If it was called “puncture”, I don’t think it would be as appealing. “I’m going to see my puncturist” sounds like I’m making a visit to some weird back yard circus to get my freak on. Even though I AM going to LITERALLY be puntured, “I’m going to see my acupuncturist” sounds much more civilized.
One of the many things I did to help get my big baby belly on, was to visit an acupuncturist. And WOW did I find the right person for the job. I can walk in there a tightly wound stress ball and walk out a streaming puddle of goo. She’s like magic.
I was introduced to this idea by several women. I met so many that said they had seen an acupunturist in order to get pregnant that I lost count. It seemed like everyone was doing it! Where had I been? How did I not hear about this before? Oh, I know, because it wasn’t part of my conversations. Why would something like that come up unless I was seeking it. That’s just how the universe works.
I’m happy there are women out there who share their personal journeys with others so we can all benefit. Women who are embarassed, or trying to appear perfect, or just hoarding good news to themselves can go to hell! Or at least go to some some deserted island. Where they can sit around giving each other the stink eye all day. I say get over yourself! We’re all in this (life) together. We may as well help each other out instead of holding each other back.
Pixie has social issues. Mainly, she doesn’t like to be social. Not with other dogs especially. I’m not surprised. If before YOU were a one year old, you had two broken legs and mange (bad case of mites), there’s a chance there was a little trouble at home and you may be damaged goods in need of a good therapist.
After we adopted her, I thought over time of taking her out for walks where she could see and interact with other dogs and people, she would eventually overcome her fears. So far she hasn’t. When she so much as sees another dog from several feet away or across the street, she starts howling and screaming like a 80 year old woman who just had her wig snatched off her head!
I decided to take the next step in trying to overcome her fears. A Puppy Social. This doesn’t say much for me since Puppy Social takes place on Saturday nights. That’s how exciting our weekends are right now. But I really wanted to get her started and I’ve been told by the trainers that the best thing for her is repeated exposure to other dogs.
She did much better than I thought. No screaming. But, I don’t think it helped that the biggest dog there was instantly attracted to her. She did OK for a minute, but then had a total breakdown and told him what’s what. He got the message and left her alone the rest of the night.
Some things really crack me up. Like this “eye makeup remover” which is specifically for eyes, right? But then you turn it around and it says “Warnings: Avoid contact with eyes.” Umm… what?
It’s rare for me to change out of my work out clothes anyway, but now, even more so. One, I have too much energy and have to keep moving or I swear I’ll spontaneously combust! And two, they are stretchy and comfy for my belly.
The first trimester of this pregnancy, if I was home, I was back in bed by noon for a nap. Now, I get my 8 hours and I’m up and running like mad. I thought I’d get a ton of writing and other computer work done during this time that no one wants to hire me with my big belly, however I CAN NOT SIT STILL!
Just look at me in this picture. Do I look happy to be standing still to take this photo? See Week 25
When I introduced you to my inner 80 year-old man, I mentioned how I like my coffee black. OK, yes I do enjoy the occasional flavored latte, but if I’m just getting straight up coffee, black please. Well, I stopped drinking caffeine in May 2010, which is the same time I stopped drinking wine. All a part of my effort to get pregnant. The wine, I’m definitely going back to once the baby is born, but the caffeine, I think I’ll leave behind.
I sold real estate in my early 20’s and started drinking coffee then. It just seemed like the thing to do since everyone was doing it! Office meetings, broker opens, meeting a new client, and everything else, seemed to revolve around “getting a coffee”. I also taught real estate courses for the new victims who wanted their own shake at the real estate world, and THAT involved drinking coffee. It’s like a requirement. Like being a cop. Coffee and doughnuts are a must.
So I plan to leave the caffeine behind not only because I don’t NEED it, but I’m somewhat of a normal person without it. A little caffeine and I’m in such a hurry I don’t have time for anything. You know what I mean? When you are so full of energy, you feel like you can do a million things, but you can’t concentrate or focus on just ONE of them, so NOTHING gets done? No? Well, I do know that. All too well.
Joe says I wake up like one of those dolls that have eyes that open and close. One second their closed and the next, wide open with no groggy in between. It’s sort of true. I’m asleep. And then I’m awake and ready to run. Literally. I used to exercise first thing when I woke up. Now I try to fake being normal and hang out withe some decaf or herbal tea before I take off out the door for some exercise. Why I was ever drinking coffee on top of THAT energy? I don’t know. Habit. As they say, habits are hard to break. Especially when I don’t give them ANY thought whatsoever and years later, I’m pouring cups of coffee without even realizing it.
But, talk to me after the baby is born and I’m sleep deprived. Who knows. I may just need a sip here and there.
