stub·born /ˈstʌbərn/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[stuhb-ern] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–adjective
1. unreasonably obstinate; obstinately unmoving: a stubborn child.
2. fixed or set in purpose or opinion; resolute: a stubborn opponent of foreign aid.
3. obstinately maintained, as a course of action: a stubborn resistance.
4. difficult to manage or suppress: a stubborn horse; a stubborn pain.
5. hard, tough, or stiff, as stone or wood; difficult to shape or work.
OUCH…..I mean I like to think of it as having a “persevering attitude”, can do and will do. But unreasonably obstinate? Well maybe a tad.
So you all know I may have a teensy weensy habit of over-doing it, not taking it easy, okay… being flat out anal. I hear all the time, “Kelly relax, let others help, don’t do so much, don’t lift so much, the dishes can wait…..yaddah yaddah yaddah.” No comprende! Unless magical elves are coming in the middle of the night then I need to get crap done. That is what Ryan is going to put on my tomb stone because I apparently say it so much, “Ryan, did you get crap done?”
So yesterday two of my girlfriends asked if Chloe and I wanted to join them on a walk at Black Water Creek. Ummmm….70 degrees out and we have been in the house all day…yes please! So off we went. This is the kind of trail that is paved, flat and marked every quarter of a mile. Let’s just say I have been dealing with a lot of cramping this pregnancy, particularly in 2nd and 3rd trimester. Most of the time it turns out to be gosh awful diarrhea or just straight up gas….but sometimes it is just that really intense menstrual cramp feeling.
I realized quite quickly…like one quarter mile in that I was not doing good. Mayday, mayday, this ship is going down. Not wanting to be a total wuss because they might be giving out a trophy at the end of the trail for chubby, out of shape, pregnant women…I kept trucking on. Picking up Chloe’s sippy cup for the gazillionth time, chatting and laughing all the while trying to control my breathing. With each step the cramps got tighter and tighter and tighter until I was convinced that 10 monkeys were inside my belly jumping up and down on every possible organ. The kicker is once you get a mile in….YOU HAVE TO GO A MILE BACK OUT. So I casually say that a mile is all I could hack and we need to get back. I was feeling every bit almost 32, out of shape and hugely pregnant with each agonizing step. I had pit stains down to my ankles and felt like the biggest wuss ever. I look over at my glowing friend, Candace, who is 25 weeks pregnant and did a spinning class at 6:00am that same morning and is barely breaking a sweat. Beeotch! (she knows I am kidding) I think my new rule is to find friends who are more out of shape than myself so I don’t feel guilty.
Needless to say, I was a mess by the time I got home. I could hardly move, let alone walk or raise my solid 27lb child from the ground into my arms. My amazing husband was the evening wench getting everything ready so that I could lay as still as possible on the chaise sucking down glass after glass of water. To no avail, I cramped solidly until I went to bed at 11, each and every time I got up to pee I thought I was going to die on the way to the bathroom as the weight of Bennett slamming down into my pelvis once I got off the bed. Am I being dramatic enough? Seriously, it was a killer night. First thing in the morning I still could hardly move and the cramping was ever so present. Ryan made the executive decision to stay home with me to help with Chloe. By 9:00 I decided to call the doctor. I don’t want to over react and I don’t want to under react….so better safe than sorry.
Long story short….after a rather uncomfortable pelvic exam (could her fingers be any shorter? I think her whole hand was inside before she hit my cervix!) I am NOT dilated, I am NOT effaced. I am a little soft, but no biggie. There will be no Bennett on the menu tonight, thank goodness. He needs to stay put for at least 2 more weeks..AT LEAST! I just freakin OVER DID IT…I know, gasp…..MEEEEEEEEEEEE, over do it? Be….what’s that word?????? Oh stubborn…..yeah, okay, guilty! So I was put on bed-rest through the weekend which is sort of a joke because we have a trade show on Saturday. But I have Ryan home today and he called in for tomorrow and we have company all weekend so I have extra hands with Chloe and another male to set up with Ryan on Saturday morning……so there you have it.
Don’t feel too sorry for me I am sitting on our porch on a 70 degree BEAUTIFUL day watching my husband bend over and wash the car…NICE….with a bowl of brownie batter just inches away writing a blog post. Maybe I could get used to the bed rest thing. Now please don’t leave me comments with your tales of whoa of over doing it and having bad things happen during pregnancy, I don’t want to hear it. I also don’t need a lecture, I have my own mom thank you very much. My hand is slapped, I am “taking it easy” as they say and I am thanking my lucky stars for my wonderful husband.
Excuse me while I shovel another mouthful of batter into my out of shape body.
I’ve yet to be pregnant but I can see myself overdoing it. I have trouble asking for help and usually want to save face. Throw in my body image issues and woah(!) is that gonna be a good time.
