This is what it's like to be pregnant.
On Saturday I was feeling pretty lousy: the effects of staying up too late the night before watching the opening ceremony to the Olympics and (although I didn't know it at the time) the beginnings of a nasty cold that would fully rear its ugly head on Sunday. Jason was away all morning making up some class, so it was just Ellie and me. I decided that a low energy way to keep her happy would be to watch "Whee!" on YouTube.
Now you are probably wondering what "Whee!" is. Well, it all started about a week ago with Richard Scarry's "Best Word Book Ever". In that book is a picture of a little raccoon doing a somersault. "How fun!" I thought, "I should teach Ellie to do somersaults!" Hmm.
The two of us went into my bedroom, climbed onto the bed (the only soft surface available), and I demonstrated how to do a somersault, indicating how fun it is with an enthusiastic, "Wheeee!" Then I helped Ellie get into position and pushed her little butt over so she could do her own somersault. She also said, "Wheee!"
Ever since then we do regular somersaults. Ellie will suddenly say, "Whee!" then run into my bedroom and wait for me, calling out, "Whee! Whee! Whee!" until I come in to do somersaults with her. Who knew it would be such a hit, right?
So on Saturday morning, in the Olympic spirit and in an attempt to keep Ellie still and occupied, I found some old gymnastics videos on YouTube and we watched them together. I mean, it's like the ultimate "Whee!", right?
We watched Mary Lou Retton get her perfect 10s and then watched Keri Strugg land her vault on one foot and a couple other videos.
Ellie thought it was the best thing ever! She kept saying, "Whee!!!" and had the hugest grin on her face.
And then there was Pregnant Girl, crying--really crying big, ridiculous tears--over all these silly Olympic moments. I am, admittedly, a sucker for stuff like this, but there's no hope for me when hormones take over my body. Thankfully Ellie's still too young to make fun of me.
On Saturday I was feeling pretty lousy: the effects of staying up too late the night before watching the opening ceremony to the Olympics and (although I didn't know it at the time) the beginnings of a nasty cold that would fully rear its ugly head on Sunday. Jason was away all morning making up some class, so it was just Ellie and me. I decided that a low energy way to keep her happy would be to watch "Whee!" on YouTube.
Now you are probably wondering what "Whee!" is. Well, it all started about a week ago with Richard Scarry's "Best Word Book Ever". In that book is a picture of a little raccoon doing a somersault. "How fun!" I thought, "I should teach Ellie to do somersaults!" Hmm.
The two of us went into my bedroom, climbed onto the bed (the only soft surface available), and I demonstrated how to do a somersault, indicating how fun it is with an enthusiastic, "Wheeee!" Then I helped Ellie get into position and pushed her little butt over so she could do her own somersault. She also said, "Wheee!"
Ever since then we do regular somersaults. Ellie will suddenly say, "Whee!" then run into my bedroom and wait for me, calling out, "Whee! Whee! Whee!" until I come in to do somersaults with her. Who knew it would be such a hit, right?
So on Saturday morning, in the Olympic spirit and in an attempt to keep Ellie still and occupied, I found some old gymnastics videos on YouTube and we watched them together. I mean, it's like the ultimate "Whee!", right?
We watched Mary Lou Retton get her perfect 10s and then watched Keri Strugg land her vault on one foot and a couple other videos.
Ellie thought it was the best thing ever! She kept saying, "Whee!!!" and had the hugest grin on her face.
And then there was Pregnant Girl, crying--really crying big, ridiculous tears--over all these silly Olympic moments. I am, admittedly, a sucker for stuff like this, but there's no hope for me when hormones take over my body. Thankfully Ellie's still too young to make fun of me.
you're watching the olympics!? i'm ashamed.
I just laughed out loud at your story. I too get emotional over weird things, even when not pregnant. For instance, whenever we go to football games, the marching band music makes me tear up every time (what?!?).
I am glad you are supporting the athletics and watching the Olympics. The Olympics are emotional. What's wrong with being sensitive?!?!
Hi Kristie...
Wondering when you're moving to Taipei... this is Rachel's friend Jen Clark... drop me an email when you get up here... I'm looking forward to meeting you. tony.jen777@msa.hinet.net
I've got you beat....Care Bears, it gets me EVERY time...no lies.