Whoa, this post is three days late!
I’ve been super busy prepping for and then manning my Cooper-Young Fest booth. I’ll post about that later.
First things first: The progeny is the size of a large jicama this week. I’m sorry, I am from the sticks and have never heard of such a thing. I looked it up and apparently it is a Mexican turnip. Um, so why don’t the pregnancy websites just call it a large turnip? Am I missing something here? Does the whole world celebrate the jicama and I am just now finding out about its existence? That would not surprise me. 
I didn’t have much to report last week and it seems like I’m in the same boat this week. Everything seems to be going swimmingly, although I am noticing that my get up and go musta gone up and went (thank you, Steven Tyler). I pushed myself really hard for my dang festival booth and very nearly overdid it. Friday was not a great day, as Ray spent nearly eleven hours at The Med trying to make sure his persistent headaches and dizziness weren’t indicative of a major brain problem (they’re not, but he still doesn’t have a satisfactory answer for why he’s had two-week headaches/neck pain/dizziness/blood pressure spikes that won’t go away). I waited at the ER for a few hours but left to run necessary errands when I realized it was going to be an all-day ordeal.
I set up my mock tent in the back yard and hung up all my pictures and tried to envision how I wanted things to look. I lifted and moved re-lifted and re-moved and pushed myself more than I should have, probably. A whole chorus of lovely and helpful people will chastise me for this but I hope everyone understands that I do better than I direct, and I don’t do anything that I know is going to hurt me or the baby. I promise.
Of course, today I am paying for it because I am exhausted and sore and my back and hips are pissed at me. I even had foot and ankle swelling last night for the first time. And a headache. So I’ve spent my Sunday recuperating in my pajamas. I’m not leaving the house and I’m not going to feel lazy because of it. Unfortunately I’m missing a co-worker’s baby shower but I hope she will understand.
So I am going to attempt to try and take it relatively easy for the remaining few weeks I have before Jicama Guapo gets here. Ha, except for the one big freelance photoshoot project I have signed on for that won’t begin until October. That will be fun. I really am out of my mind and do not know when to give myself a break sometimes. Shades of my mother. My dad too.
We had a midwife visit on the 13th and everything is looking good. He’s head down and super low, like he’s just impatiently waiting for the elevator doors to open. Heart rate in the 140s. My blood pressure is good and I only gained a few pounds since the last weigh-in. I’m pretty sure those few pounds went to my ass, but I’m not a doctor so it’s hard to say for sure.
Don’t you say a word.
— A jicama is way bigger than a turnip. I actually almost bought one yesterday. They have a sweet, cool flavor to them, and go excellently in slaw or just plain pickled. I rarely buy them, though, because they’re unwieldy and they’re named jicamas.
— Poor boyfriend! I know exactly how it feels, and I hate to report that there’s not really much that can be done if it’s not serious. I have marathon headaches, neck pain and dizziness, too. The only good news I have is that I now take Atenolol twice daily, which lowers my blood pressure and in doing so reduces the NUMBER of headaches I have, but does nothing to curb the length or intensity of the ones I do get. Hopefully he will find some relief. If he discovers a magical cure please pass it along to me.
— I can’t wait for the CY booth post. I have nosed in a few of your pics and your stuff is sooo adorbs!