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I feel a little like a Sim. For those of you who haven't played it, your little computer character has a bunch of little Needs bars that you have to keep filled by making sure they do the right things. Hunger, Fun, Energy, Bladder, etc. I feel like my Fun bar is low. I want to get out and DO stuff, but I can't because I'm at work all the time and when I'm not, I know that realistically, I'm not going to be able to walk that much so outings must be carefully considered. Tomorrow, we might go shopping, but M has to work for an amount of time undisclosed to either of us (because they don't know--inventory) so we're not sure we'll be able to. M asked if shopping would help with my Fun bar... and it will! But it'll be more like the TV than the Playstation, if you know what I mean.
Also in an attempt to fill up my Fun bar, we went out to dinner tonight to a Mexican restaurant across town. He led us to a booth, and I failed to squeeze into the space for a person. Actually, M was nearly failing to fit into the space as well, but no one was giving him moo-cow looks. The booths on either side had squeezed the area to be too small. Our waiter looked distraught, and said "No no no!" when I even looked like I was going to try to sit. He ushered us over to another booth and yanked the table to one side and gestured for me to sit down. I had about a yard of space in the seat. After I was sitting, he moved the table back in place and allowed M to sit on the other side. The man even got under the table and fixed the legs so it wouldn't be wobbly. It was very charming and sweet--the world loves a pregnant woman, I have found--but there were other diners and I was blushing like mad. I have never had anyone feel the urge to furniture around my expanded girth before. It was definitely odd.
I had a doctor appointment this afternoon. I led her up to a SPD diagnosis but she didn't take the bait. I didn't force the issue because from what I can tell, there's not much that they would do about it anyway except possibly tell me to see a chiropractor. And maybe I should see one anyway but I've avoided finding a new chiro since we moved, and I hate to given in now. I am feeling some better than I did before I started taking suggestions from you all and from Dr. Google as to how to minimize the pain. I'll probably bring it up again at the next visit with a new doctor. That's the neat thing about seeing seven different people. :) Other than that, nothing much new and exciting. Heart sounded good. They drew a bunch of blood but no one would give me a straight answer as to what it was for except for "standard third trimester bloodwork". I didn't care that much but it is fascinating that they keep so much from you.
M is beginning to fuss at me for sleeping in my chair. He claims it makes Ducky sad. Isn't that a mean argument?
Also in an attempt to fill up my Fun bar, we went out to dinner tonight to a Mexican restaurant across town. He led us to a booth, and I failed to squeeze into the space for a person. Actually, M was nearly failing to fit into the space as well, but no one was giving him moo-cow looks. The booths on either side had squeezed the area to be too small. Our waiter looked distraught, and said "No no no!" when I even looked like I was going to try to sit. He ushered us over to another booth and yanked the table to one side and gestured for me to sit down. I had about a yard of space in the seat. After I was sitting, he moved the table back in place and allowed M to sit on the other side. The man even got under the table and fixed the legs so it wouldn't be wobbly. It was very charming and sweet--the world loves a pregnant woman, I have found--but there were other diners and I was blushing like mad. I have never had anyone feel the urge to furniture around my expanded girth before. It was definitely odd.
I had a doctor appointment this afternoon. I led her up to a SPD diagnosis but she didn't take the bait. I didn't force the issue because from what I can tell, there's not much that they would do about it anyway except possibly tell me to see a chiropractor. And maybe I should see one anyway but I've avoided finding a new chiro since we moved, and I hate to given in now. I am feeling some better than I did before I started taking suggestions from you all and from Dr. Google as to how to minimize the pain. I'll probably bring it up again at the next visit with a new doctor. That's the neat thing about seeing seven different people. :) Other than that, nothing much new and exciting. Heart sounded good. They drew a bunch of blood but no one would give me a straight answer as to what it was for except for "standard third trimester bloodwork". I didn't care that much but it is fascinating that they keep so much from you.
M is beginning to fuss at me for sleeping in my chair. He claims it makes Ducky sad. Isn't that a mean argument?
