Tri gear

I've moved into the 3rd trimester. The digestion is slowing down, I can't bend down to tie my own shoelaces without regurgitating breakfast contents at like 2 pm in the afternoon, and my legs are restless at night, keeping me up. So as I sit here and type this, I am testing out the CEP compression calf socks. As I thought, the calf-sters wouldn't be enough, I need a full sock if anything because the restlessness originates in the foot and travels up to the calf. So even though the calf is nicely hugged and compressed, I am feeling the crawly feeling on my upper foot. However, Fleet Feet ensured me that I can return the socks within 30 days, no questions asked, so I decided to spend the $40 for a chance to have relief.

Despite the lack of full relief I do feel pretty cool though in my triathlon gear. I imagine that I have done a long bike ride or perhaps a long run and am now "resting" at home with the calf things on my legs, recovering. Ahh, that word "recovery", so precious. Always makes me think of muscle growth and capillary expansion in the lungs.

As for other news, Sam put up the book shelves in the living room, looks pretty nice. We just have to pick out the rug for the corner that the shelves create and conveniently situate the baby play yard.

For dinner we ate at the "Tacolicious" taco bar in the Cow Hollow/Marina district. They're the guys that show up with a tent at the Ferry Building on thursdays. The aztec chicken soup was pretty yummy but a tad too oily, and the tacos were hit or miss. The beef and chicken were nothing special, but the asparagus mushroom and the fried cod tacos were great. I would definitely come back after the pregnancy for a nice beer and a few of those tacos that made the cut. Unfortunately the soup was also a tad spicy and had cheese, so on top of taking a lactose pill I also had to have 3 extra strength Tums. It seems obvious to Sam that HOME COOKED is the way to GO during pregnancy. But it is very hard for me to get something like that through my head sometimes. But all that is an old record playing.

Ahh, and of course I have to mention the baby massage class that we went to. It was kind of fun. We practiced massaging plastic dolls for two hours. Did I learn anything, I think so. But I guess we will have to wait and see. But some of the important pointers were: massage is NOT for when the baby is fussy, only when he is in active alert or passive alert. And you have to ask "permission," which made little sense to me because how in the world does the newborn know what you're asking him.

Tomorrow we have the childbirth prep class at the Serramonte plaza in Daly city which we will pair up with a trip to Motherhood maternity store for some swim suit shopping and some more maternity clothes. I feel like I already look like 9 months pregnant, and other pregnant women told me that as well. So either Kai is taking up an unusually large space, or I had more hidden belly fat than I was willing to accept in my conscious state by always sucking in. And I mean it, I am the Queen of sucking in my stomach. I'd do it so much in public that I'd get home with sore abs thinking, how did my abs get so sore?