!" has left me feeling recently, especially after the last one I mailed on the thirteenth, as if I'm dangling a "haha see what you're missing out on?" sign from my neck. And I know that is not the case! But I feel guilty, a little, just the same.
This of course brings me to the strange mental picture of Meegan standing between two very pregnant redheads.
I noticed in the shower today a stiffness in my belly... I probably would have noticed it earlier, maybe as much as a week ago, except for the endearing ritual Meegan seems to have created for herself to wash me in the mornings. I showered solo today because she left early in a fit of creative release. She's been, while not at wit's end, very close to frazzled recently to get out certain designs before the end of the year. I heard her yesterday morning, in a fit of my own need for bladder release, talking to Connie on the phone very very early. She's gotten a wireless headset for her cellphone and has been pacing up in her studio some mornings, very very early.
The dichotomy between the two of us is rather odd sometimes, with my morning person habits and her night owl predilections. Opposites attract, so the songs, poets, etc all say, and yet we're not completely polar opposites... Just in some respects.
This is not more obvious than when I came across her (or continue to, accidentally, usually) with her phallic toy. I just... still can't use one myself. Even though I have it, in its box, in a corner of our huge master closet, the original blue glass dildo I'd purchased that night we went to Eternity with Veronica.
I've written her a few times. It has been weird, putting my thoughts, our dreams, onto paper here in this journal. But telling some of those, bundled with the "hey how's Mom" and trying to hint "Meegan misses you" while not forgetting "I miss you" coupled with a healthy dose of "we're going to be mommies!" has left me feeling recently, especially after the last one I mailed on the thirteenth, as if I'm dangling a "haha see what you're missing out on?" sign from my neck. And I know that is not the case! But I feel guilty, a little, just the same.
This of course brings me to the strange mental picture of Meegan standing between two very pregnant redheads.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Thursday, November 23rd, 2006
Sixteen weeks!
Thanksgiving!
Meegan refused to allow me to cook for our first true Thanksgiving together (something that had originally made me extremely angry at her, what with it being our first Thanksgiving at home - OUR HOME! - but I got over it after some rather matter of fact discussion about her concern for my well-being, the effects of a heavy turkey, a hot kitchen, and general exhaustedness I'd been experiencing the week prior) so we ended up ordering a turkey and all the trimmings from a restaurant in the city.
I imagine they do quite good business from that.
I noticed for the first time after we went for an after-meal walk that my feet were swollen.
Sixteen weeks!
Thanksgiving!
Meegan refused to allow me to cook for our first true Thanksgiving together (something that had originally made me extremely angry at her, what with it being our first Thanksgiving at home - OUR HOME! - but I got over it after some rather matter of fact discussion about her concern for my well-being, the effects of a heavy turkey, a hot kitchen, and general exhaustedness I'd been experiencing the week prior) so we ended up ordering a turkey and all the trimmings from a restaurant in the city.
I imagine they do quite good business from that.
I noticed for the first time after we went for an after-meal walk that my feet were swollen.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Friday, December 1st, 2006
Seventeen weeks. I'm actually getting kind of bored of keeping track of the weeks; I'm much more enjoying the slow progression of my pregnancy with my wife, than keeping track of the minutiae and boring "this could happen to you!" list of side effects.
Everything has side effects.
Drinking water. If you drink water, you pee.
Eating. If you eat beans, you fart. I don't think I ever noticed if I fart when eating beans, but I have been recently. A Baja Fresh opened in the plaza up the street next to our drug store, and we went for the grand opening. It's been so long since I had Mexican, and this stuff was truly awesome. I had their chicken tostada salad... basically it is chicken, grated cheese, Pico de Gallo (tomato onions and cilantro), guacamole, and lettuce, on a bed of beans (I picked black) and in a big taco-style shell. Very yummy. I might need to collect the components to make that at home.
Sex. If you get laid, expect to be tired or at the very least prepare to clean up some toys or change the bed sheets.
Pregnancy. I've gained four pounds. I still walk, every day, I still exercise at the gym during lunch breaks at work, but I've gained four pounds. I am pregnant, after all, with twins. Meegan said she felt them move last night when we made love but I think it was just the aftershocks of the five or six orgasms she'd given me rippling through my body.
Driving. If you drive, you get the temptation to go places instead of your destination. I stopped at a jeweler in the city.
Shopping. I am female. Watch me shop! Bwahahaha.
Making friends. When shopping, one gets the urge to call friends to have them join oneself, then one blushes profusely at the too-much-information session when your lover's best friend tells you that -her- lover can't come to the phone because she'd just finished coming herself, and needed to recover from being turned into an orgasmic puddle of goo.
Seventeen weeks. I'm actually getting kind of bored of keeping track of the weeks; I'm much more enjoying the slow progression of my pregnancy with my wife, than keeping track of the minutiae and boring "this could happen to you!" list of side effects.
Everything has side effects.
Drinking water. If you drink water, you pee.
Eating. If you eat beans, you fart. I don't think I ever noticed if I fart when eating beans, but I have been recently. A Baja Fresh opened in the plaza up the street next to our drug store, and we went for the grand opening. It's been so long since I had Mexican, and this stuff was truly awesome. I had their chicken tostada salad... basically it is chicken, grated cheese, Pico de Gallo (tomato onions and cilantro), guacamole, and lettuce, on a bed of beans (I picked black) and in a big taco-style shell. Very yummy. I might need to collect the components to make that at home.
Sex. If you get laid, expect to be tired or at the very least prepare to clean up some toys or change the bed sheets.
Pregnancy. I've gained four pounds. I still walk, every day, I still exercise at the gym during lunch breaks at work, but I've gained four pounds. I am pregnant, after all, with twins. Meegan said she felt them move last night when we made love but I think it was just the aftershocks of the five or six orgasms she'd given me rippling through my body.
