...buying lunch at Subway.
Yes, I know, buying into the corporate Americanization of the rest of the world. Bad bad bad. Still, the acorn is very picky about food and it is pleasant to get something full of recognizable ingredients and not covered in cream sauce or mayonnaise. (I think the number one thing that surprised me about being pregnant is how thoroughly out of my own control my tastebuds are. Under ordinary circumstances I would just suck up and deal, but the penalties for poor food choices are severe.)
I can't be the only one who feels this way because at no point was the line fewer than 20 people long. The vast majority of the customers were speaking English, though most of them were not native speakers. In front of me was a group of Dutch boy scouts and behind me was an enormous german guy. I don't know what the lady behind him was speaking.
Anyway. Subway - guilty pleasure worth waiting fifteen minutes in line for.
1 a.m. local time.
Awake and trying hard not to throw up.
Well, I'm in Prague. The working papers process is moving along at a nice rolling clip, as Jim is much easier to get hold of through email than Marty was. I'm afraid that the travel-sickness, plus morning-sickness, plus jet lag means I do most of my work from bed. On the plus side, went to a very nice vegetarian restaurant last night where the whole place was non-smoking. I felt much better after dinner. Also managed to get to the grocery store and lay in supplies. Which is good, as I missed breakfast this morning.
Jack very helpfully has tried to call and wake me in time for breakfast but only with varying degrees of success. I can't remember what I told him this morning or whether it made coherent words, much less was polite. I suspect my crackhead takes a lot of grief. On the other hand, we've been married for quite some time, and I doubt he's surprised if my morning response is something along the lines of "nerble florf - tanks - go way."
I am going to kill everyone. I leave the country on Sunday, I am almost out of meds, and even though I personally talked to my endocrinologist yesterday when she called to tell me that she had called it in, the useless fucking pharmacy now can't find it.
Possible side effects of going off Thyroid medication while pregnant include:
an increased risk of miscarriage
baby is at increased risk of developmental problems
I am not fucking around here. They will get me my drugs or I will go fucking postal.
So, actually I got my drugs, because Boston Medical is very efficient. I now only want to kill a small subset of people, and most of those are at the Shaw's Pharmacy. Fortunately for them, I am way too busy to kill them right now, but their time will come if there is any more of this bullshit.
I'm still looking for helpers to move boxes tonight. If you've got the time to help out, you'll earn beer, "local beef" burgers, and my undying gratitude.
Dizzy and nauseous. Sat in the bathroom at work trying to decide whether to lie on the floor of my office and wait for death. Remembered that I did tell everyone I was pregnant, and that I don't really have to tough it out anymore. Got a ride home from Jack. Am working from the laptop, from the sofa.
I still feel pretty gross, but at least I don't have to put up a facade for the work folks anymore.
So, as you may have noticed previously, there is a baby on the way. My attic is chock full of boxes and other shit that needs to come out so that we can build bedrooms and the nursery up there.
I can't move them. (I tried moving a single box of mostly fabric and got so winded I was dizzy.) Rob has trouble moving them - his foot still suffers from being gimpy sometimes. Jack can move them, but he shouldn't have to move them all by himself.
I'm looking for some
suckers volunteers to help me move at least some of that stuff to the basement on Friday. I guarantee a gourmet dinner and beer, plus first pick of anything we decide to get rid of. (There are several cabinet sewing machines in need of new homes.)
Anyone up for it?
I am now the proud(?) new owner of a CrackBerry. My phone went AWOL while we were on vacation, and so I took this opportunity to get the hell out of my contract with sprint. My hatred for them burns like the fires of a thousand volcanoes.
Anyway, I now have a new phone and a new contract with T-mobile, which, if there is a God, will work in Europe. Don't try to email crap to my phone - I didn't buy the internet package. (I have a laptop if I want to be on the internet.) Sometime in the next day or two, the phone should port over my old number and I will once again be available by cell phone.
However, I have lost pretty much my entire contact list. Thus, if you aren't a blood relation or a housemate (and you want to hear from me by phone) I would appreciate it if you contacted me with your phone #.
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I am pregnant.
A select few of you already knew, but this week I pass 12 weeks and can't wait any longer to tell. I expect some flavor of baby around the end of January/early February. I gather they can't tell you whether it's a boy or a girl until at least 20 weeks. Right now it looks like an acorn in the ultrasound. An acorn with a heartbeat, or so I am told. More news as I have it.