We are officially middle-aged.
Except, we're just starting our family and Dave's second career. Apparently all very common these days. Except by the time we have our 'family home' it will be time to move into an active adult community. [Not that we would!!]
So--anyway--back to Dave. Last weekend, we went to that tasty Mexican restaurant in downtown D.C. This weekend, we went to see 'The Dark Knight' and Dave got to play with his new 'Grand Theft Auto' videogame and we had delicious ice cream cake from this place called Maggie Moos. Those are the things he really wanted for his 40th. His mom is coming this weekend, and we'll celebrate more of the birthday season.
Except--POOR DAVE--I ruined his birthday. First, I should say, I cooked an elaborate, delicious breakfast--and everything was normal and lovely the first part of the day.
Later, he took me to the movies on what was possibly my worst time in my whole pregnancy. I resolved my pants issue--by getting some more that are HUGE. So--that was OK. But--I wore some shoes that I had been wearing throughout--but, that I shouldn't wear these days--they're just too tight with my sausage-dog-ankles. But, fashion took priority over reality--since we were going out in PUBLIC.
Sitting for 2 hours was pretty near unbearable, and my right ankle swelled sooo much during the movie--that realistically, I couldn't wear my shoes--and I basically had to limp and shlep myself while holding onto walls and ballasters while we walked back to the car. No possibility of browsing or having a nice time at the mall together. I felt like everyone was staring at me. It was really crowded, and there were lots of people behind us. I felt like a spectacle.
It felt like we parked a million miles away. By the time we got back to the car, I was verging on tears. Just so completely frustrated by this whole thing. It goes on and on and on. There's little I can do to relieve my discomfort. I can't even verbalize exactly what feels so uncomfortable. I guess a 7 pound person pressing and pushing on internal organs...? So--it was bad. I think Dave was bewildered about what to do.
My fragile emotional state with complete meltdown lasted well into the evening. And instead of me making a yummy birthday dinner for everyone, Dave had to get Chinese Take-Out. It was the first time I was that emotional in this whole 9 months.
Dave was a peach. As usual. So sweet. He sat with me and held my hand and ordered me to relax for the next several days.
I have been a fit and healthy person in my life--so all of this physical limitation and constant discomfort has really challenged my self-concept. Not to mention, put a real crimp in my actual activities. Like the movies. Come on--how hard is it to go to the movies?!!
Big fun. We miss you!
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