Friday, October 21, 2011

Cheese Puff update - I might be hormonal

I realized it's been a while since I wrote about the pregnancy. All is going well. I'm finally feeling Cheese Puff's kicks and stretches. He's still not quite strong enough for Bob to feel, though. His busiest time is in the early evening, around 7 p.m.

I'm not positive, but I think Cheese Puff has it in for my bladder. Sometimes he treats it like a punching bag. On Sunday it seemed like he was pinching it. I don't know that's possible, but man he was hurting me.

My biggest complaint these days, other than being the size of a house, is the heartburn. I'm also getting a little bit of restless legs syndrome at night. It's not nearly as bad as it was with Little Elvis. Comparing the pregnancies, this one is a lot more like Little Elvis'.

The pregnancy might also be making me more sensitive. I'm involved in a couple of clubs that I've been in for a couple of years, and I'm fed up with them. The new president of one makes decisions, asks for input, and then completely disregards the input. She's rude about it IMHO (in my hormonal opinion) and I'm beyond frustrated with her. She doesn't think about the other people in the club, she just does what she wants. And her buddies go along with her, possibly because she's a little scary. My mom's in this club, and she says she's frustrated as well. But she might just be agreeing with me, because I'm the crazy hormonal one.

In the other club, most of the members have known each other longer and talk all the time when not in the meeting. I don't have relationships with them outside of the club. Whenever I try to do anything, like offer to make snacks for a meeting, I get a yes. And then I get this whole (use a whiny tone,) "Well, such and such said said she wanted to make the snacks, and blah blah blah." It's like it would seriously hurt this woman's feelings because I offered to make snacks. Would it? Really? This has happened several times. I really don't care about making snacks, I just feel like I should offer, because they'd fuss if I didn't. There's also the very real possibility that they don't like my cooking. I typically bring some sort of pumpkin or fruit muffin. I don't bring anything unhealthy. This adds to my whole feeling of not being a part of the group. I would like to not be a part of this group, but I have to be at the church when they are meeting. It would be very obvious -- and passive aggressive -- if I stopped showing up. Maybe things will get better.

There's a very real possibility that this is just hormones. I have no idea if it's not. These things also happened before I was pregnant, but they're only ticking me off now.


Blogger Ann Wyse said...

I'm not sure if you're hormonal or not, of course, but you are pretty funny in this post! It made me smile.

Groups are hard for me. Always. I'm coming to realize that actually, I do a lot better with one friend at a time. Or I'm more comfortable with one friend at a time. And the more one-friend-at-times I collect, the easier it is to enjoy group settings, given my 'one friend' being there. But I still avoid groups like the plague. I'd rather paint the fence or scrub the toilet, honestly.

I'm still working on the fire related project. I'm hoping to get it done this weekend.... Sheez, I"m such an idiot about these things... you'll see.

12:02 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

May just be "Momma Lion syndrome". Good thing we guys don't have to do this, the population would be much smaller.
Grandpa Stew

12:26 PM  

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