Thursday, January 15, 2015

Groundhog

My birthday is February 2. And as all of you Bill Murray fans know, that is also Groundhog's Day. So it's safe to say that I've felt some kinship with groundhogs all of my life.

Right now, specifically this groundhog:
This, my friends, is my spirit animal.
I feel ya, buddy. The look in his eyes, the not-actually-sure-if-I-can-move defeat written all over his face. I have that. The decision to keep lying on the couch in the exact same position for three hours, even though I'm starving, even though I'm about to pee my pants, even though my back is killing me, still seems easier than making the effort to lift my own body weight. 

I think it's safe to say I've become pretty lazy in recent weeks.

And here's the kicker. I'm not even that big. Most people are shocked to find out I'm six and a half months pregnant. I'm still wearing my normal shirts about half the time. My belly is round and I would say I'm noticeably pregnant, but I'm not huge. In fact, I still forget I'm pregnant quite often--until I stand up, knock things off the grocery store shelf with my belly, or try to fit between the back of my car and the garbage can in our garage...and can't. A group of my friends has been playing volleyball pretty regularly on Friday or Saturday nights this winter and I've been so tempted to join in. I suppose I probably could, except that I'm really slow, incredibly out of shape, I can't jump, and no one would want me on their team. I would also be worried about my shifting center of gravity, as my balance has not been good recently. Since I've always been more on the athletic side, I'll admit that this is a little new to me. I never went through a gangly puberty stage where I was all limbs as many of my friends did. But I'm going through that now, and I do feel a bit like a stranger in my own body. I'm clumsier and my hand-eye coordination is much worse. It's very strange.

My best friend Emma came up for a few days around New Year's and we spent a few nights together, which was great. I know I was so jealous when she was pregnant and pretty terrible friend to her, but she was perfect. She asked about things, but I loved how careful she was in sharing her experience. Even when I would ask her questions, she was always so careful to word her answers in a way that didn't make her sound like an expert. She'd always be quick to add, "it didn't work for me, but you might be much better at it" or "this is what I did, but it's definitely not the only way to do it." I know she was trying to not make me feel like she knows everything and I know nothing, or belittle my experience even though I'm a year late--and I appreciated it. She also mentioned that she thought I looked great, like "one of those really athletic pregnant women." I'm pretty sure I laughed out loud at that. About the last thing I'm feeling right now is athletic--see above groundhog photo.

Overall, I'm feeling pretty blah. I haven't reached the point where I'm super uncomfortable, but I'm not really nesting or itching to get things done. I'd rather lie on my couch and watch hours of Call the Midwife (this is so far away from the kind of TV I normally watch, but I'm hooked. Emma recommended it to me and I can't stop watching. I hate Downton Abby, but I've become entranced by these 1950s British midwife nuns. It's my pickles and ice cream, I guess).

A few friends have stated they're throwing me a shower, even though I adamantly insisted on not having one (I also adamantly insisted on not having a bridal shower - I had three). There's a whole post coming on that eventually. The ladies at work have also begun telling me they want to throw a shower. Maybe I'll call in sick that day.

Not much else is new. My mom keeps buying me maternity pants, even though I've told her I'm pretty set. I borrowed everything from a friend, bought a few shirts, and plan to move on to Bobby's clothes once I reach beached whale state. I'm already stealing his flannel shirts. They're comfy and warm, and I can wear them with leggings and call them a dress--though to be fair, I stole his flannels long before I got pregnant (I know what you're thinking, why isn't this a fashion blog!? I could call it Below Zero Chic). We're right in the middle of putting a bathroom in our basement. Since I can't be around all the glues and the sealants in such an enclosed space, and my dad and Bobby are both overprotective and won't let me even help carry things downstairs (Bobby thinks the laundry hamper is too heavy for me), I'm getting out of doing pretty much any work. Which in my current lazy state, I'm okay with. More time for Call the Midwife!

