March 1, 2007

Junk, Yick, Sleep, Chore

I notice that if I eat something purely nutritious, such as a heap of carrots or a fruit smoothie, I feel a little queasy and "off" until I eat something like a Twix bar. I have wondered if, over the years, I have primed my body to expect junk, and so when I eat too much nutritious food I create a Junk Imbalance. It reminds me of when I read, years ago, that the reason carbon monoxide poisoning works is that even though your body can't use carbon monoxide, it prefers it to oxygen. Your body will keep sucking in that carbon monoxide like it's Twix bars, until there's no room for the oxygen. This may not be the purely scientific explanation; it's been a long time since I read anything about carbon monoxide. These days I'm more likely to be reading about Angelina Jolie.

I'm feeling a little yicky this morning. Nothing in particular is wrong, it's more like a mixture of issues from the pregnancy grab-bag: a little short of breath, a little queasy, a little tired, a little crabby, a little sore. Plus, I had a smoothie for breakfast, so I have the aforementioned junk imbalance. I'm 26 weeks pregnant, and so this is the week my OB wants me to go do the gestational diabetes screening. I don't really mind that sweet drink: it's not delicious, but it doesn't make me want to throw up. What I don't like it sitting in the lab waiting room with all the people who look like they're carrying mutant germs. I get restless and have to go walk around and put Germ-X on my hands for the tenth time in an hour. I'm sure this has nothing to do with the sugar in the drink.

I have a suggestion to add to yesterday's sleep tips: have your husband tell you a long, boring story about a small, hard-to-find, complicated problem he encountered at work. Last night I was so wired I couldn't even close my eyes, but then Paul told me just that sort of story and before I knew it I was asleep. Before you start worrying about Paul's tender feelings, let me rush to say that he tells me these stories on purpose to help me sleep. He'll see me lying there all wide-eyed and twitchy, and he'll say sympathetically, "Do you need a long boring work story?"

Today's 10-minute task was cleaning out the drain in our bathroom sink. It was draining very slowly, and all I can say after cleaning it out is NO WONDER. I've spared you the Before and After pictures. You're welcome.

7 comments:

Trena said...

I hate that generally yucky just 'off' feeling pregnant or otherwise. If I eat too much sugar without enough non-junk to balance it out, I can count on that very feeling making an appearance.
My magic make-me-sleepy thing is to turn on the fan part of the air conditioner. I just think 'ooh bland noise that I don't have to concentrate on' and I'm out. My husband can do the trick of while I'm talking to him, looking completely awake and paying attention and alert and then fall very suddenly and deeply asleep while I'm mid-sentence. He needs to teach me that trick!

Mommy Daisy said...

Eww, thanks for leaving out the pictures. My tub drain has been really slow. I probably should get to that someday...maybe.

I hope that you start feeling better. It's no fun when you're pregnant and icky feeling. I remember. Oh, and I pity yu for having to drink that nasty stuff for the diabetes test. My doctor told me to eat a candy bar an hour before my appointment. Maybe you should call and see if they'll let you do that instead. I rather enjoyed eating a 3 Musketeers bar at 8:00AM.

coffee stained said...

I couldn't sleep last night either, so I opted to watch the A&E Biography on George Washington. Instant snoozefest. I can see how boring work stories would work too.

Ever since having a kid my hair has fallen out in clumps, so needless to say, our drain needs constant attention and it is not pretty. Thanks for sparing us the pictures :-)

Erica said...

I had to take the gestational diabetes test THREE FREAKIN' TIMES. My OB was convinced I had diabetes and wouldn't rest until that damned test came back positive.

Bastard.

Oh, but I'm not bitter or anything.

Melanie said...

Somebody is starting to nest. Closets? Drains? I recaulked the bathroom tub at 28 weeks and put in some bushes in the front bed. Take care and put up your feet!

Swistle said...

Melanie-- Paul will occasionally ask if I'd like him to bring in a big pile of twigs, maybe some fluffy bits of yarn.

Devan said...

eww, thank you for sparing us pics.