Friday, July 08, 2005
More mixed blessings.
It's really nice not having to worry about all the festivals in London this year. They're fun to attend, but a lot of effort to sit outside all weekend tending a booth. At the same time, I'm missing that excitement that goes along with it. Some of the people in the office are going, but they're not super excited about it or anything.
Michelle did ask me if I wanted to help out though...
Ian hasn't decided if he wants to go yet. I hope he does. I know it's not really his thing, even at the best of times, but I think he does need to get out more. If nothing else, I'm entitled to show him off!
He's upto 560 pounds now, and isn't showing much signs of slowing down either. I doubt we can keep this pace up, but there's a long shot of getting him to 600 pounds by the end of the year. He's carrying the weight better than I'd hoped, so I'm sure that he'll handle 600 pounds exquisitely.
His latest gains are possibly the most intriguing yet. Up until now, it's mostly been a matter of inflating his belly, with just enough fat everywhere else that it didn't look absurd. Now, it seems that the rest of his body is determined to catch up with his belly. His face has filled out, his arms have become gigantic. In fact, the arms might be the change that he's having the hardest time dealing with. He's not used to them being so big, so it's funny watching him try to do things where his arms get in the way. Usually it's just reaching for something in front of him, like when he's eating or at his computer, until he gets into his rhythm, he'll make a few efforts to reach across himself. It's so damn cute.
His legs have also filled out nicely. He's got some fantastic curves going on! (But don't tell him that.) It's probably the other change that's really affected him: he keeps bumping things with his hips. He's gotten used to leaving a clear berth for his belly and bum, but having hips is new to him. They jiggle nicely, from side to side when he's walking, so I don't get to see that very much. I can tell when he is walking though, because he seems to always bump into something. Even if it's just brushing against the wall or a door frame, you can hear when he's on the move. (Of course, even when you can't hear him, you can feel him on the move, the floor in the apartment does shake when he's walking!)
Finally the fat on his torso (his chest, his back, and, yes, his belly) seems to have softened up. It gives him this great look, almost like he's been inflated. The fat is softer too, I can really dig my hands into it like never before. He's got the texture of a breast all over his body. Ian, my human boob... (don't tell him I said THAT either.)
Watching adapt to his new body has been tremendously fun. There's the aforementioned problems with his reach and with his hips of doom. There's his new 'waddle', which has universally been reclassified as a 'plod'. He's definitely slow on his feet, and the side to side motion is virtually gone, aside from the hip wiggle. Each step is an exercise in shifting his weight forward, I don't think he's got the balance for the side to side motion of a waddle.
His centre of gravity has changed too, which means that getting up isn't the same as before. He's been pretty good at it though, he just keeps adapting his rolling technique. I never get tired of watching that either: he pivots his body (which usually involves jiggle inducing squirming) so that he can plant a foot on the ground. Then, he shift his ass up in the air so he can roll over and put his other foot on the ground. With both feet planted, his ass up high, his arms supporting his weight, and his belly resting on the couch/bed/where ever, he finally stands up and turns around. The process almost looks awkward, and yet he makes it seem majestic, like the slow motion revelation of a massive sculpture.
What's not majestic is watching him get up from a small chair (like a dining room chair or an office chair. He opens his legs up, basically straddling the chair. He leans forward and then throws a leg out to catch himself, bringing the other leg up before he falls. That's awkward. To his credit, he hasn't fallen while doing it.
Finally, there's the sex. I really can't keep my hands off him. If I'm within arm's reach of him, then I'm touching him. He's so soft and warm and squishy, I can't help myself. It gets to the point where he's got to tell me hands off when he wants to sleep. That works about half the time.
The problem is with bun in the oven, I can't have him on me. I'm absolutely DYING to feel what it's like to have him on top of me, but I can't. So usually I'm on top of him, or we're using a more vertical position. I love the feeling of his belly resting on my ass. It's been creeping down, I can feel his belly on my back sometimes! It's hot and heavy, but still gives me that extra little stimulation, so I get off a lot quicker. It also helps that since being pregnant, I can get off pretty much by thinking about it.
lol.
