Hanukkah is ending just in time. I've consumed enough latkes this year to feel like a giant potato. Fortunately, I still have a good five or six months to go before I look like a giant potato. My stomach churns just thinking about it.
Then again, my stomach doesn't need much reason to churn. It's set to spin cycle these days, unleashing centrifugal forces deep in my gut that's turning even the most harmless food particles into radioactive ions. My tummy is emitting gamma rays even now, and all it contains is a few sips of raspberry tea.
I suppose this is a good sign, considering all the bad signs are diminishing and I'm feeling more normally pregnant. Miserable, in other words. But miserable in a happy way.
The more blorpy I feel, the more I can rest assured my dime-sized Mugwort's still in there performing underwater ballet in his/her amniotic fluids.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go lie down. Just thinking about all that movement has, well, you know. Made me sick.
Oof.
You should have seen the Empress's face when I was spinning Minitaur around and around and around and around this morning. I guess you could call it a royal flush.
Posted by: plosh | December 14, 2004 at 02:41 PM
That feeling is exactly why I'm never having another child. That and all the back problems I'm still having after my last pregnancy.
I hope the latkes helped you feel a little better. There's something magical about all that grease...
Posted by: Anne-Marie | December 14, 2004 at 08:26 PM
I am never going to have a child. :)
Posted by: Ontario Emperor | December 15, 2004 at 12:53 AM
All this talk of pregnancy makes me want to be again. I don't really want the actual child part (Sydney is plenty enough for me) but I ADORED being pregnant.
(Is your blog spinning? It looks like it's spinning...)
Posted by: Faith | December 15, 2004 at 05:52 PM
Ah, the good ole days. Hugs to you, Anne!
Louise
Posted by: Louise Yeiser | December 16, 2004 at 02:40 PM