There are two things I am doing with more frequency and with great vigor lately: Peeing and eating.
Take peeing. Yesterday alone, over the course of a one hour period, I peed 4 times. Freely and fully. Before leaving for a doctor appointment, I peed once. Upon arriving, I peed again – twice. Upon leaving, I peed once again.
“Oh, you can’t really be peeing each time, can you?” my husband asked.
“You care to come into the stall with me and ascertain for yourself?” I answered, annoyed. I also added I was willing to strap a bowling ball around his middle and let him see how THAT made his bladder feel.
He declined both and after that, was quiet about my peeing habits. Good choice my sweet man…
Today, I loaded up myself and our dog into the car and drove to the nearby park so I could walk both her and myself. It’s a more quiet, pleasant environment than walking the streets of our neighborhood, where I’m assaulted by car exhaust, horns, barking dogs and sharing sidewalk space. Plus, there is a bathroom nearby in case I am in need (although it happens to be closed for the winter). And my car in case I find myself suddenly too tired (which does happen) to walk any further. Before leaving, I peed. After walking for about 10 minutes, I felt that oh-so-familiar feeling come over me. “Nooooo,” I whined to myself. I pushed on for another 10 minutes or so then decided enough was enough and headed home. Well apparently this was a false alarm and the sensation was due to the baby and how she was positioned. Sitting down on the drive home caused her to move around so she was no longer resting on my bladder.
Hey, better safe than sorry. I’m thinking about taking along a cup with me in the car. Or else buying a tow-behind trailer and attaching a port-a-potty.
Talking with my girlfriend and neighbor today, I was of course told “Oh, this will only increase as you get closer to delivering,” she said, smiling.
“Yes, I know that”, I said, smiling back but with a bit of worry and annoyance in my voice.
She then mentioned the cup idea. Don’t think I haven’t already thought of that, I said.
Then there’s the eating factor.
Some days I eat as though it is my first meal in days. I eat with a passion, a vigor, that simply tickles me pink and amazes me. Today for lunch (this was after I had eaten two small meals earlier in the day), I ate two chicken wings, half an artichoke, some fingerling potatoes, a small helping of pasta and a homemade spelt bisquit. As I licked the sauce from the chicken off my fingers, I actually rolled my eyes and said “mmmmm”. Several times.
Is it really possible to have a foodgasm? I think it just may be!
Two hours later, I was hungry once again and ate a handful of kumquats (a first–a bit too sour for me), a chunk of a dark chocolate bar w/hazelnuts and some whole grain bread. That put me at around 4:30pm.
It’s currently 5:30pm and I’m already thinking about dinner…
