Ahhh. Today is a good day, so far. And a few notes from yesterday.

[kyrielle]

I'm not sure why, but it is anyway. I didn't sleep better than normal last night - in fact, I woke more than usual (or at least I remembered more of the times I woke). I tossed, turned, and I think I nearly put Scott out of the bed with shoved-over pillows at one point. I didn't sleep more comfortably than normal, either. I swear, I'm going to eventually manage to actually bruise my rib cage where I perpetually shove it into the maternity pillow - I can avoid it when I go to bed, but something about how I shift in the night...ow.

And yet. I'm awake. My back's not being a brat. The rib-cage spot that's been acting up, and was acting up tons last night, is behaving so far today. When I looked at the kitchen this morning and went "argh, the dishwasher needs to be loaded and the trash needs to be corralled" instead of the urge to make "please juggle all this for me" faces at Scott (who, admittedly, is at church now and also was when the impulse hit), I simply did it all. Which I haven't done in a couple weeks because standing/walking/lifting that way for that long is miserable. Today, it wasn't. At all. At the very end, the spot on my back that acts up started twinging, but it doesn't even hurt - it's just registering a little "hey, I exist, and I'm thinking about giving you grief." The lovely thing is, it did that just as I was finishing what I'd set out to do, so I didn't have to abandon any plans or leave something half-finished (in fact, I got more done than I started out intending) to come give it a rest (and in a minute I'll lie down for a bit - switching from standing to sitting or back is good for a little while but neither completely eases it the way lying on the opposite side does - I could keep going but why tempt fate?).

I didn't do anything special last night. Yes, I had a nice soak in the bathtub, but I also did that many other nights and it didn't help. I surely didn't find a comfortable position - I added two thin throw pillows to the bed in an attempt to let me adjust my position more and they drove me insane most of the night, until I dumped one near my feet (and, I think, the other one on poor Scott...).

I have no explanation. I'd love to know what I could do to perpetuate this but, in the absence of an explanation, I'm just going to enjoy it and hope that it continues!

Yesterday after the farmer's market, I went out again and did some more shopping. I was already hurting when I left; by the time I got back, I was a walking lesson in "do NOT push farther than you can afford to, idiot" - I should have known better. I had plenty of energy, but too many aches. But, I did manage to get most of what was on my list, so at least if I screwed up and tortured myself, I didn't do it to no purpose. So later today the slow-cooker will work on pork roast for dinner. (My dinner, anyway: Scott is at an all-day Civilization game after church. I was invited to the Civ game, but I couldn't see committing to a Civ game given how much my energy levels and physical endurance vary these days. Frankly, those were grueling when I was in college, fueled by too much sugar and caffeine, and not pregnant. Fun, but grueling. But Scott will be at Dale's tomorrow afternoon/evening, so he'd miss it if I delayed it a day, too. At least this way he can have it reheated for lunch tomorrow!) And there's plenty of frozens and such (what can I say? I still eat microwave dinners, even if I am cooking more).

I'm debating doing something cooking-wise with the plums. I'd intended to just eat them, but they're on the bland side of ready to be picked - they looked better than they are. I knew that was a risk this early in the season. Cooked, though, they might be okay. Or they might be too bland to be worth the effort. Trying to decide.... If my energy levels stay good for at least part of the day, I may bake up some cornbread as well (from a mix, but hey - I noticed it in the cupboard while I was tidying the kitchen and poof, it sounded good :).

Back to yesterday, and shopping, one other bit. I was at Fred Meyer's getting the meat and other groceries, as well as socks and such. They were having a Labor Day weekend sale, which didn't thrill me. Yes, I saved money (in fact, I got those thin throw pillows for $4 each, which was a steal). But I'd rather have had fewer people and more shopping carts. There were no shopping carts at the middle/main entrance. NONE. I had to walk over to home and garden to get one. (The store wasn't that packed - but enough that they were too busy to retrieve the carts from the parking lot. As I was leaving, there was an announcement involving the words 'shopping carts' and 'managers'.) Anyway, when I came out of the store and went to my car, there was a gentleman who'd just finished unloading his cart. In front of one of the planters was a row of four or five carts stacked together, just sitting there, so he moved to put his cart on the front of the stack. I just stared, because 1) the back of the stack was downhill, 2) neither end was against a solid stopper, and 3) next to the planter was a car and next to the car was the actual cart return, which wasn't too full to use, so what was the friggin' POINT?

Sure enough, the carts began rolling downhill. I'd have laughed except for all the cars in their path. Fortunately, they guy who was doing it had good reflexes - he said "Whups, bad idea!" (no duh!), swung his cart in against the planter so it was sitting still, and raced to the other end of the line of carts, catching it before it could hit anything. I pointed out to him that he was now more or less in front of the cart return, and he let the whole stack run to there and pushed it in. (Then he went to his car, leaving his cart in front of the planter. Some people. I was parked just opposite the planter, so I grabbed his cart on the way to put mine into the cart return. No reason to leave it sticking several feet into the relatively narrow lane of traffic, anyway.)

And Scott has, as I've written this (and taken a break to lie down, as I said I would - Babe approved, she got petted), gotten home from church and done wonders with the chores he usually does (like the hand-washing dishes - I prefer to avoid that if I can, due to dry skin, which is cracking this week too - moisturizer is my friend!). He'll be taking off in a little bit, but yay, kitchen/dining area looks SO MUCH BETTER between our efforts today. My husband rocks.

Comments

[roadskoller.livejournal.com]

Later pregnancies shouldn't have soaks in the bathtub, hon. It might be bad with the germs and things.
This might be 30 years out of date and I'm wrong now, but that's what I was told 3 decades ago.

[kyrielle]

Not what I was told. I was told that hot tubs were a no-no (the prolonged heat raises body temperature, which can hurt the baby) except for dangling feet in (which is actually all the use I have for the darn things), but hot baths and baths in general are fine. (Hot baths cool off too fast to impact core body temp that way.)

Heck, people give birth in tubs of water deliberately these days, though I wouldn't choose to.

[roadskoller.livejournal.com]

I knew they weree wrong. It just felt so good and they took the best things away.
Everytime.
Enjoy you baths.

[phoenixscribe.livejournal.com]

Have you considered getting one of the memory foam bed toppers and folding it in half so it's just on your side of the bed? It would give you double the thickness of the topper to begin with, and might help with some of the positioning issues you've discovered.

Just a thought.

[kyrielle]

The bed HAS memory foam anyway. :P Those things are also damnably expensive and I'd be dubious if they'd fold well, but that aside there's inches of memory foam in the mattress already.

[phoenixscribe.livejournal.com]

Huh. So much for that idea.

Maybe you should just sleep in the tub. *grin*

[kyrielle]

ROFL!!!

Love it. Nah, I'll just continue to torture poor Scott. (It's not that easy to sleep next to someone as restless as I am, I suspect.)

[phoenixscribe.livejournal.com]

As long as he doesn't end up with the effects Slinky had during both of my pregnancies, it's not too bad. I never once got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom -- but by about month 4 on each, Slinky was getting up at least once each night to go.

*evil grin*