Jesse and I are going to have a baby. In 12 weeks. We don't know the gender. It's a surprise. I haven't really posted about it because I'm exhausted from some deficiency of something or other. Hopefully I'll get my energy back just in time to get exhausted from newborn care.
This pregnancy I have had a lot of reservations about going places. I never thought about why that was until Jesse and I went somewhere and I was getting really crabby about something. After some quick but deep introspection I realized I was cranky because there were no comfortable chairs anywhere. The seats were too deep, the chairs too high off the floor, the seats not padded....For whatever reason, no chair even approached comfortable. I realized that this had been a problem for not only this whole pregnancy, but for every single pregnancy I have had.
The frozen yogurt place we went to this last weekend had horrible chairs: the choices were wood, or a wall bench that had a seat that wasn't deep enough to even reach my mid-thigh. That made me really angry. I can see all the chairs being too big, because I'm short. But if a chair is too small for my 5'3" frame, SOMETHING is wrong.
Honestly, I wouldn't be able to make myself to go church if I didn't, you know, have a testimony. Chairs at church are horrible. You either sit in the really deep couches in the foyer (and have your legs stick straight out in front of you because you want your back to touch the back of the couch, or you have your feet on the floor, but have to slouch and subsequently squish your belly.), or you sit in a folding chair of the hard variety, (in which case your butt slowly slides out from under you until you're folding into your belly), or you sit on the padded ones (and have to arch your lumbar area which feels like DEATH, again, to keep from folding into your belly). Why doesn't anyone respect lumbar support?
I realize not everyone has this problem. Probably if I were taller and fit more chairs it wouldn't be such an issue for me. But, because nearly every single chair I sit in feels horrible, I feel like this is some kind of conspiracy or experiment to see if anyone actually goes insane from feeling beyond miserable.
Now that I've realized why I never want to leave the house (in part--the other reason being that I never want to put on real pants), it just makes me even more unmotivated to leave. Honestly, why would I choose misery?