Oh yeah, it's not just Ian who's getting fat, there's me too! The whole pregnancy thing is like temporary insanity. My mind is all over the place, I don't know what the hell I'm doing half the time. If I've got something to focus on, I'm pretty good, but if something catches my attention, I'm lost. The worst is at home, Ian's a living distraction. He can't come into the kitchen, or else I'll ruin whatever I'm making. He can't come in while I'm getting dressed, or else I'll never get dressed. God help us all if he happens to drop by work!
The pregnancy has amplified my senses to the point where I can always smell something delicious, which means I'm always hungry. I salivate like crazy now, if someone has lunch at their desk, I'm sure I look silly wiping my mouth. I eat whenever I can, and the people at work have figured that out, everyone seems to keep treats at their desk, which they're happy to offer me.
It's the same thing at home, I'm spending a lot more time in the kitchen than before, and loving it. I'm snacking while I'm cooking, and it's becoming a bit of a challenge to keep ahead of myself, and make sure I actually get enough made up to satisfy Ian, knowing that he's gotta share with me.
Now that I'm over 330 pounds again, it brings me back into the 'fat' range. For me, 330 pounds is 'fat', and this sort of snuck up on me. I've been so concerned with ian's weight, and just the whole pregnancy thing, getting 'fat' again was the furthest thing from my mind. I've been anticipating getting as big as 380 pounds, so it's not a surprise; it's just real now. I can feel the changes in my body, my belly's getting rounder, and getting a solid feeling to it. I can feel my joints softening up. I know that there's some hormone that does that, which helps the pelvis become more flexible. It makes the rest of my joints a little achy if I'm not careful though, and carrying 332 pounds certainly makes it harder to be careful! My waddle has been changing too, I'm not sure if it's the weight or the pregnancy, probably both. I'm enjoying it, people are always watching me, wherever I go, I like that too. People are very helpful, so I think it's obvious that I'm pregnant, not just fat. They weren't very helpful when I was just fat (although I'm still surprised how many guys seemed to like seeing me fat), so it's nice. I'm sure in a few months, people will be more helpful than when I was stick girl. We'll see.
Gosh, how far can I go without getting off on some tangent? I'm sure my English teacher would have a heart attack (not that she would be reading my diary, and if she is... Hello Dr. Burke) at my complete lack of grammar or structure.
Michelle did ask me if I wanted to help out though...
Ian hasn't decided if he wants to go yet. I hope he does. I know it's not really his thing, even at the best of times, but I think he does need to get out more. If nothing else, I'm entitled to show him off!
He's upto 560 pounds now, and isn't showing much signs of slowing down either. I doubt we can keep this pace up, but there's a long shot of getting him to 600 pounds by the end of the year. He's carrying the weight better than I'd hoped, so I'm sure that he'll handle 600 pounds exquisitely.
His latest gains are possibly the most intriguing yet. Up until now, it's mostly been a matter of inflating his belly, with just enough fat everywhere else that it didn't look absurd. Now, it seems that the rest of his body is determined to catch up with his belly. His face has filled out, his arms have become gigantic. In fact, the arms might be the change that he's having the hardest time dealing with. He's not used to them being so big, so it's funny watching him try to do things where his arms get in the way. Usually it's just reaching for something in front of him, like when he's eating or at his computer, until he gets into his rhythm, he'll make a few efforts to reach across himself. It's so damn cute.
His legs have also filled out nicely. He's got some fantastic curves going on! (But don't tell him that.) It's probably the other change that's really affected him: he keeps bumping things with his hips. He's gotten used to leaving a clear berth for his belly and bum, but having hips is new to him. They jiggle nicely, from side to side when he's walking, so I don't get to see that very much. I can tell when he is walking though, because he seems to always bump into something. Even if it's just brushing against the wall or a door frame, you can hear when he's on the move. (Of course, even when you can't hear him, you can feel him on the move, the floor in the apartment does shake when he's walking!)
Finally the fat on his torso (his chest, his back, and, yes, his belly) seems to have softened up. It gives him this great look, almost like he's been inflated. The fat is softer too, I can really dig my hands into it like never before. He's got the texture of a breast all over his body. Ian, my human boob... (don't tell him I said THAT either.)
