Monday, July 12, 2010

Corporate restructuring

So my body has decided to do some corporate restructuring...
I can just hear the little guys. "Hmmm. Let's see. I think her uterus is a little to low, let's hike that up a bit here." YOu can hear the little people in hard hats, groaning as they pull the muscles and ligaments into their new location. They pull until they can't possibly achieve any further movement. "That'll work for now."

And "Uhh. Her hormone levels are starting to settle into something liveable. We can't allow that to happen." The little hormone chemists in the pituitary, turn the wheels and open the flood gates. Watch the chemical rise, just enough for the nausea/hurling meter to engage, along with some headaches (just for fun). You hear the whole system slow back to a semi-crawl, "Hmmm. That should do it. If she's not crying from exhaustion, we have not done our job!"

So those little corporate folks and I need to have a talk. I get it.. the baby has now reached 8 oz and is ready for some serious growing. I can see need for muscle rearrangement for the event. But seriously, not getting the need for the nausea/exhaustion guys!!! Isn't that counter productive at this point? You want the baby to gain weight right? I know, I know, she'll always get what she needs. But seriously, can't the rest of us be reasonably comfortable too. This is supposed to be the middle trimester... you know, where I feel like a human being.

1 comment:

  1. I just kept picturing the little yellow minions from Despicable Me while you were describing that!