At some point, I’m going to tell you about the awesome day we had on Saturday. Which was much needed after I hugged the toilet for the first time in two pregnancies on Friday night and cried about it. (Domino’s pizza–I love you. The first time. And yes. I cried about puking.) And then at…
Life
Quick! Before I pass out!
I think there’s something about seeing a positive pregnancy test and reading the words “1st trimester fatigue” that makes me insanely, ridiculously tired. Like, tired beyond my usual brand of tired. (Which is pretty tired, actually.) And instantly. I’ve gone to sleep at 9:00 twice already and I’m usually asleep by 10:00. Getting out of…
Funny, I don’t remember packing that
When I go anywhere, I’m a pretty meticulous packer. I make a list of what I’m taking with specific item details. The list doesn’t just say “black dress.” It says “faux wrap black dress with five buttons.” (Also? I laugh and roll my eyes when Dan does this. Because he takes my OCD packing nature…
I’m not good at being fluffy
I mean, I *AM* fluffy in that I’m soft in my middle. And thighs. And upper arms. And jowls. And I suppose I carry my fluff well. But I’m not good at being fluffy here. On this blog. When you don’t write regularly, people leave. But sometimes there’s a life happening outside the confines of…
I almost quoted Hamlet. Then realized what I was saying.
I am crazy tired. Because I’m crazy busy. I feel like there are a million things going on in my life right now and I am drowning under the emotional weight of them all. Ever since that plane from San Diego landed, which feels like a freaking eternity ago, I have been go-go-go. Cheer practice…