cleverly disguised as a responsible adult

It was bound to happen. I was expecting it to happen and I was still surprised that it actually became reality. Dammit.

There are certain laws of physics that you learn when you start learning turns in dance. Try to stay "pulled up", take small steps, keep your feet moving, and for the love of little green apples SPOT! If you do these things, you will go in a (generally) straight line and not get terribly dizzy. Yes, you still get a little dizzy, especially when doing several turns in a row, but you get used to it with practice. It's a matter of convincing your brain that your inner ear doesn't know what it's talking about.

Last night, during drills, we were working on inward two-step turns (if you start with your right foot, you turn counter-clockwise - it's a little harder than the other way) and barrel turns. We also do three-step turns, pivots, paddle turns, and outward turns at times. Belly dance is down with the spinning.

I've been doing these types of turns for about a year and a half. My body knows what it feels like to turn and what it's supposed to be doing. Last night, however, I became suddenly, drastically aware that my center of mass is not where it's supposed to be. Wobble city. I couldn't go in a straight line and got more dizzy than I knew I should be feeling.

I was really hoping that I'd get used to Peanut slowly. I was expecting that my center of mass would be shifting gradually and the big change would be re-adjusting once I have the kid. No such luck. And since I have a couple more months to go, I figure that as soon as I get used to where my center is right now, it's going to move again. My brain knows the physics of this, but my body has no idea how to handle it.

Dammit.

Did you know that when you throw up for 7 hours in a row that you can burst blood vessels in your eyes? Or that you can strain your diaphragm, upper abs, and ribs so that you can't exactly walk or be jostled without pain?

I learned these things last week. Not fun.

The doctor thinks that I caught a bug, seeing as how other gamers ate the same dinner without getting ill. I am going to go with that theory, since I have no idea what happened besides Lots Of Ick.

On the bright side, Peanut's heartbeat is still strong and we get to get a look at him/her on the 31st. So that's exciting and good. Everything else is just in holding patterns for now: stress, tired, chores, stress, tired, etc.

Day Twelve - Life

This is a bit belated because Downwood and I went on a manic, five-day tour of several of our family groups. We got a lot of really cool swag from the overly generous people we're related to. I don't think we did as good at giving cool gifts, but we tried. There was some Truly Amazing food, card games argued over, movies and bad football watched, and warm wonderful conversations. It was totally worth doing, even if I'm now totally exhausted. Very much reminds me how wonderful my life is and how lucky I am with the hand I've been dealt.

We also got to tell them that I'll be having a baby about three to ten days after my little sister's wedding next August. That went over pretty well.

We're thrilled, excited, and scared. We've also been reassured that this is perfectly normal. We have appointments this week with psychiatrist and OB and I'm getting a referral to a perinatologist so that they can make sure that everything's fine, what with me having been on both of my meds up until a week and half ago and maybe not off the second one for some time yet.

Details as we know them.