There are few things worse than - how can I say this delicately - feeling the urgency of a bowel movement knocking at the door but being too backed up to get any relief. It got so bad I actually had to leave work on a day when half the department was out on vacation to begin with. Nothing like telling your boss about your constipation issues. Thankfully, she's pregnant too so she was very sympathetic. As I sit here washing down my bran muffin with some prune juice ::vomit:: I can say with absolutely certainty that I'm done with this crappy side effect. Pun intended.
The other night I was afraid all my powder room "efforts" actually did something to the baby because he was quiet all night. The next morning as I was driving to work I played a song over and over again singing at the top of my lungs and threatened to keep it up until he moved for Mommy. Finally, after about the third time, he gave me a few nice kicks to tell me to shut the hell up and let him sleep. He's just like his daddy, no appreciation for my raw talent.
Tomorrow night I have a work function to go to. A cocktail hour (cocktail-less for me) and then a sit-down dinner. I'm all about sitting down. Let's see how long I can stay awake for this one!
24 Weeks 3 Days
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OMG chiquita banana...i have told you this many times before, but you are SO INCREDIBLY FUNNY. i love reading your blog. but I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL ME KIM IS PREGNANT!! all three of you girls are in big trouble. anyway, love hearing about all the wonderful things i have to look forward to someday soon. i actually was starting to freak out a little yesterday but calliope came knocking today, so WHEW! :)
miss you much! dawny mac
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