went to visit my sister this past weekend in westchester. she is also pregnant - 9 weeks behind me. last week she had to have an emergency appendectomy, which gave us all quite a scare. thankfully she and baby are fine, and recovering well. my mom came down from maine earlier in the week to help out at home and in general baby the patient. we're never too old to be babied! i decided to head to westchester on sat, and i spent the night. normally, C and I drive, and it's an hour. but he was home with a bad cold/flu, and i decided to train it as the thought of driving through NYC stresses me out.
so to get to westchester involves driving to the train station (or walking a half mile), path to the world trade center, getting out and walking four blocks to the 4/5 train, taking that to Grand central and then taking Metro North to Mt. Kisco where i get picked up on the other end and driven to the house. All told, 2 hours each way.
i managed to get seats when needed, thankfully. if not at the first stop, then shortly thereafter.
i'm noticing a couple of things as this pregnancy progresses....
- i get winded going up stairs like a little old lady.
- i walk very slowly
- the bigger i get, the smaller my tolerance is for, well, just about everything and everyone.
For example...last week I lost it on my new boss after having to commute into the city two days in a row. I told him that if he didn't let me work from home he might as well fire me. It didn't go over so well...after a while I was able to smooth things over and still get my point across (i hope). A tip - don't say things in the heat of the moment, when you still have the memory of walking up six flights of stairs in the subway station fresh in your mind (escalator was out).
Random notes on this pregancy....
I have in the past few days developed an unbelievably itchy rash on my breasts. Apparently, like many things I've encountered in this prego odyssey - this is not uncommon. Gross, but not uncommon.
I'm still nauseous half the time.
Yesterday, I threw up on the sidewalk outside my building on the way home from work. No barf bag handy, so I just booted into the gutter. In the pouring rain.
I really, really, really hope this kid is cool, because I hate being pregnant. For anyone who loved it, more power to you.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
My bump is like the sun
Most people have a hard time looking directly at it.
At least on the subway.
Yesterday, coming home on the packed E train, karma wasn't with me. I had to smush in with everyone else, and though I stood in front of several able-bodied people, and tried to catch their eyes, no one would budge. I did managed to snag a seat at 42nd street, so i was only seatless for five stops.
This morning, on the Path to the World Trade Center, I waited one stop before a nice woman who looked to be about my age, offered me her seat. The four 30-something dudes to her left tried not to look at me.
Unrelated but still annoying:
When I got out at 53rd and Madison this morning, I saw, to my horror, that the escalator was not working.
I'd already climbed two flights of stairs at that point, carrying my heavy laptop bag.
I then had to haul my ass up an additional 4 flights of stairs.
Some old man looked like he was literally going to keel over and die, so i guess i didn't have it that bad. Still, I had to rest on every landing.
At least on the subway.
Yesterday, coming home on the packed E train, karma wasn't with me. I had to smush in with everyone else, and though I stood in front of several able-bodied people, and tried to catch their eyes, no one would budge. I did managed to snag a seat at 42nd street, so i was only seatless for five stops.
This morning, on the Path to the World Trade Center, I waited one stop before a nice woman who looked to be about my age, offered me her seat. The four 30-something dudes to her left tried not to look at me.
Unrelated but still annoying:
When I got out at 53rd and Madison this morning, I saw, to my horror, that the escalator was not working.
I'd already climbed two flights of stairs at that point, carrying my heavy laptop bag.
I then had to haul my ass up an additional 4 flights of stairs.
Some old man looked like he was literally going to keel over and die, so i guess i didn't have it that bad. Still, I had to rest on every landing.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Thanks for the panic attack....
Okay, so this isn't a travel-related post, but it is pregnancy-related.
