oloriel | A post of smallish creatures (Reply)

I have muscles in my belly and pelvis that are permanently at work against gravity.

Not the sort that you can't control anyway (like the uterus, grr grr), but the sort that you can control, except mine habitually seem to be at work. I know that I can control them because, ever since I became aware that they were working, I can tell them to relax. Which they then do. Then my bump starts feeling very very heavy and drags floor-wards.
Then I sit down somewhere, and when I get up again, lo, they're working again. And I have to tell them to let go.

I am beginning to suspect that for most expectant mothers, these muscles (the ones in the belly, at the very least) are not working like that, which is why they have troubles in the final trimester that I didn't have. Which I guess is good.

I am also beginning to fear that these muscles are responsible for keeping the baby safely lodged in there. Which is not so good.

Breathe. Relax.

I never remember telling them to contract, but they sure as hell do. And while it's easy enough to tell them to relax, it's hard to keep them that way. Isn't it more normal that contracting muscles should be an effort, and relaxing is the natural state? :P

My body, that unknown creature.

Induction tomorrow morning. *sighs*
My grandmother already called to reassure me that the later babies are born, the less fugly and wrinkled they are. Quite honestly, I don't care about fugly and wrinkled, I just want to hold him already!
She also reassured me that both her first child (my mom) and my mom's first child (me) didn't want to come out without "encouragement", and that induced birth didn't always have to be bad. (Although I doubt that the inducing they did back in 1955 had all that much to do with inductions nowadays).
But it was sweet of her to say that anyway.

And I guess at least I'm lucky that we're having a very cool summer. I'm feeling with all of you poor Americans who're suffering under a heatwave - I'd probably be going mad if we had temperatures like that just now.

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Meanwhile, I've been amusing myself with the latest Hobbit production video. I have to admit that I've been a pretty bad Tolkien fangirl in that respect, so far: I only read The Hobbit twice or thrice, and while it's cute and has its moments, it just felt too much like a sweet whimsical 1930s children's book (as, of course, it is). So I never developed a passion for it, and accordingly didn't exactly care about the movie, either. I'd probably have watched it, sure, but, you know... like Narnia. It's cute but I'm not getting excited.
The more still photographs I see, though, the more I start to believe that it is not going to be a sweet whimsical children's movie (1930s or otherwise), but something potentially awesome.
If you haven't seen the video yet (and you probably have), it contains PJ being silly (and looking sick, good grief), Ian McKellen and John Rhys Davies being classy, dwarves being dwarves, and other anticipation-inducing material.

I don't think I'm convinced by Nori's Star Trek hairstyle, and my inner linguist keeps headdesking at their Khuzdûl ([xuzdu:l], for Eru's sake, not [kuzdu:l], no matter how much you aspirate the [k]!)... but I still feel myself getting enthusiastic after all. Wee!