Saturday, June 14th, 2003
written by ellen
Preggers week 17
Bedrest week 6
So I let Week 16 go by without a post
as it’s been hellish inside my head
If not for the kindness of Rex,
the patience of Bob
and the saving grace of Nay and Pia
it would have been the end of my sanity
as we know it …
Others have come as bright spots
through the week
but it took napping and cookies,
and straight talk from the girls
to give me perspective
Here, now in my better frame of mind-ness
are the things I woulda posted for the week -
the hits and picks:
Mon 6/9
SARS SIGHTING
Surprise visit from Lil Lamb
complete with SARS appointed mask
bearing bee-yu-ti-full flowers of
indeterminate species (see above)
Me - still recovering from a weekend
of sick, nausea, sick. This kid is
growing, make no bones about it…
Tues 6/10
CHRIS CONUNDRUM
Chris came thru the angiogram reasonably well
and Diane is with him all the way. It’s a long road
to recovery and I feel for Chris.
I know what he’s gonna feel when he’s outta the hospital
trying to completely change the way he lives.
Wed 6/11
MAYO SUCKS
After eating macaroni-salad for breakfast
(it was like mayonaise soup with bits of macaroni in it)
I get so nauseous I force myself to sleep
for most of the day.
I wake up starving at 1 pm
and freak out
though the house is stocked
with more food in the cupboards
than any time in the last THREE YEARS
there isn’t anything at all I want to eat
Dumping a can of beef portobello mushroom soup
down the drain (oh please, what was I thinking?)
I swim in woe-is-me-ness and general malaise
finally calling in the calvary
and sending bob to molly mcstones
(it’s a good compromise between the
butter substitute and the actual name of the yuppy grocers)
where he walks down each aisle telling me what
they have and describing in detail
the various olive varieties
One would think that a sicky PBRG would be great-full
to the DH (dear husband) but no, been a bear and
plain ole mean to him the whole week
Laying around feeling sorry for myself all day,
completely at the mercy of every ache and pain
with nothing else to focus on
and totally dependent on others to make my days bearable…
This is of course, the breaking point in my head
I want outta this deal
MY pregnancy isn’t supposed to be like this
Where’s the stylish mom-to-be in her sporty Gap maternity gear
selflessly trudging to work, putting in a full day
running home for a dinner that follows the
"What to eat, when you’re expecting guidelines" in minute detail
and then bopping off to a pre-natal yoga class?
Uhhh, that’s what I signed up for.
But God, in his infinite, unpredictable (TO US) vision,
is using this time to really hammer some
stuff outta me
and Bob (through me!)
THUR 6/12
SUSHI and SHOPPING R&R
My brother, who is a SAINT
brings me sushi
Before you freak, it’s all cooked stuff.
CA Roll with cream cheese, regular CA roll and
Tempura roll - okay I only ate the ends cuz it was rolled
in those little orange fish balls
Bob calls in sick and we make covert plans to go shopping.
Nothing like a little retail therapy to help a gal out
(I don’t have a Dr. appt this week,
so I swap some waiting room time for
a little Michael’s Craft $100 shopping spree)
And thank goodness for Heather, who supplied me with
jeans that fit and a bright red, look at my preggers self, sweater
so that I could actually leave the house …
There are many things to be thankful for,
but I could barely function at this point
and was just hanging on for dear life …
FRI 6/13
Tried to setup Ellen-sitters for myself
since Bob was going to BFD concert with Lu all day
but Piia’s Gabe got spots, contagious or not we don’t know
and Jeff and Susan were busy with plans they already had
I sorta let them off the hook (us Lisings, not good with planning, I know)
so I was further woe-full
ENTER STAGE RIGHT …
Renee Wong like a bumble bee who’s buzz is gone,
but the wings still flappin’ like there’s no tomorrow,
complete with a brimming bagful of Papa Wong’s magic cookies.
We laugh, nap, laugh some more and then are entertained
by Rex. (told you he rocks)
WOE LESS
Both Nay and I dissolve in hysterics
as we counsel each other on our various woes
and realize if we just took our own advice,
we would be signficantly
less full of woe.
LET GO, LET GOD
And special guest star was Ms. Pia Nanfito …
on time for her, still made it even though
I tried to turn her away
I really needed to see her. She’s a ball of energy
and multi-tasks in her sleep
Bouncing from subject to subject,
projects - work and otherwise
Hope she gets to some lingerie shopping soon
God know what you need, and will contrive to provide
If you’d just let go of what you think you need
and wait for what you really need
So I think I’ve caught up with the week behind … Thank Goodness.
I owe a ton of you email and notes,
and I’m outta the cave
thanks to two nutty chicks,
some good old fashioned Kai Sushi
and a honey that keeps sticking to me, as grumbly bear as I am
so you’ll be hearing from me.
Insert that hokey "sunny side of life" camp song here …