12 comments:

  1. First I want to thank you so much for the extra tests you sent me along with the sweet card. That was so very thoughtful of you!!! The first pregnancy test I took had a faint positive line and I thought "wow she has the miracle sticks!!" haha But I think I just didn't use it exactly right or looked at it too long after I took it and I am not pregnant. Either way I am still very thankful for you sending them to me. I love reading your posts!! While I would totally appreciate a shower I could also see wanting to call in!

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    1. Darn it, I was hoping they would be lucky for you right away!

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  2. Heeheehee...groundhog. I am also him. I am becoming one with my couch.

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    1. Ha! There is a permanent butt-divot on my cushion of the couch. I should at least flip it over, but that just seems like too much work right now.

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  3. Ok Lil, I'm a shit who hasn't posted or commented in one thousand years. Fully acknowledged. BUT I have of course been blog-stalking you and happy to read all your grumpy updates and happy you're pregnant and healthy. And I could tell you that I, too, do not *love* pregnancy, which came as a bit of a shock, and I could tell you that I'm not as patient as you and know it's a boy, which is so exciting and has helped a good deal with the feeling "meh" about pregnancy (not that it's a boy in particular, just the knowing/connecting). But what has really brought me out of the woodwork today of all days is that you - one of my favorite bloggers - were born on Groundhog's Day. AND SO WAS I! What are the chances? Happy almost birthday, fellow groundhog. I'm sick of winter too, so let's see...not see... our shadows...? Nearly 33 years later and I still never remember which is the good one.

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    1. Whaaa?? That's craziness that we have the same birthday! Not surprised - we do seem like kindred spirits. A boy is awesome - congratulations! I do sometimes wonder if I would feel a bit more connected to this baby if I knew the gender, but I'm holding out for the big reveal moment once it's born. Now get yourself behind a keyboard and get a blog post written so I can know everything that's going on in your life!

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  4. Your posts crack me up. They're so honest. I have spent waaaaay too long dying of thirst on my couch, not wanting to get up but also not wanting to bug M until he gets up of his own accord and then I ask him for water. It's so weird not being able to do stuff for yourself the way you used to! I miss my stomach muscles. So. Very. Much.

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    1. I have Bobby trained now to come help me get out of the tub when he hears the water start draining. If I'm left alone, it's totally a turtle flipped on it's back situation...and not in a cute way.

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  5. Soak it up! It's January, you are pregnant and deserve a little R & R. :)

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    1. Thanks, Julia. I am hoping for a little more energy and motivation that generally comes with spring and little warmer weather. At least that's what I'm telling myself.

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  6. I'm sure you are a very adorable, athletic looking pregnant person! I'm also sure you feel far from being that, lol. You are growing a human, so you are allowed to be lazy because in actuality, you are NOT lazy. Your body is working over time to grow that little person inside of you. As for not having baby showers, my advice would be to most definitely have them! I never quite realized how expensive babies would be. Get all the help you need and celebrate this amazing little one soon to join your family. I understand completely not wanting a shower and being the center of attention. I get that part. I HATE opening gifts in front of people, but it really wasn't that bad and we needed all the help we could get. Just my thoughts, for what it's worth :)

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  7. Thank you much for your blog... I just read some of your posts from 2013, and they are pretty much how I feel right now. I am 33, and my husband is 35. We've been trying for 7 months (9 cycles), and honestly, I don't feel like we have time for this crap! We just got married, and it feels like it took long enough to find each other, can't this just be easy? We now know about 28 people (I've lost count) pregnant people right now, and it just hurts so damn much. I'm convinced I'm a horrible person, because when my "child-free vacation buddy" cousin told me she was pregnant, I texted her "Congratulations!" and immediately burst into tears. I'm so sorry you had to go through all this too, but I wish you nothing but smooth sailing for the rest of your pregnancy! Hopefully I can be in full on fat prairie dog mode soon too!

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