4.14.2005

Potty Mouth

In my Bradley class we talked about how we react to pain and illness. Do I retreat into solitude or like to be waited on? Do I run to the medicine cabinet or take a nap? It occurred to me yesterday that if I am in a lot of pain I usually howl a string of expletives. I'm not sure that the nurses will appreciate my cursing nor would it be appropriate to yell out, "f*ckmebitchwhoremotherf*cker" as I am delivering my baby. Fortunately I've been told that during the most painful contractions, I won't be able to speak. This might be nature's way.

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On my way out of the office last night I ran into my other pregnant co-worker (in the bathroom of all places - how appropriate!). We had a nice little chat, I vented a little and she told me to hang in there and I feel 100% better today.

I've apparently "popped". I'm glad that people are noticing since my uterus is supposed to be the size of a soccer ball. I've been feeling higher kicks as well as some low ones which give me a glimpse into just how uncomfortable I'm going to be in a month or two.

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I have a sneaking suspicion that I was stung on my knee by yet another caterpillar and yet I don't know how or when.

2 Comments:

Beth Fish said...

Hey! My uterus is the size of a soccer ball too! :)

3:47 PM  
pregnancyweekly said...

Nurses have seen it all and have heard it all. :)

6:13 PM  

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