decrepitude of late pregnancy

[flea]

The NYT dining section made me happy today, by taking on the theme of summery drinks (and even including a "recipe" for a Greek Nescafe frappe - a very amusing recipe that essentially reads: take instant coffee, a little water, sugar if you want it, and ice and shake it up, then add more water.) And then it made me sad, by talking about all these wonderful alcoholic summery drinks I can't drink.

I am become a creaky old woman with digestive problems as a result of the armadillo. My hips are creaky pretty much all the time - he's low and heavy, unlike Casper. This is probably a result of pelvic floor weakness, and also I realize is a contributor to my feeling that he'll come early.

The designer who arranged that the uterus be so closely intertwined with the whole digestive tract should be fired. I know some people are sick-miserable, and I am just burpy, constipated, and uncomfortably full even when hungry, but still!

Dillo has a strong kick. Casper's late pregnancy tendency was to keep her feet tucked firmly in the upper left quadrant under my ribcage; Dillo is all over the place but his specialties include attempting to exit my abdomen right above my navel, and to poke me firmly and painfully somewhere in the depths behind my pelvic bone. It's where I think my bladder should be, but it doesn't make me need to pee. Who knows what organ may be lurking down there at the moment.

Okay, let's go back to the happy thoughts of Nescafe frappe and genuine horiatiki salads (just very fresh room temperature coarsely chopped tomatoes, green peppers and cukes with a big slab of feta on top, doused in good olive oil and sprinkled with oregano) and good tzatziki made with Fage Total 10% fat yogurt. It's a plan for lunch on Saturday after the farmer's market.

Comments

[zmayhem.livejournal.com]

Oh, ouch, I feel for you, with the burpy and the constipated and the general discomfort and the awareness that plenty of people have it much, much worse, but still, this sucks anyway. And there you are, with an extra-active Dillo plus trapped in the middle of a Southern summer on top of it all. Bleah.

Oh, the salad and tzatziki sounds splendid. Are you officially saying to hell with the recent no-feta dictum from Teh Experts, or have you been saying to hell with it all along?

Sincerely,

Seeking Validation For Her Own Desire To Say To Hell With It And Cram Her Maw With Feta

[casperflea.livejournal.com]

Um, I never heard the no-feta dictum? We mostly eat Wisconsin-produced, pasteurized stuff (Athenos brand), so I assume it's pretty safe.

I am generally a to-hell-with-it sort of person, wrt these things, though.

[zmayhem.livejournal.com]

Teh Experts at my OB/GYN are very sternly no-soft-cheeses, including no feta. Listeriosis risk, IIRC. I've had some anyway, usually baked, but what I'm really craving is a great big slab of that painfully expensive Israeli feta you can only get at Trader Joe's, nice and chilled and practically raw.

At least my OB's office is casually handwavey about coffee as long as I stick to 3 or fewer cups a day, so it's not like they've taken away all my reasons for living. Being consistently awake and non-constipated makes everything so much better. But, still, I'm both cheese-craving and highly susceptible to the cheese guilt.

Agh. I can hardly bear to read about the Dillo poking you behind your pubic bone, you poor creature. I suppose it's some kind of sick mercy that your bladder has gone wandering off out of poking range.