Yeah...

You know how sometimes you start to blog again after a long hiatus, and you're like, "This is the time! I'm going to update this regularly for sure!" And then you start watching Downton Abbey or taking Instagram pictures of your cats or whatever and then it's been 2 months and you realize you're a shitty blogger?

Yeah, that.


I had my last day of work exactly one week ago. It was bittersweet, it feels weird not to have a job and I miss seeing my coworkers all the time. Graduation the week before was even crazier, I was really close to this year's graduates and it meant a lot to watch them walk the stage. I'll miss them like crazy, believe it or not. Still, Anu and I knew from the start that we wanted me to stay at home for at least the first few years with kiddo, and I know we're really lucky to be able to afford that. I am enjoying being at home, but I still get wistful. In between naps, that is. You can't really nap in a nostalgic way.

So, I'm at home full time now. It's nice to be able to grocery shop in the morning when all those suckers with full time jobs are busy. The cats LOVE it when I'm home, they follow me around all day meowing and trying to get me to hold still for 5 seconds so they can pile up and sleep on me. Max in particular is having trouble remembering that he is not, in fact, a permanent attachment on my abdomen.

Pregnancy is still going alright, though I have officially entered the "Never comfortable- EVER." phase. Something about having a small watermelon camping out in my abdomen seems to have thrown all of my parts out of whack, go figure. Also, the watermelon is mobile and can only express itself through kicking. And hiccuping. And barrel rolls and elbowing. It's a high-maintenance watermelon. Here's Max and Molly doing impressions of me:

I've also lost ALL of my second trimester energy. Going to more than 3 places in one day leaves me passed out on the couch for hours, it's pretty pathetic. I feel bad for Anu, he's crazy busy at work and then he comes home to Blorpy McHippo on the couch trying to persuade him to spend the entire evening painting. Still, he gets to consume alcohol/bend at the waist/not get 5.000 blood draws every 2 weeks, so it sort of evens out. I had to do my glucose test last week (test for gestational diabetes), and thanks to a hurried phlebotomist I now look like a pregnant heroin addict:

Gross. 3 blood draws in 2 hours, both of my arms look like something out of Requiem for a Dream. You know, pre-amputation. Google "Jared Leto's arm- Requiem" if you want to relive terrible memories.

I also got a haircut yesterday, which probably doesn't seem like big news BUT IT TOTALLY IS. I haven't gotten one in a year, and the lady who did the cut was awesome. She seriously spent an hour and a half cutting each wave/curl on my head individually, and it was so awesome. She did a blowout that day just for fun, but I finally have a haircut that washes/wears well the second day. Amazement!

                                                         (yesterday-blowout. Also dosa.)

My birthday is this Sunday, but I keep forgetting. I don't know, 26 is not a milestone. My birthday last year was so kickass awesome that I still can't even deal with it, so this one can be whatever it is and I'll still be 100% happy. Plus, there's not a whole lot of drunken debauchery to be had when you're 7 months pregnant. I guess I could shotgun an O'Douls?

Alright, I think I'm going to go back to re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-reading Harry Potter now. Priorities, you know.

23 week update

Hi everybody. I'm trying to update this more often now that I'm a pregnasaurus rex so that I can have some sort of record of this time in my life, but it's tough because...it doesn't always feel super update-worthy.

Second trimester still kicks ass. The belly is definitely getting its grow on, and I'm really enjoying the fact that strangers/acquaintances can visibly tell I'm pregnant without me having to say anything. Trust me when I say that I've been waiting for this stage since day 1. Woo, belly!

The crappy part about the bump is that it makes moving around a pain in the ass. Finding a position to sleep in, trying to sit down on/get up from the couch, bending down to pick up things from the floor...none of these things are easy anymore. I've got this really sexy series of grunts and "meh" noises that have been slipping out involuntarily for a few weeks now any time I have to strain to get something done. Anu can't stop laughing. Punk-ass knocker-upper. I don't need that guff.



My awesome coworkers threw a baby shower for me and a couple of other teachers on Friday when we were done with TAKS testing and the students had left. It was so sweet, and I loved the stuff they got us. Almost all of them are parents already, so they were able to get me specific toys/blankets/creams that they know for a fact are worth it. I love them, and it makes me really sad when I think about the fact that we won't be working together anymore come June 6th. Aside from 2 or 3 ladies at Alfred Angelo, they've been the best coworkers in the entire world. Luckily I have their phone numbers and can text them incessantly to hang out with me once kiddo gets here. I'm only sort of kidding.

I've got a big old case of nesting starting to build up right now. Anu and I have picked out the crib and dresser that we want, and are going to start decorating the nursery really soon. We just need to prime the walls first so that we can try out a couple of paint colors before we commit 100%. I'm really excited. I've also become quite adept at detecting any number of small housekeeping projects that need to be worked on, though I'm not sure Anu is exactly thrilled about that development. I fall asleep almost every night trying to list and prioritize the things I'd like to get done around the house...it is every bit as weird and boring as it sounds. Remember when I used to be interesting? NOT ANYMORE, Y'ALL! :-D

OB visits have gotten super dull. There's really not much to check up on for, like, 3 appointments in a row. You go in, they take your weight and check you symptoms, the doc pops in and listens to the heartbeat, they ask you if you have any questions, and that's pretty much it. My next appointment is going to follow this trend, but the one after that is the glucose test. Basically that means that I chug an orange gatorade, wait around for 2 hours and get my blood drawn 3 times. Wheeeeee, pregnancy! Everyone gets to take your blood whenever they want! Blood for everyone!

