Dream quip:
Nate and I were in a documentary about Hurricane Katrina. We were actors in a dramatization scene of a boat that was caught in the hurricane at sea with some other people. Although it was kind of like a scene from The Perfect Storm, too. Anyway. Of course the conditions were very realistic, so as to capture the real terror of what one must have felt if indeed trapped on the boat. So, because it was a movie, I knew I wouldn't die, but I was still quite afraid that I would fall off the boat as it was bucking and rocking around in the tidal waves. And even though I knew it would be safer to go down below under the deck, that wouldn't have been as good for the cameras because they wanted to see the fear in the actors' eyes. So we hunched in a corner of the boat, soaked and freezing and waiting for the scene to end.
I also wanted to take this opportunity to say that by the way, I'm feeling really fine, and have been this whole time. I realized that the blog entries have been missing that element, and that's been because there's basically nothing to report. Trust me, I'm sure that the textbook early pregnancy symptoms would have lent themselves well to some real colorful, slapstick blog entries. For that reason I feel a little shortchanged. But I know that I am SSOOOO lucky to have been feeling so fantastic. Yes, an occassional tired day, random smell aversion, spaciness in the head, unexpected emotional outbursts, and ongoing "chest tenderness" that I've definitely gotten used to. Thus my hugs that are a little on the weak and distant side. But otherwise, I've been a very happy camper of a pregnant woman.
Although one freak phenomenon I still haven't figured out is that the very thought of, let alone the sight of, a particular necklace I made a couple months ago, makes me nauseous. I'm not even kidding. I don't even want to look at it and handle it long enough to take it apart to put the individual beads away. So, it's just hanging out in my jewelry making carrier. For... who knows how long.
And I have a TV show to add to my list of things that make me cry, although this is consistently, predictably, and even when I have not been pregnant: Extreme Home Makeovers. I mean, come on now. How can you watch that and not go through at least half a box of tissues???
And this show is directly after my favorite show ever: America's Funniest Videos.
So, Sunday nights are prime time for an emotional rollercoaster before starting another work week.
13 weeks 3 days
