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fleaIn mother news, following a second exchange of emails, she apologized. Without any takebacks, even. I may have to frame it. And of course what's on Morning Edition as I'm drinking my tea but Deborah Tannen talking about mother-daughter communication.
In Casper news, have I mentioned the current addiction to peanut butter bread and bananas (not together)? She eats the latter "like a monkey" as she pointed out. Also will eat whole raw mushrooms. We're doing better on mood - still bad times, but less continuous and catastrophic. Maybe it was a post-illness thing. Alas, the nose is again running today, so maybe we're up for another bout.
In Armadillo news, I was 15 weeks pregnant yesterday. This is a weird phase - most of the oddness of the first trimester that's always reminding me I'm pregnant is gone (the MUST EAT NOW OR DIE moments; I am not one for nausea) but there's not much of the later phases (kicks, round ligament pain, big belly). I keep wondering, "Is this still happening?" I suppose so. In looks, I am at the stage where I look and feel as if I have been eating a whole lot of ice cream lately. That is, I look and feel tubby, not pregnant. I am sure nobody notices but me and my pants. There is a definite difference in how much I can let it all hang out from last time, though - the abdominal muscles definitely remeber this whole process. I have temporaily let go of the worrying about the future and child care and things. I think my current mental plan is to keep Casper in her school and do what we did with her for the new one - a student about 20 hours a week, and mr. flea staying home a lot. That is, if the magic job and dissertation-finishing fairy neglects to visit us in the next 6-8 months.
In Casper news, have I mentioned the current addiction to peanut butter bread and bananas (not together)? She eats the latter "like a monkey" as she pointed out. Also will eat whole raw mushrooms. We're doing better on mood - still bad times, but less continuous and catastrophic. Maybe it was a post-illness thing. Alas, the nose is again running today, so maybe we're up for another bout.
In Armadillo news, I was 15 weeks pregnant yesterday. This is a weird phase - most of the oddness of the first trimester that's always reminding me I'm pregnant is gone (the MUST EAT NOW OR DIE moments; I am not one for nausea) but there's not much of the later phases (kicks, round ligament pain, big belly). I keep wondering, "Is this still happening?" I suppose so. In looks, I am at the stage where I look and feel as if I have been eating a whole lot of ice cream lately. That is, I look and feel tubby, not pregnant. I am sure nobody notices but me and my pants. There is a definite difference in how much I can let it all hang out from last time, though - the abdominal muscles definitely remeber this whole process. I have temporaily let go of the worrying about the future and child care and things. I think my current mental plan is to keep Casper in her school and do what we did with her for the new one - a student about 20 hours a week, and mr. flea staying home a lot. That is, if the magic job and dissertation-finishing fairy neglects to visit us in the next 6-8 months.