Thursday the twenty-one street

Wednesday 20th

Jake brought home a cup of soup today. At first I was excited, thinking it was split pea soup, but he explained it was potato-cheddar soup and it was his because he didn’t get some with his lunch downstairs.

The idea of potato cheddar soup kind of disgusts me, but once it was open and the aroma was filling the apartment… I stole it from him. And ate half. It was the best, most delicious thing ever… and then all of a sudden I couldn’t stand the idea of swallowing it. But that is generally how things go with me nowadays.

This afternoon I had the fun of filling out my medical history online for my doctor’s appointment tomorrow. It was so generic and there was nowhere to list anything that we need to list. My piriformis pain from the last few weeks, my clicky hips from when I was a baby, Jake’s neural-tube-defect-caused epidermoid cyst. It was all generic boring info.

Thursday 21st

Last night for dinner, I made bbq chicken pasta. It was a recipe from a food magazine that Lisa gave me. Made the sauce and it filled the apartment with the most delicious aroma. Jake came home and started licking the air like a cat. It was hilarious. After an hour of simmering the sauce I threw in an onion, a bell pepper (capsicum) and some shredded chicken that I had cooked up the day before. An hour later (time consuming recipe!) and the pasta was cooked and we could eat this delicious smelling, and tasting, meal.

Of course, I got through 3 forkfuls and it was too sweet for me to be able to eat. I can’t tolerate sweet things anymore, which is difficult for me because my snacks have always been sweet things (or really salty things like potato chips or pretzels, and I can’t do salty at the moment either) so I keep coming up with absolutely no ideas when I need a snack! Very frustrating.

The GOOD thing about the pasta, the sweetness mellowed overnight, so I could eat some for lunch and it wasn’t too bad. Still a touch too sweet for my pregnant tastes, but good.

I had my first prenatal visit this afternoon. The midwife was absolutely lovely, very friendly and professional and just nice. I love when people are nice. The practice likes patients to see all the doctors/midwives because who delivers the baby depends on what day of the week it is, which means I may not get to see this particular woman again. I hope everyone there is just as nice.

I went alone to the appointment, Jake didn’t want to take a half day for the second Thursday in a row. Which is totally understandable, but still sucks.

I left here needing to pee, because I knew they wanted me to pee in a cup when I got there. Problem was, it was so hot that I think I sweated it all out. And then I got stuck in the parking lot (there are only spots for maybe… 30 cars? I’m not sure, but it is tiiiny) and ended up parking on a tiny section next to some parks that had diagonal lines on it. I was relieved the car was still there when I got back, honestly. Stupid tiny carpark.

I had to wait for… maybe 15 minutes between the nurse checking my blood pressure and giving me a gown to change into, and teh midwife showing up. That was when Jake not being there sucked. There was no posters or anything on the walls to read, and no one to talk to. So I had a mini-nap on the exam table. It was pretty comfy actually!

I got to hear the baby’s heartbeat! Last week at the ultrasound we didn’t hear it, just saw it as lines on the screen. So I felt all "haha" to Jake that I got to hear it and he now has to wait a month for my next appointment before he gets to hear it. Made me feel better about him not coming with me, because he missed out on something cool.

The most amusing part was when I got home. I walked in the door at the bottom of the stairs and saw Jake fiddling with his keys at the top of the stairs. Bam! Awesome, awesome timing. I was so glad my repeated "do not latch the door when you get home!" stuck in his brain, because it was way too hot to deal with that. I love when he remembers stuff without big notes as reminders. Makes me smile.

Dinner… it was too hot to cook, so we heated up a frozen pizza that we half covered with bbq chicken pasta. Pasta ON pizza was weird but aaaaawesome.

Friday 22nd

Today… ew. So ew. Last night it didn’t cool down, so I didn’t sleep well. I went to the post office as soon as it opened (9am) and it was already 30°C (86F?). So wrong. I was sweating after the not-even-10-minutes walk.

Because we live above a restaurant, and our kitchen and bathroom are directly above the kitchen area downstairs… those rooms get disgustingly hot. They are actually worse right now because I nailed a blanket to the door frame (there were already nail holes…) so that we could have the air conditioners actually cool the lounge room and bedroom. It seems to be working wonderfully, which is great because I was really sad about the lack of door-to-the-kitchen. And the blanket isn’t quite as long as the door, there is the perfect amount of space at the bottom for the cats to walk into the kitchen without ducking. Even better!

I spent about 2 hours debating dinner tonight. I didn’t really eat any real food today (I had lots of fruit and fruit juice and some awesome puffed rice things that tasted like pizza) so I felt dinner needed to be proper food. And because it was SO HOT I had to decide if I really wanted a roast chicken from the store and some coleslaw, or if I would be happy enough with making a scrambled-egg-and-breaded-chicken-breast sandwich. I eventually decided that the 20 minute round trip would be worth it, and it so was. The food was fantastic. I couldn’t eat much because I can’t really eat when it is hot, but what I did eat was sooo good. And probably healthier than any other option we had that didn’t involve cooking and making the apartment more disgustingly hot.

I should probably go to bed. I have to get up relatively early tomorrow to go get my blood taken (prenatal testing woo) and I want to get it done before it gets too hot. Blah. I want summer to DIE already.

Also, so you know, my piriformis pain seems to be subsiding. The stretches must be working. Although I don’t really stretch, I lay on the ground and Jake presses on my leg until I tell him not to. So it is more like physical therapy. Lazy stretching. Awesome.

Title: About 2 days before my appointment, I got a automated call for me to confirm. Last week, when it was on the 14th, the robot voice said " fourteen T H" which I thought was pretty amusing. It got better this week though, due to an appointment on the 21st. The robot said, and I wish I could have shared this with Jake because it was so hilarious I feel weird being the only one that heard it… "twenty one street" WHY?! So weird.