Monday, December 29, 2008

still horny, and, bikram yoga adjustments part 1

It's true. Still horny. But lucky for me I have a horny partner to keep me busy. He's happy to offer me the appropriate hysteria treatment when I'm in need. And there's always the morning sex. The almost time to get out of bed sex. And the hey, we're both clean! sex. (It's fun to be all smooth and slippery together.)

Lately though, I can simply whip out the girls — my friend Tracy would be so proud of me. She has always referred to her formidable boobies as "the girls," of course she's also had two breast reductions and is still, well, still has some very nice girls — and shake them in the general direction of my male's gaze and whammo! Hysteria treatment here I come. (I almost typed "cum," guess I should have)

So yes, I happily embody the stereotype of the horny pregnant lady. We'll see what happens if I ever get the ickiness/vomiting/fun time that I've also been promised. And really, I can't predict how hot I'll feel when I've got an extra 20 or 30 pounds on me. Considering the fact that I feel bloated and fat for at least a whole day after a full meal, well, yes, we'll see if the when round I still feel like bouncing my boobs, let alone a bed.

mommy-to-be viewing materials:
Rajashree's Pregnancy Yoga: I went to my bikram yoga class last night and told the instructor why I would not do a few of the poses. She acted appropriately, squeeled, giggled and congratulated me. And handed me a video (yay! VHS) to take home. It offers corrections for some of the poses that compress the wrong parts. Most of the corrections are for the floor series.

Bikram yoga pregnancy postures: A quick Web search and I found the Dallas Bikram site offers the postures illustrated by a real deal pregnant lady in action. (See image above)

More on bikram and practicing while preggars: From Bikram Yoga, this page focuses on being flexible, both in your practice and your consideration of your practice. While pointing out that "practicing yoga during pregnancy is one of the healthiest ways to nurture yourself and your baby," the author also calls for caution: we might be more flexible during pregnancy, but we have to be extremely careful not to injure ourselves by pushing too hard. Also, our balance will change as the pregnancy progresses.

So, yeah, here's to being "flexible."

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

horny lil mama

can't believe how horny I am! Slept in today just so I could have more sex dreams.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

I meant to write a post yesterday. And even though I sat on the couch, computer on lap or on coffee table all day, I simply couldn't be bothered. I'm not sure if I had my first day of morning/all day sickness and/or if the headache was one of those fancy first-through-second trimester headaches, but I felt kinda crappy all day.

So, after I caught up on the day's political intrigue and Hollywood gossip, made a visit to Io9 and a few other brainy blogs, I watched the tiny screen on my computer: the second half of Get Smart — cause the night before I couldn't be bothered to finish — an ep. of House, and way too many Terminators: The Sarah Connor Chronicles.

Mind-numbing Terminator didn't help my headache any and I realized at 4pm that instead of going to bikram yoga, I was going to spend the remainder of the afternoon on the couch, doing my best interpretation of a hangover Saturday.

While I did consume 1.5 glasses, maybe 2, of red wine the night before (from 9:30 pm to midnight, very well spaced out, thanks for asking) I didn't think such a small amount of red could set me up for a day of doing nothing. But then again, gotta adjust to my tiny passenger. And gotta take advantage of the lazy days while I still can.

At least that what all the baby books say. Cause, you know, life's about to end, etc.

Of interest yesterday: On the pregnant-lady hike with Kitty (who is 9 weeks, Lan couldn't make it who is I think 7 weeks in) Kitty shared a bit of reading material with me. She's learning about childbirth's social and legal evolution over the past century or so. She referenced the changes that occured at the beginning of the 20th Century when the medical community did their best to outlaw the work of midwives and such.

I'm thrilled that her research is taking her through the history of midwifery and all. While she might not ever feel that a home birth or a midwife is for her, it's inspiring to listen to a friend making such important discoveries. This is history that we might not have been aware of but sure as hell is about to affect us very personally.

To view list:
We have a date to view The Business of Being Born.
Ross and I will soon watch: BodySong:
All I know is that it kicks off with something like 30 births; consecutive squish and fluids and catching of noodle-like new borns. Oh joy! Ross wants to see it again, maybe for the soundtrack? Nah, I think it's for the blantant strangeness that is the reality of birth.

Mommy-to-be reading materials:
Fit Pregnancy (two winter issues).
yays: good stuff that can be applied throughout pregnancy. Conversational tone, not preachy, up-to-date info on teas withoug telling me that a cup of chamomile will lead to miscarriage, because that's just silly.
nays: I don't read most women's magazines because I very much dislike all the skinny models. I'm not super round or even out of shape, but I don't identify with a 5'10" lady with thighs that don't touch and when she's used to illustrate a story about, well, most things, I turn the page. Fit Pregnancy has lots of photos of pregnant women, BUT THEY'RE ALL PREGNANT MODELS. Which it totally baffling to me! I'm being told to expect to gain a minimum of 25 pounds, to get ready to feel like shit, want to vomit all the time, be constipated, develop hemorrhoids, etc. And the lovely ladies in this mag have model thin arms and legs, perfect skin and hair and are pretty much the same age. Where are the pregnant chicks in the late teens, 30s and 40s?

Personally, I'd like to see some chubby faces, thick arms and for the love of human-proportion readers, when you run an ad for a product that keeps our pants up after we get to big to button or even zip our favorites pair of jeans, use a lady that's weighs more than I did in week one of being preggars!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

sneezey, sippy beer and loving my big boobs

I have been sneezing for 12 hours. Being the bad pregnant lady that I am, I tore into a package of Benadryl Allergy while I was hauling ass to meet up with a friend for lunch. I didn't eat the package, but I did eat the meds. And at lunch I drank a pot of English Breakfast tea. The sneezing stopped for long enough to deliver my expert advice to a staff of technies who were hidden behind a wall-size mirror. (Usability study, me and my BlackBerry = $150) The sneezing picked up again in time for my 90 minute drive back to Richmond.

And then came the dizziness. Oh joy. I wasn't sure if the room was spining due to junior's activities or my aversion to sneezing once per minute. So, like a, well, "bad" (and I mean that in a good way) I turned on the heater, went upstairs and masterbated until I feel asleep.

When I woke up. The dizziness was gone.

So I checked out my new boobs. And by new I mean they are new every dang day. Which is super fun for me. And for Ross. And for anyone else who cares to notice. I grabbed one at lunch to show Natalie. She agreed, it was infact a real boob!

My mom was right: my last and only hope for bigger than an A cup was gettin' knocked up. So yay! to being knocked up!

I mention beer cause I had myself a few sips of stout. Which settled my stomach all the sniffling. Thank you Mrs. Stout!