i guess most people do, but i think i'm slightly more extreme in my associations. anything i ate or was around when i got sick, i associate that with sickness. this particular trait ticked mike off when i began associating krispy kreme donuts with hurling. i couldn't go near the place for over a year--i'm just now getting to where i can eat donuts again. baked spaghetti and lasagna are still completely out of the question *blech*.
even i will admit my associating has gotten ridiculous. when i was first pregnant, i was nauseated and exhausted all the time. add to that a stomach virus and a stressful work situation and you've got a pretty miserable time. now i get sick any time i think about anything i ate or did during that period of time. kristen heitzmann used to be one of my favorite authors, but i was reading a series by her then and now even looking at her books makes me nauseated. for the longest time downtown repulsed me, but i think i might be getting over that. i tried listening to audio adrenaline the other day and immediately felt sick. don't even get me started on food... (much to mike's dismay, jack in the box is a place i can never go again).
so, yeah, i'm weird.
life's going well. work's slightly busy, but that's okay. i'd rather be busy than bored. gehrig does a good job most of the time. he just sleeps in his carseat. i daresay i have the best baby ever. i have spoiled him a little though. i never knew how painful it is to hear your own baby cry. but i've decided that he'll be much happier in the long run if i let him cry now. so naptime has been a little rough for the past few days. he's doing better though. i haven't rocked him to sleep in two days. :( that's kinda sad and good at the same time.
gehrig definitely has burke blood--he loves music. if he's really upset, the only thing that settles him down is if i sing to him. yesterday he was lying on the floor and i was singing to him, and he started singing with me! i mean, obviously the kid didn't carry a tune or anything, but it was a definite attempt to sing. guess we've got another baby genius on our hands.
but then, with me for a mom, what did you expect?
until...
liz
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