Was just in the ladies room at work and ran into the office manager for job#1. She was inquiring about the pregnancy, how's it going, blah, blah. I told her it's been rough - with the morning sickness all through the first trimester plus the migraines i've been suffering the past couple of weeks. She looked at me with sympathy and said, "ohmigod - my sister went through the same thing." "Really?" I asked, thinking this was the part that she reassured me everything would be ok. "Yes, and she ended up going into Full Eclampsyia (WTF is that?) and giving birth at 6 mos. Her baby only weighed a pound. She almost died from loss of blood. The baby was in the NICU for months...." and on and on. She must have seen my face, because then she said "Oh, well - those were likely complications because my sister was older when she gave birth." "How old was she?" I asked. "34." Hmmm. "How old are you?" she asked me. "I'll be 37 when the baby is born." Thud. Quiet. "Oh." Then she asks me when my next dr. appt is - and it's in one week. But as she's talking i'm wondering if i should be calling the hospital and booking an OR. I began to feel a tension headache sprout right there in the ladies room. "All I can tell you is ask TONS of questions when you next go to the Dr.," she said. "Better to be safe than sorry." Um hum. Yeah. "Thanks for that great advice!" I beamed, and promptly turned and ran to my desk to look up all my symptoms on the computer.
Was just in the ladies room at work and ran into the office manager for job#1. She was inquiring about the pregnancy, how's it going, blah, blah. I told her it's been rough - with the morning sickness all through the first trimester plus the migraines i've been suffering the past couple of weeks. She looked at me with sympathy and said, "ohmigod - my sister went through the same thing." "Really?" I asked, thinking this was the part that she reassured me everything would be ok. "Yes, and she ended up going into Full Eclampsyia (WTF is that?) and giving birth at 6 mos. Her baby only weighed a pound. She almost died from loss of blood. The baby was in the NICU for months...." and on and on. She must have seen my face, because then she said "Oh, well - those were likely complications because my sister was older when she gave birth." "How old was she?" I asked. "34." Hmmm. "How old are you?" she asked me. "I'll be 37 when the baby is born." Thud. Quiet. "Oh." Then she asks me when my next dr. appt is - and it's in one week. But as she's talking i'm wondering if i should be calling the hospital and booking an OR. I began to feel a tension headache sprout right there in the ladies room. "All I can tell you is ask TONS of questions when you next go to the Dr.," she said. "Better to be safe than sorry." Um hum. Yeah. "Thanks for that great advice!" I beamed, and promptly turned and ran to my desk to look up all my symptoms on the computer.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Not above shameless behavior if it gets me a seat....
Friday afternoon after my first full week of work in almost 2 years I was beat. Add that I was carrying a heavy laptop and the added weight and girth of a near 5-mo. pregnant belly and I was more than ready to sink into an awaiting seat. Only problem was when I arrived at 53rd and 5th for the E train, there were track problems and delays, so of course, this means when the trains do show up, they are overcrowded. I managed to get on an arriving E train and parked myself in front of four able-bodied young fellows. All of them pretended to sleep or averted their eyes the second they saw me. I sensed a weak one in the herd, and I exploited him. I stared at him, even though he tried to avoid my gaze. I sighed loudly. And then, if that wasn't enough, I rubbed my belly WHILE sighing and staring. After one stop, I think it's safe to say that I made this man sufficiently uncomfortable. He glanced at me, asked "would you like my seat?" and i responded immediately. "Yes, thank you SOOO much. I really appreciate it." then as soon as I sank into the seat I rubbed my belly a couple of times and sighed for good measure.
On an unrelated note, I went to a bbq on Sunday in Sunnyside and there were a number of toddlers there (with parents of course). One of the toddlers in my friend's play group is named Attila. Seriously. Attila. Why, oh why on earth would parents do this to their child? And he doesn't have a nickname like "Atty" or anything. It's straight up Attila. That kid is going to have serious problems.
On an unrelated note, I went to a bbq on Sunday in Sunnyside and there were a number of toddlers there (with parents of course). One of the toddlers in my friend's play group is named Attila. Seriously. Attila. Why, oh why on earth would parents do this to their child? And he doesn't have a nickname like "Atty" or anything. It's straight up Attila. That kid is going to have serious problems.
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