I recall an entry posted by Linda at All and Sundry wherein she spoke of heartburn being one of those first pregnancy symptoms she experienced, which was annoying in a rather minor way; the kind of thing that stays with you all day and reminds you it is there throughout your daily activities, just enough to get under your skin. With Elliot, I never really had heartburn but I do recall around weeks 8, 9, and 10, feeling nauseous – luckily – only in the morning. Well, welcome second pregnancy where I have heartburn, nausea and an upset stomach ALL DAMN DAY LONG. I am a walking commercial for Pepto Bismol, if in fact I could even take that. I think Tums are my only savior and as of yesterday at 3 PM, I deemed them ineffective.
So yes, I have felt BLAH for roughly 72 hours STRAIGHT now and it’s becoming tiresome. I know they say every pregnancy is different but come on. Cut me a little slack here, ok? I am debating whether or not to tell my class, since I have walked into the room a couple times and been less than ready to teach and I kind of want them to know that I’m, uh, going through a little something. I just fear this class will end up like my Spring ’07 section. From the get-go, we didn’t get along. For starters, they never spoke up in class and I resented them for it. So for about 12 weeks, I held it against them and continued to hate them instead of stepping up like a teacher and fixing the situation. I had a heart to heart with them late in the semester wherein I explained how I felt and then told them I was pregnant and suddenly, all was fixed. Maybe this time, I need to begin earlier.
They might not like me very much after today because I am not letting them make their own workshop groups. They proved on Wednesday that they are incapable of a.) counting to 3 and b.) talking about the assignment. So today, we play by my rules. I think I have them all separated into diverse clusters so that no two cheerleaders or jocks are in the same group. They obviously cannot branch out or concentrate when with members of their own species. Sigh.
Though my stomach is feeling OK right now, I worry it could flare up any second. I dream of food but when I come in contact with it, ::puke::. That’s how I feel, at least. I’m telling you, this is no fun at all. But what am I complaining about? This is what I longed for, right? Oh to be the mother of two precious children…
/endsarcasm
After I teach, I’m leaving work to begin my three day weekend. I hope you all enjoy yours, if you get Monday off. Remember not to labor… much.
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You go, prof. I have sat in so many workgroups where absolutely nothing is accomplished because of some mouthy student who would rather text on their phone than contribute anything of substance.
And I think you should be up front about the pregnancy. (Congrats, by the way!). They’ll know where you stand and, perhaps once again, cut you some slack. Otherwise, you just come across as bitchy . . .
Bummer about the heartburn AND the potentially gumpy class. Maybe telling them would work, if it has helped before.