random thoughts on a rainy tuesday

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.