When I over-exert myself my face turns the color of a ripe tomato. It’s incredibly becoming.
Oh gosh Kelly!!!!!!! Will you NOW please start taking it easy. Do you want me to fly a zillion miles to come have a talk with you?!
1st - A sippy cup leash is a must. We can beat these little buggers at their own game!
2nd - Been there, done that. I ran (!) for the train up a flight of stairs when I was 32 weeks and ended up in making an emergency trip to my doctor’s and HIS hands are the size of basketballs! So yeah, ya big dodo, chillax! :-*
3rd - mmmm, Brownies…gotta go!
Okay - TWICE, Kelly, TWICE you mention the 70-degree weather. I literally teared up both times - blurry vision, welled eyes. Then you had to shove the knife in with a walk on blackwater creek. I have a little ache in my heart for the ‘burg, for taking a walk with you and candace on the trail…oh, and I’ll bet you’ll say next that you have buds on the trees already. Sigh… It was in the upper 40s yesterday (with winds that made it feel colder, though) and you would have thought it was summer. Our neighbors already have their summer furniture out on the deck and any time it is sunny and above freezing, they’re out there. And our snow pile at the end of our driveway is down to just a little over three feet…
Glad you have your batter, your beautiful days, and your hubby’s bum to keep you company. Also glad to hear that you’re able to take it easy and use your guests to fill in the gaps this weekend. Love you!
i swear i don’t know how you do it.. now that i think about it, it takes me a month to get done what you do in a day. i’m glad you have been told, and you are resting this weekend…. now i’m off to get me some brownie batter. Man, the power of suggestion has more than a grip on me these days! I’m in a trance.. brownies…brownies.. wonder what Candace is making tonight.. brownies. you comin’?
I totally thought he was comin at the end of this post and almost scrolled down to the end before I finished reading.
And brownies, thanks for reminding me to eat more!
that guest is ME. i repeat, that guest is ME.
tho i’d love to be there when bennett is born, i’d really like him to bake a few more weeks for your sake! be a good girl and take a freakin’ chill. i meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnn….
i love you.
Overdid it throughout pregnancy numero uno. Flatly refused help and sometimes ignored OB’s orders of rest and relaxation (carpet surely won’t vacuum itself). Nothing bad happened with the exception of some killer cramping and a few emotional breakdowns. Pregnancy number dos, halp me, big fat whimp who can’t even get herself a glass of water, what the dishes need to be done, diapers can hold for 8 hours, right? I am now the queen of taking it easy.
Mmmmmm brownie batter!!
Enjoy it while you can! the bed rest that is, though I guess the brownie batter too!
I just wanted to tell you that my daughter, Morgan, who is 19 months old, loves to sit in my lap and look at the pictures of your little one. Its pretty cute, she walks over holding her arms out and says, “uppa… i see choe?” Ive used your pictures as a distraction to get her to stop crying sometimes too. :^) Its pretty cute. Shes been trying to “make lips” like her, but she hasnt quite figured it out yet. For her its more of an open-mouth, upper-lip-over-teeth look. Just thought Id share. :^)
omg, my doc would SHOOT ME if i told her i had been eating RAW EGGS during pregnancy!!!! i’ve been CRAVING choc chip cookie dough but have the FEAR OF THE DEVIL instilled into my brains from her CODE RED WARNING!!!!
it was gorgeous here today and made me LUST after summer.
until i realized i am going to be a mammoth living in the swamp of DC this summer. i visualized mosquitoes, hair soaked to my forehead….and me bitching up a storm.
why cant it stay SPRING YEAR ROUND????
Yummmmm brownie batter
I much prefer the batter to the actual brownie.
xoxo
Hey, I was sweating too - that’s why I was glowing. I am glad the doc put you on bed rest just b/c you have been doing a lot and while we’re all anxious (least of all you) to meet Bennett, he’s still not done cooking. Enjoy another beautiful day today sitting on your hiney and letting your hubby do all the work
Actually, come to think of it, maybe that’s why she overexerted herself. So, she could watch me overexert myself. Hmmmmm….
Have fun checkin’ out your hubby wash the car, fun idea! Except we are missing the nice weather bit. Darn!
Nothing but empathy from me: It is SO easy to overdo it when you are that pregnant. Enjoy this time to be still and rest! Pretty soon you will not have the luxury…
And good for you for eating that brownie batter! Brownie batter is super yummy.
Darcie
Like you, I tend to keep doing more and more and more…can’t settle down! THOUGH my stubborness doesn’t include dishes! Sheesh! I will pick up toys a hundred times a day…but I hate dishes almost as much as I hate folding laundry and putting it away!
I found my “who needs sleep?” attitude didn’t work well with pregnancy. Take is easy mama! More brownies, more!
oh man. had i read this sooner and known you were on bed rest i would have called, since i think that is my only chance of having a chat with you these days…so much to talk about! enjoy the rest!