emotions

Today I was bored because Liam was throwing a fit when I tried to set him down while sleeping.  I don't know how the kid can tell whether he's sleeping on my lap or on the couch, but he can.  Anyway, to pass some time I turned on Glee.  Yay!  I was watching the season one finale, and I don't remember what my reaction was the first time I watched it, but this time I was totally crying during any Quinn & baby scenes.  I don't know if it's because I have Liam now, or because I'm freakishly tired, or what, but those scenes had me massively tearing up (and feeling really happy that I had a c-section and didn't have to push!).  That just looked awful.  Although I like to think that I wouldn't have yelled at Jeff the way Quinn yelled at Puck.  I would hopefully be a little nicer.

I wish it wasn't true

The last few days my feet and ankles have swollen massively (thanks pregnancy hormones!), and when I told Jeff how weird it now feels to point and flex my feet he pointed out that my feet and ankles look as if they belong to Aunt Marge from Harry Potter.  He then asked me if I wanted him to contact the Ministry of Magic for me to help deflate me.  Ha ha.  Unfortunately I think his comparison of me to Marge isn't too far off track.  Eew.  On the positive side, at least my hands, though swollen slightly aren't as bad as Marge's.  I can still comfortably wear all my rings.  Yay!