Wait, What?

With the advent of my third trimester, my hormones have decided to start kicking my ass. Thus far, with a few exceptions, I’ve gotten off easy as far as mood swings and such. Things are definitely getting tougher. I started crying in the shower the other day, for no particular reason I can recall. And the expected stresses of life are becoming ever more overwhelming for me. ManDork got invited to an interview for the University of Calgary medical school, which should make me happy. But he’s not optimistic (based on some number crunching and statistics and other complicated factors) that he’ll get anything beyond wait-listed. And we’re still twiddling our thumbs waiting to hear from schools in the States. My list of pre-baby to-dos and purchases is growing ever longer…while the time until d-day (and the size of my bank account) shrinks ever smaller.

Plus, placenta brain.

Oh my gawd! The placenta brain!

It’s going to destroy me.

Half the time I try to speak I can’t complete a sentence properly. I’m frantically trying to just take care of basic chores (laundry? oh yeah! I needed to do a load…four days ago…now I need to do three). And it’s taken me all week just to get myself mostly organized in figuring out what needs doing before baby is born, never mind actually doing any of those things.

So please forgive me for not posting at my usual, regular intervals. I’m trying you guys. Really, I am. I swear, one of these days I’m going to forget or lose MiniDork. I’d probably lose MicroDork too, if he wasn’t still attached to me.

In more positive news…I finally got in to see a chiropractor who specializes in expecting mums. Now, being skeptics and fans of evidence-based medicine, both ManDork and I view chiropractic care as mostly “woo” and I feel silly even admitting I’ve visited one. But, the Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction pain I’ve been having (and had with MiniDork’s pregnancy as well), was driving me crazy, and, since ManDork’s supplemental employer health insurance covers chiropractors, I decided to give it a try. After all, it’s an actual joint alignment issue. It’s not like I’m visiting the chiro because I want her to cure a runny nose. One adjustment later, and the pain has lessened. Walking to the school to pick up MiniDork from preschool is much less a burden. If a few more visits can improve it further, great. And if it’s simply placebo effect? That’s fine by me. Whatever works so I can walk again! I slept better too, because I wasn’t as uncomfortable lying in bed last night. The practice I went to provides complimentary child care during appointments, and also offers pre and post-natal massage (also covered by our supplement insurance), so I may be spending quite a bit of time there in the next three months.

And see? This is where I was totally going to write about something else that’s been happening recently and now I won’t…because I can’t. Why? Because I can’t remember what the heck it was.

That’s just the way my life is right now…a constant state of “wait, what?”