I am not a TV watcher. That is, in my normal life, I am not. In my normal life, if I am choosing to relax or to just plain be idle I do it by sitting at the computer or reading or scrapbooking. Don't usually have any TV shows that I can't miss (except American Idol).
My pregnant life is another story altogether. When I was pregnant with Bria I laid on the couch and watched TV all day long, occasionally stepping out my front door to sit by the pool. When I was pregnant with Chloe we didn't have cable, nor did we have a good connection to the local channels. So it was then Bria who became the TV watcher, watching video after video after video, while I read books. I would send Joel to the library weekly to check out 4 or 5 new books. And I really did finish them every week. This time around, I'm surfing the net a little bit during the day, but since Joel is writing his dissertation he has computer rights most of the time, so I don't really surf all that much more than I did when I was normal. I try to read, but since Joel is so busy disserting, he doesn't pick me up so many books at the library anymore. The Reader's Digest came the other day and I devoured it within a couple hours. Same thing happens when I get my scrapbook mags, or even BYU magazine. So, that leaves TV.
The problem with watching TV is that while you are watching they run advertisements for other shows that seem interesting. Suddenly, it becomes absolutely necessary to your life to watch said advertised show. And then you are hooked on it and must watch it every week. During this watching you see other advertisements and it becomes a very vicious cycle. Especially when you're not really healthy enough to get off the couch.
When it comes down to it, that's what I really hate. I HATE not being able to live my life normally just because I'm growing a baby. I try to convince myself that I'm just being lazy and I really can do more than sit around all day with my sole exercise being to walk into the bathroom or the computer room. I tell myself it's all in my head. I convince myself that I must believe that just because I am pregnant I have to be sick. So I try to tell myself that that isn't true, and then I go do some laundry or go grocery shopping. Keep in mind that I am on a high dosage of the wonder drug Zofran which is pumped into me 24/7...people swear by this drug and feeling wonderful while on it. So I should be able to live a normal life, right?
To illustrate what happens, let me tell you what I experienced yesterday. I woke up, Joel was writing and I realized I needed to do my Visiting Teaching display for February before Sunday. I told Joel I was going to the scrapbook store to buy the die cuts I needed for my project. He, for some inspired reason, told me he didn't think I should drive myself. Selflessly, he stopped with the dissertation and took me to the scrapbook store. Once we got there I made my die cuts and as I was standing in line to pay for them, I blacked out. I cannot tell you how glad I was that Joel was there, so he could help me out of the store and into the car. Then after we drove out of the parking lot I had to throw up. And this is when I realized that this illness is NOT all in my head, I am NOT making it up, and it is VERY real. As much as I hate sitting around, it is the best thing for me. Joel told me I'm not really meant to try to go out of the house yet. He's probably right, because EVERY single time I do, it comes back to bite me.
And so, here I sit, thankful that CSI is on twice a night during the week and once on the weekends. Hoping that Dr. Phil and Oprah won't be totally boring. Glad that I enjoy Jeopardy. Thrilled that the new season of American Idol just started. And becoming swallowed up by all the rest of them....I guess I'll see you when I get out.