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This is a practical post. Even world dominatrices get foot cramps.

I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy or something else, like dehydration or a potassium deficiency as suggested here, but it sucks and it hurts and it needs to be stopped.

The fastest way I’ve found to alleviate the pain is to stand on an icepack. (Don’t put all your weight on it, or you might break it.) I keep my sock on because otherwise it’s too cold for comfort. Standing with my foot flat against the floor also helps, bonus if it’s cold tile.

I like to stand on our big red apple-shaped icepack, because in addition to helping my foot, it cheers me up. You can’t be depressed when you’re standing on a big red apple, even if you’re in serious pain.

Some sites suggest pulling your toes back toward your knees. Rubbing it or flexing it makes it worse for me, but you might be a fan of intense, increased pain, so I thought I’d mention it.

For a more lasting solution, a lot of online sources suggest eating bananas. (Also here.) I’ve been craving them lately, so it’s possible this is a potassium-related pregnancy thing.

Other people say you should use quinine or arnica. I had a massage teacher who swore by arnica as a panacea for muscle pain, but I haven’t personally used it except for during routine massages (back when I did that), not for any specific pain relief.

I’m not a doctor, so if your symptoms persist, please call one. This post is more for the people who Google at 3am because their loved ones are groaning in pain and they need a quick fix.

Since I’m just about 6 months pregnant (and consequently very agile), and Jon and I hate the outdoors, we went for a nature walk in the icy, snowy woods.

We were looking for some eagles Jon had read about. Jon wanted to try out his new camera, and I wanted to dip them in ketchup and consume them.

We compromised by taking some pictures and then going to The Black Cow in Newburyport, where a hawk, angered by my desire to eat his compatriots, repeatedly flew into the window glass.

Despite the kamikaze birds, it was actually a pretty neat field trip. Wandering around a pile of cattails and watching the ice on the river was peaceful, and a nice break from our usual routine.

In another few months, we’ll still be able to do things like this, but we’ll have a whole lot more stuff to carry, so we’re enjoying our days of traveling light while we have them.

Although, carrying a baby marsupial-style can’t be much more strenuous than carrying one internally. He’ll be bigger, sure, but he won’t be able to kick my esophagus.

Full flickr set here.

It’s the end of an era.

Again.

I have canceled my World of Warcraft account.

I just can’t stay awake for raids anymore. Pregnancy is tiring. Also, the PVP class balance is still off, and without resilience gear at level 80, you’re just bursting each other down. I’m all for smack downs, but where’s the skill in that? You don’t even have time to turn people into sheep. (Or, since the patch, into penguins or pigs.)

It’s a great game, a nice cost-saver (when you’re flying around a virtual world grinding reputation for a shiny new enchant, you don’t spend much on real life entertainment), and a great diet plan (hard to eat pizza when your hands are busy strafing and shooting frostfire bolts), and I’ll probably be back. But for now, I’m enjoying having my evenings to myself.

All this free time has led to new hobbies. Jon has purchased a Nikon D40 (I’m sure he’ll be talking all about it on his blog) soon. I’ve started learning a programming language that will facilitate my world takeover. I’m waiting until I come across a script with a command that creates minions. I swear it’s out there, I just have to find it. But anyway, more on my new hobby later.

When I was 8 or 9, my parents took the family to Disney World. The rides were pretty cool, I got free candy, and people spontaneously burst into song.

I recently confessed to them that they could have saved several thousand dollars and just taken me to a car wash.

I don’t know what it is. I just get such glee from the magical car wash ride.

First, there’s the anticipation when you drive up to the exciting flappy things.

Then, everything goes dark!

Then you are attacked, by evil stringy wet monsters.

And their crazy whirling henchmen.

Rawr.

But you persevere, and eventually, you emerge triumphant. Thousands cheer.

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Why is everyone not as excited about this as I am?

On Friday, Jon, Kate & I went to a sundae smorgasbord. It was a beautiful thing. Although I don’t recommend indulging every weekend, once in awhile you should definitely throw all moderation aside and just gorge on something awesome.

This is a bowl of chocolate with hot fudge and whipped cream and candy and more chocolate on top. Also, sprinkles. Possibly there is some melted butterscotch in there as well.

In the words of Jon Heller, I don’t really remember, I was in an ice cream topping fugue.

The ice cream itself was important, so I could claim I ate it for the calcium value. The baby (who is reported to be the size of a small bag of sugar) needs more calcium lately.

We were in the same building as a candy store, so I got my parents some candy (they deserve it – after all, these are the people who had to teach me how to drive) and I picked up a bag for myself as well.

Unfortunately, I have just consumed more than a reasonable share of jelly beans and may shortly expire. Lesson learned: Buddhism works for candy, but may be deviated from in regards to ice cream smorgasbords.

Image Credit: sundaes

Additionally, I finally got around to posting my San Francisco pics. There are about 600, so I’m still only about halfway through them.

It’s a pretty beautiful sight. No alternations in Photoshop, other than resizing it.

Unfortunately, I was trying to see through this image, in order to view the highway that we were driving on.

Frozen windshield wipers + sun = great aesthetic moment, horrible visibility.

For more pictures of my icy day (including the parking lot at work) check out today’s flickr set.