Monday, August 29, 2005
Happpy XXX Birthday Amy!
Oops.
I know it seems painfully obvious now, but: I'm not 19 years old, I'm not 110 pounds, and I'm not... um... not pregnant.
I tried to have a go like I was back in university, without the alcohol or smoking, of course, on the weekend. It was Amy's 30th birthday, and we took her out in Toronto! It was a lot of fun, but Sunday was the roughest Sunday I've ever had, and that includes all the hangovers. Everything hurt, I was sick to my stomach, and I was supposed to be the one to drive home!
Saturday was nice though, when Amy was with her family, I got to visit with Jeri and Amanda. She's just growing up so fast, I really can't believe it. She was just a tiny baby, I remember. I miss that, and seeing her just made me all the more excited about having my own.
I remember back when Jeri was a 'big fat pregnosaur'. She seemed so huge then. She was, maybe 190 pounds. I think she's bigger than that now! Certainly no match for my 330 pounds. She said I looked great, I'm pretty sure she meant it. I don't get to see her enough, so I don't know her as well as I used to. I can't imagine she wouldn't mean it though.
Today's still kinda rough, I'm taking it easy at work. I'm still a bit queasy, my hips are still in pain, and my back... well, it's part of being pregnant, I'm told. A few more good nights' sleep ought to do the trick.
Tonight is going to be fun though, now that she's done her 'Toronto Birthday', she's doing her London birthday today. She's over at Michel's place, as we speak. The plan was stuff her silly all day long. I get to do dinner tonight, and I've something good in mind, hope it comes out!
I know it seems painfully obvious now, but: I'm not 19 years old, I'm not 110 pounds, and I'm not... um... not pregnant.
I tried to have a go like I was back in university, without the alcohol or smoking, of course, on the weekend. It was Amy's 30th birthday, and we took her out in Toronto! It was a lot of fun, but Sunday was the roughest Sunday I've ever had, and that includes all the hangovers. Everything hurt, I was sick to my stomach, and I was supposed to be the one to drive home!
Saturday was nice though, when Amy was with her family, I got to visit with Jeri and Amanda. She's just growing up so fast, I really can't believe it. She was just a tiny baby, I remember. I miss that, and seeing her just made me all the more excited about having my own.
I remember back when Jeri was a 'big fat pregnosaur'. She seemed so huge then. She was, maybe 190 pounds. I think she's bigger than that now! Certainly no match for my 330 pounds. She said I looked great, I'm pretty sure she meant it. I don't get to see her enough, so I don't know her as well as I used to. I can't imagine she wouldn't mean it though.
Today's still kinda rough, I'm taking it easy at work. I'm still a bit queasy, my hips are still in pain, and my back... well, it's part of being pregnant, I'm told. A few more good nights' sleep ought to do the trick.
Tonight is going to be fun though, now that she's done her 'Toronto Birthday', she's doing her London birthday today. She's over at Michel's place, as we speak. The plan was stuff her silly all day long. I get to do dinner tonight, and I've something good in mind, hope it comes out!
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
A-Whale Watching We Shall Go!
We went on an Alaskan coast cruise, from Vancouver. It was to celebrate our first anniversary. Ian liked the cruise last summer, except he didn't like being in the Caribbean in the summer, so, we did the logical thing, we went to the North Pacific in the summer!
It was a better idea this time! It was much cooler, but just as much food. I was surprised that we actually had landfall destinations, but I guess people don't like being couped up on a ship for seven straight days. I don't know why, we'd have been happy staying on board the whole time. We did a few excursions, that was the best way to go whale watching! We also did landfall with some friends we made on board.
We made an interesting match of friends. Our neighbours were a retired couple from Texas. They'd retired a couple of years ago, they owned a restaurant, and sold it to their son. They're in their 50s, I think (I never really asked), so they're still spry and such. (Not that Ian and I are really 'spry'!) When she hit menopause, she gained a tonne of weight. At first she was really awkward and hated it, but they had the sort of revelation I had: fat's fun! They never became serious gainers, like Ian and I, but they're both closing on 300 pounds. They spend their time trying different places to eat.
When ever we made landfall, he knew the chef in the best restaurant in town, and he made sure we got to have their specialty, so we had a couple of absolutely fantastic 5 star meals. On board, there's always plenty of food, I think our friends really enjoyed watching Ian and me making our serious assaults on the food available. I think that we ate more with an appreciative audience!
The whale watching excursions were... well... they were nice, but the second time out, I got incredibly sea sick. the first time was great though, it's cool seeing the whales up close, and seeing how they really operate as a family!
