So for work, I went to Cartagena, Colombia from the 11-20th. Well I was supposed to return on the 20th, but I got to return on the 18th. Why you ask? Well, Cartagena was lovely, but then I got some S. American stomach thing and I had to go home early as everyone got worried about me being pregnant and puking and having the runs. Plus I couldn’t really leave my hotel room, so if you’re not actually attending the meetings, what’s the point of being there? Okay I was at the Sofitel Santa Clara, http://www.sofitel.com/sofitel/fichehotel/gb/sof/1871/fiche_hotel.shtml which is BEAUTIFUL, but if you’re not enjoying the facilities (and hanging out in the bathroom does NOT count as ‘enjoying the facilities’ ) then it all sorta loses it’s splendor.
I’m okay now- it sucked though ’cause they had such lovely papaya and pineapple and other fruits and seafood, and beautiful pastas and coconut rice and many other types of delicious food, and by the end I could only eat bread, plain pasta and Gatoraid (I HATE gatoraid, but the things I do for Graglo already…if it comes out grape flavored, I will NOT be held responsible!)
So I got back at midnight on Tuesday and I’ve been eating bland food and recovering ever since. Ah, bland food. I also went to the doc here on Wed just to make sure I’m okay and we decided that I got some sort of S. American stomach crap- literally and that I’ll be fine. I may have to rebel if I’m stuck with bland food much longer, but that’s another sort of story.
So besides all of that drama I’m good. I don’t really like being pregnant I’ve decided, but I’m good. It’s not terrible, but it’s not that ‘moment of joy’ or whatever crap people say and apparently other women feel. It’s actually kinda annoying- your stomach gets big, your boobs get big, they hurt, you feel sick if you don’t eat at the right times, it’s not really a very interesting thing to talk about if you ask me, but people either ask questions or give advice (so far, I don’t mind, I’ve gotten some very helpful advice.) The hardest on me is when they say “aren’t you so excited??” and the answer is ‘no’. I mean, I’m excited that we’re going to have a kid, but it still feels very abstract and surreal- so I’m not running around excited. I’m running around with monster tits, a rapidly growing belly, weird aches in parts of my body: stomach and hips- I think things are shifting around- burping like a fiend. Not really exciting- or attractive. Mike says he now feels like he’s married to a frat boy. I say okay, maybe that’s true, but has he ever seen a frat boy with such a bountiful bosom? I think not!
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