titties!

At 24 weeks, I have now hit the 180lb mark. As such, I am learning fascinating things that 98% of the female population learned at puberty: Did you know that your breasts can "rest" against your rib-cage and form sweaty pockets? Or that they can bounce so much during exercise that it's uncomfortable?

I never knew how lucky I was to be an almost-A cup.

In other news, I am attempting to correlate my medical knowledge of pregnancy with what I'm actually feeling and going through. I, for example, was taught to tell pregnant women to work out regularly, to eat small, regular nutritious meals and to pretty much live life as though they were not pregnant.

I would like my patients to know that I am sorry.

I am lucky to exercise twice a week, and that has to be yoga and gentle cycling, cos the rest of the day becomes a write-off if I push too hard. I need to eat massive, all encompassing meals to feel full, plus snacks, plus litres and litres of water (doubled blood volume, woo!). I sometimes become rage-blackout angry at things in my life, or cry for 45 minutes. As such, I am not living my life like a normal version of me.

On the other hand, pregnancy is still less strenuous than residency. I can sleep as much as I need to. I can eat when I'm hungry (and not force myself to inhale Tim Hortons bagels in the 10 minute windows between OR's), I am getting stretched and walked and massaged and people are so fricking nice to me all the time. (Example: Pickle went missing this weekend. Large search party assembled. I was walking the streets calling her name and developed pain in my belly. All males in search party immediately dropped everything to escort me home and bring me glasses of water. So weird. Nice, but weird.) (We found her. She's fine.) I am getting worried about my waning desire to return to work.

I read too many pregnancy blogs, worry about what I'm eating but can't stop eating and am constantly taking off my clothes cos I'm 30 degrees too hot. I am actually seriously considering copying another prego blog I read and adding my own prego photos and stats to my posts. On the one hand; this is supposed to be a medical experience blog! On the other hand; this is the only record I keep of my life that is free of Mr G, colleagues, etc, and it might be nice to look back when the kid is trying to murder me in my sleep.

So many thoughts. Time for more fancy yoghurt, then perhaps a nap. Pickle has a good sunny spot picked out.