The other great part about the Alaskan cruise is seeing the glaciers. You're right there as ice bergs break off! It's an incredible noise, you see these tiny pieces of ice fall off and splash into the water, and then realise these 'tiny pieces' are probably the size of the cruise ship. We could've gone for a walk on the glacier, but we both agreed that it would probably lead to disaster to go for a long hike on the ice. We stayed behind and had more lunch instead.
Overall, we ate much more than we did in the Caribbean last year. I think, shipboard, the food was better last year, but having a couple of great meals on land made up for that.
The worst part of the whole thing were the flights. We each bought two seats, which meant we weren't actually seated 'together'. It was easy enough trading with the poor soul who wasn't keen to sit next to Ian either way. It was fun snuggling together in a seat wide enough for three, but fun wears out pretty quickly when you've got a folded up armrest poking into you for a few hours. On the flight home, we also make sure to pack plenty of snack food in our carry ons. We were STARVING when we arrived in Vancouver! Much happier when we got back to Toronto.
It was a lot of fun getting to spend that much time with Ian, without a schedule to worry about. Just being able to lay there when we wanted, eat when we wanted, go for a walk if we wanted.
It was also a great chance to catch up with the changes in his body. He's been hovering around 560 pounds for a couple of months now, but even though his weight hasn't changed much, there's still changes in how he looks. His fat is definitely getting to be 'flabbier'. When he gains quickly, his fat makes him look round, the fat has almost a firm quality to it (it's all relative, 'firm fat' is still pretty soft, just not as soft as 'flabby fat' someone needs to write a book!). It's tough to know which I like more, the firm fat or the flabby fat. I think I like them both, and enjoy the fact that it changes over time, so I don't have to pick.
The flabby fat lets gravity take over a little bit more, so his weight tends to droop a bit. His belly hangs lower, his man boobs are more pronounced. He's starting to form rolls on his legs where the flab is being pulled down in layers. His arms have become quite massive too, when he's reaching for something, you can see the fat hanging off and swaying gently.
It's tough to tell if his waddle's been changing. I think it might have, but it could be in my head too. He's definitely slow on his feet, and there's much less movement than when he was, say 400 pounds. With slower steps, there's less jiggling, less side to side movement. It's almost a disappointment really! Almost, there's a different quality in the way he walks, a sense of defiance, I think, that makes up for the lack of jiggles and wiggles. It might be a disappointment for fat admirers, but it makes him damn sexy to me.
The cruise definitely padded me out somewhat. My belly is getting fatter faster than the baby's growing, so it's getting softer, not harder, as it gets bigger. I know that waddling around a ship for a week really did a number on my hips. I don't really mind, it was nice to get off my feet when I could, and I rather enjoy the pronounced waddle I've got now, better than the waddle I had when I was fat! The extra weight feels good too, it's really kicked up my appetite too. On the cruise, I went bite for bite with Ian, or at least pretty close to it.
And now... back home... back at work.
Blah.
It was a better idea this time! It was much cooler, but just as much food. I was surprised that we actually had landfall destinations, but I guess people don't like being couped up on a ship for seven straight days. I don't know why, we'd have been happy staying on board the whole time. We did a few excursions, that was the best way to go whale watching! We also did landfall with some friends we made on board.
We made an interesting match of friends. Our neighbours were a retired couple from Texas. They'd retired a couple of years ago, they owned a restaurant, and sold it to their son. They're in their 50s, I think (I never really asked), so they're still spry and such. (Not that Ian and I are really 'spry'!) When she hit menopause, she gained a tonne of weight. At first she was really awkward and hated it, but they had the sort of revelation I had: fat's fun! They never became serious gainers, like Ian and I, but they're both closing on 300 pounds. They spend their time trying different places to eat.
When ever we made landfall, he knew the chef in the best restaurant in town, and he made sure we got to have their specialty, so we had a couple of absolutely fantastic 5 star meals. On board, there's always plenty of food, I think our friends really enjoyed watching Ian and me making our serious assaults on the food available. I think that we ate more with an appreciative audience!
The whale watching excursions were... well... they were nice, but the second time out, I got incredibly sea sick. the first time was great though, it's cool seeing the whales up close, and seeing how they really operate as a family!
The other great part about the Alaskan cruise is seeing the glaciers. You're right there as ice bergs break off! It's an incredible noise, you see these tiny pieces of ice fall off and splash into the water, and then realise these 'tiny pieces' are probably the size of the cruise ship. We could've gone for a walk on the glacier, but we both agreed that it would probably lead to disaster to go for a long hike on the ice. We stayed behind and had more lunch instead.
Overall, we ate much more than we did in the Caribbean last year. I think, shipboard, the food was better last year, but having a couple of great meals on land made up for that.
