Flattering and Inappropriate... But Isn't That How It Always Is?

Tycho and I spend a lot of our days at the pool. Fortunately, during the day, the pool is usually a hang-out place for kids under ten. Wednesday was the exception.

Yesterday we went to the pool in mid-afternoon. Instead of the usual crowd of kids, there were 7 or 8 adults (I'm using this term loosely... what I really mean is they were all at least 20 years old) messing around. I thought we'd be okay; it's not really necessary to have other kids around for Tycho to be entertained (he can entertain himself--the luxury of being an only child). However we only stayed for about half an hour. I decided it was time to go when one of the women almost lost her bikini top--a joke, I assume, and a false alarm, but I didn't want to stick around and wait for it to actually happen.

Long story short, we left, but there was a guy hanging out by the exit who was trying to flirt with me (I say trying because I think it takes two to flirt, and I was just trying to ignore him). Anyway, he ended up asking me if I was still with Tycho's father and being disappointed with my answer (YOU BET I AM!!). I'm not sure which I think is more trashy, that he was hitting on me when I had my child in tow, or that he actually asked that question. When I was walking away, I heard one of the girls from his group tell him that, obviously, the girl he was just hitting on is pregnant. He said he didn't care, that I looked good anyway.

So, I was disgusted, and yet... Is it bad to say that I was a little flattered? Sure, it was absolutely inappropriate, and why would I care what a guy like that thinks? I shouldn't enjoy affections like that, but... I AM a girl, and sometimes it seems my self-esteem depends on it. From a purely logical standpoint, I should be completely fulfilled knowing that my husband loves me and finds me attractive, but for some reason when other people say so, it gives an extra boost to my self-esteem.

But, for the record, I was completely disgusted.

Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Immune System Gone?

First, I got a cold. Not too bad... except that it took me a week and a half to get over it! Then, I got an ear infection, which I have never experienced before (except when I was a baby, which I do not count because I have no memory of it) and, boy, did that hurt! And NOW, I have these teeny tiny white bumps on my hands/fingers that itch like crazy!! This last one the doctor says is caused by stress and all three of them are due to a compromised immune system.

Yes, compromised. Suppressed. Weak. Because I'm pregnant. Because my body is changing to accommodate the baby. And, besides getting fat and cranky, apparently this means that my immune system is not up to par (so it does not reject this foreign object). Who knew? Not me, because nothing like this happened last time. Ugh. I've never had so many things go wrong with my body in the span of one month. Props to those who deal with this, and worse, all the time, because I would not be able to handle that.

On to a lighter subject, I am so glad my husband is on board with me not carrying Tycho for the remainder of this pregnancy. Sure, I'll still pick him up once in awhile as needed, but I'm not gonna carry him around the store if he doesn't want to walk, or give him a piggy-back ride around the neighborhood, you get the picture. These things are now reserved for Daddy. Technically, I'm not supposed to be lifting more than 15 pounds, and Tycho is almost 30 pounds, so there you have it.

This brings up an interesting topic, though. Here's the thing: Obviously, I want to be a good mom to Tycho. This means I probably shouldn't lounge around all day in my sweat pants while Tycho watches one barney video after another (although sometimes I feel like doing just that). BUT, I also want to be a good mom to my unborn little girl, so I can't overexert myself, which is exactly why I can't give Tycho piggy-back rides around the neighborhood. I have a feeling this is just the beginning of a million different situations in which the needs of little Mara (just seein how the name reads on paper) will clash with Tycho's needs.



And this, I address to my blog: Please bare with me through this job, because I spend all my free time on the computer doing at-home work, which I'm very thankful for, BUT it kinda makes me sick of typing and the computer in general, so there is little to no motivation to update you. Sorry, Charlie.