Laying on my back-- I can't do it right now for more than 5 seconds before I get very uncomfortable. I'm like a turtle who's trapped on it's back and can't flip over. I hate it.
Relaxing baths-- I take baths now but it's not the same. I can't lie completely back (refer to above), the water can't be too hot (um, I like it hot hot), I barely fit in the tub (no joke) and they're more therapeutic than calming (ouchie hip therapy). Then there's the issue of carefully getting down into a sitting position and upon completion of the bath hoisting myself up and out. To say it's a struggle is an understatement.
Beer-- I haven't been this sober since I was a teenager (what can I say, I was an early bloomer and grew up in the suburbs where drinking was an obvious and easy past time). The first 4 months of pregnancy I had no taste for alcohol which was great. Lately, however, I could really go for a tall, chilled brewsky. I've taken a sip from Mr. Jarcy's and--holy moly--it's like nectar for the gods. I've also had this vision of me breastfeeding while relaxing with a glass of red wine and I'm pretty sure that's not how it works.
Flying--this one is especially weird because I am not a good flyer. I used to fly often so perhaps it's just weird to not be traveling at all. And as stressful as flying seems in the future, I'm already working on Mr. Jarcy to think a summer trip is a fabulous idea.
Cartwheels--Yep, I'd really like to do a cartwheel again. Other activities that fall under this category are handstands, backbends and leaps. Basically anything I did as a gymnast a billion years ago I miss. (And if you really want to see something hysterical, ask me to demonstrate jogging...Mr. Jarcy and my sister will vouch for how silly I look.)
Drinking something other than Gatorade--enough said.
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