The worst part of the whole thing were the flights. We each bought two seats, which meant we weren't actually seated 'together'. It was easy enough trading with the poor soul who wasn't keen to sit next to Ian either way. It was fun snuggling together in a seat wide enough for three, but fun wears out pretty quickly when you've got a folded up armrest poking into you for a few hours. On the flight home, we also make sure to pack plenty of snack food in our carry ons. We were STARVING when we arrived in Vancouver! Much happier when we got back to Toronto.
It was a lot of fun getting to spend that much time with Ian, without a schedule to worry about. Just being able to lay there when we wanted, eat when we wanted, go for a walk if we wanted.
It was also a great chance to catch up with the changes in his body. He's been hovering around 560 pounds for a couple of months now, but even though his weight hasn't changed much, there's still changes in how he looks. His fat is definitely getting to be 'flabbier'. When he gains quickly, his fat makes him look round, the fat has almost a firm quality to it (it's all relative, 'firm fat' is still pretty soft, just not as soft as 'flabby fat' someone needs to write a book!). It's tough to know which I like more, the firm fat or the flabby fat. I think I like them both, and enjoy the fact that it changes over time, so I don't have to pick.
The flabby fat lets gravity take over a little bit more, so his weight tends to droop a bit. His belly hangs lower, his man boobs are more pronounced. He's starting to form rolls on his legs where the flab is being pulled down in layers. His arms have become quite massive too, when he's reaching for something, you can see the fat hanging off and swaying gently.
It's tough to tell if his waddle's been changing. I think it might have, but it could be in my head too. He's definitely slow on his feet, and there's much less movement than when he was, say 400 pounds. With slower steps, there's less jiggling, less side to side movement. It's almost a disappointment really! Almost, there's a different quality in the way he walks, a sense of defiance, I think, that makes up for the lack of jiggles and wiggles. It might be a disappointment for fat admirers, but it makes him damn sexy to me.
The cruise definitely padded me out somewhat. My belly is getting fatter faster than the baby's growing, so it's getting softer, not harder, as it gets bigger. I know that waddling around a ship for a week really did a number on my hips. I don't really mind, it was nice to get off my feet when I could, and I rather enjoy the pronounced waddle I've got now, better than the waddle I had when I was fat! The extra weight feels good too, it's really kicked up my appetite too. On the cruise, I went bite for bite with Ian, or at least pretty close to it.
And now... back home... back at work.
Blah.
Friday, August 05, 2005
Just Enough of a Post to Prove I still Exist
Can't seem to be bothered with this blog these days. I'll regret it, I know it.
Whoever said "ignorance is bliss" was probably pregnant. My mind has become marshmellow. I can't remember anything, I can't hold a train of thought, everything is passing in a blur!
As bad as that sounds, it's working out pretty well; whenever I do something stupid, I've forgotten. Someone asks me about it, and I pull a blank. Instead of feeling like an idiot, I just shrug it off as "preggo brain". I get away with it because, well, it's true. The people I work with know that I'm having some trouble. They're helping me keep track of things, and I'm pretty good at writing everything out, so I've really got to try to muck up now.
Ian sometimes forgets that I forget though. He'll ask me about something from like last week, and I've got totally no idea what he's talking about. Even if I wake up miserable in the morning, I forget about that, unless Ian reminds me, in which case I don't care, because I'm not miserable any more. Or if I am, it's for something else.
The new car is very nice, it's easy to get in and out of, it rides nicely, and it's comfortable. Ian's taking some time getting used to it, so sometimes he's a little more aggressive than it can take, but we haven't had an accident, and he is getting better.
Whoever said "ignorance is bliss" was probably pregnant. My mind has become marshmellow. I can't remember anything, I can't hold a train of thought, everything is passing in a blur!
As bad as that sounds, it's working out pretty well; whenever I do something stupid, I've forgotten. Someone asks me about it, and I pull a blank. Instead of feeling like an idiot, I just shrug it off as "preggo brain". I get away with it because, well, it's true. The people I work with know that I'm having some trouble. They're helping me keep track of things, and I'm pretty good at writing everything out, so I've really got to try to muck up now.
Ian sometimes forgets that I forget though. He'll ask me about something from like last week, and I've got totally no idea what he's talking about. Even if I wake up miserable in the morning, I forget about that, unless Ian reminds me, in which case I don't care, because I'm not miserable any more. Or if I am, it's for something else.
The new car is very nice, it's easy to get in and out of, it rides nicely, and it's comfortable. Ian's taking some time getting used to it, so sometimes he's a little more aggressive than it can take, but we haven't had an accident, and he is getting better.
