Fitting In and Filling Out - 24 Weeks
Okay, so I'm taking a one credit biology class - It's called current issues in biology or something - and this week we learned about reproduction. Seriously. I wanted to raise my hand and say "Yeah, got it. Can I be excused?" The first chapter of every one of my pregnancy books covered more than we did in class - but then again it was only an hour class. My professor did say something I found interesting and pretty amusing - when it comes to reproduction, you're either on one side of the fence or the other - trying to do it or trying to aviod it. Pretty profound eh?
So I get these weekly updates in my email from Babycenter. They're somewhat interesting bits if info about the baby's development and some random pregnancy tips like "If you're craving chocolate, just grab a handful of chocolate cereal to satisfy that craving while taking in important nutrients". Um, please give me a break, if I want chocolate, give me a damn chocolate bar or ice cream. That will satisfy my craving. But anyway, this is what it said in my pregnancy newsletter this week: "You're getting bigger by the minute, but that's no reason to stop exercising — just modify your routine as your body changes". Um, yeah. I am definitely getting bigger by the minute, but here's my exercise routine:
Monday, Wendsday Friday: After gazing longingly at the elevator, walk up stairs to fourth floor of Bryan Hall once at 9:00am then again at 11:00. Feel winded and swear to use the elevator next time.
Let us not also forget the brisk walk down a gradual slope home after class Monday thru Friday. Ah, and the art of squeezing myself behind the desks in Todd Hall - surely that counts for something?
They say the first step is admitting you have a problem - which I guess I haven't got to yet. Although the desks fold down in Todd, so I could just write with my notebook in my lap, I can't seem to bring myself to do that. Geeze I'm not really to that point yet am I? And I suppose there will be a time when the baby is squeezing my lungs so much that the elevator will be the best choice if I don't want to spend half of class hyperventilating. But for now I remain in denial, trying not to stand out, but at the same time, enjoying the attention I do get.
For instance, I'm on my school's mock trial team, and now everyone officially knows about my condition (oy, that word, it's like I have a disease or something). Other than making some of the younger team members feel like I'm really old, it's been nice. I get pats on my tummy, and everyone asks how I'm doing. We had a competition last weekend in Spokane and it was the first time I wore an outfit that really showed off my belly out of the house. It was liberating in a way to be around all these students from different schools - and to fit in on my own terms.
So I guess at some point in the near future I'll have to take that elevator and keep the desk folded down. But for now, it's okay to want to just be like everyone else, and enjoy being different at the same time.
So I get these weekly updates in my email from Babycenter. They're somewhat interesting bits if info about the baby's development and some random pregnancy tips like "If you're craving chocolate, just grab a handful of chocolate cereal to satisfy that craving while taking in important nutrients". Um, please give me a break, if I want chocolate, give me a damn chocolate bar or ice cream. That will satisfy my craving. But anyway, this is what it said in my pregnancy newsletter this week: "You're getting bigger by the minute, but that's no reason to stop exercising — just modify your routine as your body changes". Um, yeah. I am definitely getting bigger by the minute, but here's my exercise routine:
Monday, Wendsday Friday: After gazing longingly at the elevator, walk up stairs to fourth floor of Bryan Hall once at 9:00am then again at 11:00. Feel winded and swear to use the elevator next time.
Let us not also forget the brisk walk down a gradual slope home after class Monday thru Friday. Ah, and the art of squeezing myself behind the desks in Todd Hall - surely that counts for something?
They say the first step is admitting you have a problem - which I guess I haven't got to yet. Although the desks fold down in Todd, so I could just write with my notebook in my lap, I can't seem to bring myself to do that. Geeze I'm not really to that point yet am I? And I suppose there will be a time when the baby is squeezing my lungs so much that the elevator will be the best choice if I don't want to spend half of class hyperventilating. But for now I remain in denial, trying not to stand out, but at the same time, enjoying the attention I do get.
For instance, I'm on my school's mock trial team, and now everyone officially knows about my condition (oy, that word, it's like I have a disease or something). Other than making some of the younger team members feel like I'm really old, it's been nice. I get pats on my tummy, and everyone asks how I'm doing. We had a competition last weekend in Spokane and it was the first time I wore an outfit that really showed off my belly out of the house. It was liberating in a way to be around all these students from different schools - and to fit in on my own terms.
So I guess at some point in the near future I'll have to take that elevator and keep the desk folded down. But for now, it's okay to want to just be like everyone else, and enjoy being different at the same time.
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