Driving. If you drive, you get the temptation to go places instead of your destination. I stopped at a jeweler in the city.
Shopping. I am female. Watch me shop! Bwahahaha.
Making friends. When shopping, one gets the urge to call friends to have them join oneself, then one blushes profusely at the too-much-information session when your lover's best friend tells you that -her- lover can't come to the phone because she'd just finished coming herself, and needed to recover from being turned into an orgasmic puddle of goo.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Tuesday, December 4th, 2006
We received a phonecall yesterday as a reminder to schedule our twenty week ultrasound. I did that this morning.
After I made myself a completely unhealthy breakfast of a scrambled egg and cheesesteak sandwich with pickles and maraschino cherries.
Of course after that I felt my belly bouncing. After doing some research, thinking I was going to be the star for the Wide World of Wide Belly Olympics, I discovered that it was because one of the babies had gotten the hiccups. I tried apologizing for my horrible menu selection, but it was -so- delicious. I did feel a little urpy afterwards.
I don't remember when it was that I decided Meegan and my "anniversary" was December Eighth... But that was the day she came back to her "old self" and also the day she decided we should buy a house.
I'm turning the box over and over in my hands, after I took it out of its hiding spot in the library... but somehow, giving it to her for that, or for Christmas or Valentine's just doesn't seem right.
We received a phonecall yesterday as a reminder to schedule our twenty week ultrasound. I did that this morning.
After I made myself a completely unhealthy breakfast of a scrambled egg and cheesesteak sandwich with pickles and maraschino cherries.
Of course after that I felt my belly bouncing. After doing some research, thinking I was going to be the star for the Wide World of Wide Belly Olympics, I discovered that it was because one of the babies had gotten the hiccups. I tried apologizing for my horrible menu selection, but it was -so- delicious. I did feel a little urpy afterwards.
I don't remember when it was that I decided Meegan and my "anniversary" was December Eighth... But that was the day she came back to her "old self" and also the day she decided we should buy a house.
I'm turning the box over and over in my hands, after I took it out of its hiding spot in the library... but somehow, giving it to her for that, or for Christmas or Valentine's just doesn't seem right.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Saturday, December 8th, 2006.
The beginning of nineteen weeks.
We made love this morning. Somehow I was awake before she was, and finding her splayed across her customary side of the bed was just too tempting to ignore. Especially with a new set of bars she'd gotten for her nipples sparkling in the sunlight, and the easy access her near-wakening posture offered to suckle gently. Not to mention the extended leg, met with the spread leg-folded knee of her other leg...
I don't think we left the bedroom until almost eleven. Bed, shower, bed; even with my frustratingly interruptive bouts of "oop gotta pee" it was a great way to start a new day.
Meegan found one stretch mark (so far, I ponder sadly) over near my appendectomy scar. I had kind of expected that... After all, compared to the rest of the skin on my belly and abdomen, that's technically the weakest. So far I've been very fortunate that my pregnancy hasn't torn it open or made it much uglier than it could be, but I still have twenty one weeks left of Human Incubation.
Not to mention the very real possibility of needing a Caesarean. I don't want one, I want to have them naturally, but with my size, it very well may not be a possibility.
That's something to discuss with the doctor.
The beginning of nineteen weeks.
We made love this morning. Somehow I was awake before she was, and finding her splayed across her customary side of the bed was just too tempting to ignore. Especially with a new set of bars she'd gotten for her nipples sparkling in the sunlight, and the easy access her near-wakening posture offered to suckle gently. Not to mention the extended leg, met with the spread leg-folded knee of her other leg...
I don't think we left the bedroom until almost eleven. Bed, shower, bed; even with my frustratingly interruptive bouts of "oop gotta pee" it was a great way to start a new day.
Meegan found one stretch mark (so far, I ponder sadly) over near my appendectomy scar. I had kind of expected that... After all, compared to the rest of the skin on my belly and abdomen, that's technically the weakest. So far I've been very fortunate that my pregnancy hasn't torn it open or made it much uglier than it could be, but I still have twenty one weeks left of Human Incubation.
Not to mention the very real possibility of needing a Caesarean. I don't want one, I want to have them naturally, but with my size, it very well may not be a possibility.
That's something to discuss with the doctor.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Wednesday, December 13th, 2006
The twenty week checkup was today. We scheduled an ultrasound for the "regular stuff" and put our names in to try a new 3d Sonogram early January.
Meegan noticed another change this morning... She said my belly button inverted. I couldn't figure out why my belly had hurt last night until she said that. I'd been expecting it, but not so sudden a change. It looks very weird, having an "outtie", almost like there's a little cinnamon roll of navel there. Which of course upon my imparting my mental image of it, trying to spy myself in the mirror, Meegan rolled her eyes and just walked out.
Daily something occurs between us that makes me wonder how we ever made it. And then something happens later, or I just look at her, and realize as my heart swells with love for her, for the mother of my children, or as I ponder certain delicious things I want to do to her, that love conquers many inequities and incompatibilities.
The twenty week checkup was today. We scheduled an ultrasound for the "regular stuff" and put our names in to try a new 3d Sonogram early January.
Meegan noticed another change this morning... She said my belly button inverted. I couldn't figure out why my belly had hurt last night until she said that. I'd been expecting it, but not so sudden a change. It looks very weird, having an "outtie", almost like there's a little cinnamon roll of navel there. Which of course upon my imparting my mental image of it, trying to spy myself in the mirror, Meegan rolled her eyes and just walked out.
Daily something occurs between us that makes me wonder how we ever made it. And then something happens later, or I just look at her, and realize as my heart swells with love for her, for the mother of my children, or as I ponder certain delicious things I want to do to her, that love conquers many inequities and incompatibilities.