After our Mt. Hood Ski day (which happened to be our last day of the season… glad it was EPIC!), we stopped at the lodge to have a bite. Hazel had a few more bites than the rest of us.
And after she ate, we all had fun watching Hazel imitate Uncle Nate.
OMG. What happened to me over the last week??? I’ve gone from energetic, super-productive, active woman, to lethargic, lazy mess. I can only blame it on the third trimester… I hit 27 weeks today.
Super-productive active woman examples: Last weekend Nate and I drove down to Portland for an impromptu, last minute road trip to spend part of Easter weekend with Eryn, Brian and Hazel. Of course, their Easter weekend is always spent on Mt. Hood, and we were happy to oblige. I was taking powder shots at 3 o’clock in the afternoon off the green chair before we finally decided to quit. Even though my belly size prevents me from effectively buckling my own tele-bindings, we TORE. IT. UP.
And then the next day, being Easter, we visited every single family member from both sides of our families who lives within a 20 mile radius of the city. This is no easy feat, but it’s made significantly easier by potluck dinners, of which there were two. The Kaisers had deviled eggs, ham, homemade rolls, champagne pear salad, green beans, and a choice between banana cream pie and apple pie. (I indulged in all of the above, because I can.) The Marks had ham, turkey, No Mai Fan (sweet-sticky rice, a delicious Chinese tradition at every Mark family meal), green salad and Jello. They had dessert too, but I was too stuffed to even look at the options.
Then I hit the work week, putting in several 10-12 hour days, knocking things off my to-do list, and generally kicking ass…
But then I petered out.
Lethargic, lazy mess examples:
I think it all started with that stupid glucose test where they give the pregnant woman a sugary drink after making her fast for a number of hours beforehand. I was feeling fine until after that damn drink wore off. I guess there are several flavors to choose from, but my doc game me the lemon-lime drink. It was clear and tasted like flat Sprite with extra sugar. No big deal right?
Dim Sum jumped up and down for a few minutes while the doctor gave me my regular monthly examination, all appeared well, they drew my blood after an hour to test for gestational diabetes (no risk of that, thank God), but then the sugar wore off and I came down HARD. Of course, all this happened just in time for me to be at work. I basically sat in my cube, eating bits of cheese and fruit, and tried to stay awake for the rest of the day. I was mildly productive, got home, and promptly took a long nap.
What I didn’t realize is that my body would want to stay in that napping mode for what feels like forever more.
I was absolutely jones-ing on Friday morning to find my way to the ski area this weekend. I was watching the weather, watching the pass reports, watching videos about how SWEET April has been…
And then I crashed again. Or, rather, Dim Sum decided to show me what Braxton Hicks is all about. My stomach cramped in a way I’ve never felt before, starting in my lower abdomen below my belly button and kinda traveling about. Needless to say, I freaked.
I called Nate, who wonderfully came right to my work, decided to go get the car, and take me home. I promptly plopped on the couch and took another long nap, eventually moving to the bed, cuz the couch only stays comfortable for so long. Peppered with friendly visits and social engagements as bright spots in my weekend, I’ve been in a state of half-sleep all day long today. Even though the sun is shining, it’s warm enough to leave the jacket at home, and everyone is enjoying this respite from the cold, I’m at home, contemplating another nap.
I guess I’ll just snooze my way into the third trimester and hope more energy comes my way tomorrow…