Watching adapt to his new body has been tremendously fun. There's the aforementioned problems with his reach and with his hips of doom. There's his new 'waddle', which has universally been reclassified as a 'plod'. He's definitely slow on his feet, and the side to side motion is virtually gone, aside from the hip wiggle. Each step is an exercise in shifting his weight forward, I don't think he's got the balance for the side to side motion of a waddle.
His centre of gravity has changed too, which means that getting up isn't the same as before. He's been pretty good at it though, he just keeps adapting his rolling technique. I never get tired of watching that either: he pivots his body (which usually involves jiggle inducing squirming) so that he can plant a foot on the ground. Then, he shift his ass up in the air so he can roll over and put his other foot on the ground. With both feet planted, his ass up high, his arms supporting his weight, and his belly resting on the couch/bed/where ever, he finally stands up and turns around. The process almost looks awkward, and yet he makes it seem majestic, like the slow motion revelation of a massive sculpture.
What's not majestic is watching him get up from a small chair (like a dining room chair or an office chair. He opens his legs up, basically straddling the chair. He leans forward and then throws a leg out to catch himself, bringing the other leg up before he falls. That's awkward. To his credit, he hasn't fallen while doing it.
Finally, there's the sex. I really can't keep my hands off him. If I'm within arm's reach of him, then I'm touching him. He's so soft and warm and squishy, I can't help myself. It gets to the point where he's got to tell me hands off when he wants to sleep. That works about half the time.
The problem is with bun in the oven, I can't have him on me. I'm absolutely DYING to feel what it's like to have him on top of me, but I can't. So usually I'm on top of him, or we're using a more vertical position. I love the feeling of his belly resting on my ass. It's been creeping down, I can feel his belly on my back sometimes! It's hot and heavy, but still gives me that extra little stimulation, so I get off a lot quicker. It also helps that since being pregnant, I can get off pretty much by thinking about it.
lol.
Oh yeah, it's not just Ian who's getting fat, there's me too! The whole pregnancy thing is like temporary insanity. My mind is all over the place, I don't know what the hell I'm doing half the time. If I've got something to focus on, I'm pretty good, but if something catches my attention, I'm lost. The worst is at home, Ian's a living distraction. He can't come into the kitchen, or else I'll ruin whatever I'm making. He can't come in while I'm getting dressed, or else I'll never get dressed. God help us all if he happens to drop by work!
The pregnancy has amplified my senses to the point where I can always smell something delicious, which means I'm always hungry. I salivate like crazy now, if someone has lunch at their desk, I'm sure I look silly wiping my mouth. I eat whenever I can, and the people at work have figured that out, everyone seems to keep treats at their desk, which they're happy to offer me.
It's the same thing at home, I'm spending a lot more time in the kitchen than before, and loving it. I'm snacking while I'm cooking, and it's becoming a bit of a challenge to keep ahead of myself, and make sure I actually get enough made up to satisfy Ian, knowing that he's gotta share with me.
Now that I'm over 330 pounds again, it brings me back into the 'fat' range. For me, 330 pounds is 'fat', and this sort of snuck up on me. I've been so concerned with ian's weight, and just the whole pregnancy thing, getting 'fat' again was the furthest thing from my mind. I've been anticipating getting as big as 380 pounds, so it's not a surprise; it's just real now. I can feel the changes in my body, my belly's getting rounder, and getting a solid feeling to it. I can feel my joints softening up. I know that there's some hormone that does that, which helps the pelvis become more flexible. It makes the rest of my joints a little achy if I'm not careful though, and carrying 332 pounds certainly makes it harder to be careful! My waddle has been changing too, I'm not sure if it's the weight or the pregnancy, probably both. I'm enjoying it, people are always watching me, wherever I go, I like that too. People are very helpful, so I think it's obvious that I'm pregnant, not just fat. They weren't very helpful when I was just fat (although I'm still surprised how many guys seemed to like seeing me fat), so it's nice. I'm sure in a few months, people will be more helpful than when I was stick girl. We'll see.
Gosh, how far can I go without getting off on some tangent? I'm sure my English teacher would have a heart attack (not that she would be reading my diary, and if she is... Hello Dr. Burke) at my complete lack of grammar or structure.
// posted by Charlotte @ 12:35:00 PM 
