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I miss my old body, the one I had the first 31 years of my life. This loaner body I have currently is fine, and often fascinating and amazing - but just not the same. I am insanely jealous of people who are wearing normal real jeans - with flies and buttons and zippers and pockets and things. My old body could do some things that were cool and fun sometimes.
She had the hiccups this morning - the second time I've noticed that. It's just enough movement to be distracting. It is a rhythmic pulse and feels like she's knocking or something.
I was reading in bed this morning, and decided to get up - and stood too quickly. There was much moaning and groaning (which is pretty common for me when I first stand these days - it's always a little crampy and painful).![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
galagan started laughing at me and the racket I was making. I said: "Whoops, I forgot and stood up too fast." He: "That's not too bright." Me: "I'm sorry, darling - I know you were hoping for a smart baby, but things don't look too good for her genetically."
I realize every so often that when I imagine having the baby actually here, I always picture her sleeping, eating, or crying. I usually fail to remember that occasionally she might be both awake and happy at the same time. I know newborns don't require a lot of entertainment or additional stimulation, but this idea freaks me out a little bit for some reason. I think this is partly because I'm trying to steel myself for the horrible parts, and forgetting that there might be good parts too. Do I need psychological preparation for the good parts? I suppose they will be easier to adapt to, so perhaps I'll be okay.
ETA:galagan panicked yesterday because February only has *4* weeks in it, and therefore my due date is actually a week closer than he had thought.... *grin* Yes, 5 weeks to go. Or rather, 4 weeks 4 days. (Till the due date, not till the birth.)
She had the hiccups this morning - the second time I've noticed that. It's just enough movement to be distracting. It is a rhythmic pulse and feels like she's knocking or something.
I was reading in bed this morning, and decided to get up - and stood too quickly. There was much moaning and groaning (which is pretty common for me when I first stand these days - it's always a little crampy and painful).
galagan started laughing at me and the racket I was making. I said: "Whoops, I forgot and stood up too fast." He: "That's not too bright." Me: "I'm sorry, darling - I know you were hoping for a smart baby, but things don't look too good for her genetically."I realize every so often that when I imagine having the baby actually here, I always picture her sleeping, eating, or crying. I usually fail to remember that occasionally she might be both awake and happy at the same time. I know newborns don't require a lot of entertainment or additional stimulation, but this idea freaks me out a little bit for some reason. I think this is partly because I'm trying to steel myself for the horrible parts, and forgetting that there might be good parts too. Do I need psychological preparation for the good parts? I suppose they will be easier to adapt to, so perhaps I'll be okay.
ETA:
galagan panicked yesterday because February only has *4* weeks in it, and therefore my due date is actually a week closer than he had thought.... *grin* Yes, 5 weeks to go. Or rather, 4 weeks 4 days. (Till the due date, not till the birth.)