One thing I miss right now is my blue jeans and boots. I think wearing boots with anything but jeans looks dumb as fuck, but jeans are definitely a thing of the past. This waistline absolutely does not jive with them anymore. Sad, sad times.

I guess that's all for now. Um...questions, anyone? Meh.

Some things about being pregnant.

For such a big thing, first of all, I have to say that I’ve mostly been surprised at how little it affected me for the first few months.  You sort of assume that your whole body is going to immediately go into a completely different mode that you’ve never felt before, that you’ll be walking around with some sort of primal knowledge that now YOU’RE PREGNANT and there’s a BABY inside of you. *mystical music*

Instead, weeks 0-6 felt like absolutely nothing. I went to yoga and Pilates with no trouble at all, had zero food aversions or energy dips, and felt 100% normal. I even took 3-4 more pregnancy tests throughout the course of those first weeks just to make sure I hadn’t misread the first…5. Yeah, I know. The immediate and dark test lines were incredibly reassuring, though.

Right on the spot during week 6, though, (day 2 of our ski trip in Alta with my parents) the symptoms started to kick in. Still, if I hadn’t KNOWN that they were pregnancy symptoms I would have just been convinced that I had contracted mono or something. I was tired ALL THE TIME, every other food I thought of made me want to puke until I died, and there was a constant low-level nausea that lasted throughout the day. A few days later the boobs started to feel like they spent all night getting rammed by angry goats and my skin decided to explode back into its teenage glory. Then came The Hunger. Oh how I must capitalize The Hunger. I have never, NEVER experienced anything like it. I am the type of person who, under normal circumstances, tends to forget that I’m hungry if I’m really wrapped up in something.  No longer! I get hungry every 2-3 hours without fail and it is a sense of urgency and impending doom that I am still getting blown away by. All I can think about is that I need to EAT or I am probably going to DIE ON THE SPOT. Blargh! Food monster need peanut butter toast! It’s ridiculous and crazy.

The number one life changer so far was the lack of energy. I didn’t go to the gym for weeks because when I got home, it was generally all I could do to take my shoes off and change out of my jeans before I needed to take a nap on the couch until Anu got home. It is hard to explain the cognitive dissonance you feel when you don’t LOOK pregnant at all, but completing everyday tasks leaves you feeling like you’ve run an all-day marathon. It’s incredibly pathetic. The cats loved it, though. They haven’t gotten this much snuggle on the couch time since I got the flu last April. Max is particularly crazy about it, although I would really appreciate it if he would tone down his affinity for stomping on my boobs. As previously mentioned, they already feel like they’re nothing but swollen lumps of pain and misery, having Fattycakes McTinypaws riverdance on them is some sort of nightmare. 

Luckily for me I’m now officially in my second trimester. 2^nd Tri is notorious for being the most comfortable and highest energy stage of pregnancy, so I’m really looking forward to getting back into the swing of things. Working out, taking care of errands, cooking regularly again…yee haw! I'm also wearing skirts and dresses with a frequency not seen since I was 5. What can I say, pants just don't work anymore.

I’m also sleeping with this really embarrassingly enormous body pillow thing. It takes up half the bed and I am AMAZED that Anu doesn’t hate it, but it’s the only thing that keeps me from waking up with back problems. Baby likes to settle at night, and that can cause some crazy ligament strain. The giant beast pillow keeps me all nice and tucked up so that my parts can relax without separating from one another. Hooray! And double hooray for Anu being a good sport about the whole thing.

I suppose that’s all for now. I’m feeling some kicks and barrel rolls here and there. I’m excited for more consistent movement, but I know that just comes with time. Patience might be a virtue but it isn’t easy to find.

More later!

5 things

As I sit here, wallowing in the misery of a sore throat on game day, I thought I'd do a little bliggity-bloggin. Here are 5 happy things from the past 7 days!

Mollycat winking. *wink*

The most literal display of crowdsurfing in the world. 

 Buddies!

 Jewel tones for fall + Essie "Chinchilly" nail polish

Bee! Awww.

Mollycat again! It's not 6 things if Mollycat is 2 of the things.

Maybe more or less than 5 things

Holy shit, back to work time makes me tired. Holy shit. I seriously fell asleep yesterday while I was holding my laptop in my lap, reading an article. I woke up snuggling my laptop and drooling on my own shoulder. Holy shit. Anyway, I got a bonus at work because our students kicked ass on the TAKS. That was good. I spent a little bit of it on some new yoga shirts from Lululemon. I love them, but holy shit their stuff is expensive. Plus I've been bad about working out as frequently since work started, so I feel a little guilty about spending such a pretty penny on workout stuff.

NO I DON'T! THEY'RE PRETTY AND FANCY AND COMFORTABLE AND I FEEL SUPER COOL WHEN I WEAR THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!


Also I have new pink glittery ballet flats! You can kind of see them in the last picture, but here's a better one:

OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO CUTE! OMGOMGOMGOMG IT'S LIKE THEY WERE DESIGNED BY A UNICORN!!!!

Also I love my new watch. I bought it for my birthday, but I couldn't wear it for a while because I didn't know how to make it get with the ticking. Anyway, I took it to a watch doctor and he was all, "watches need batteries to tick" and I was all, "BATTERY-BUY!" and now it ticks! Thank unicorns for small miracles!!!

In sad news, though, Molly has a tiny cold. She's so cute and sad all curled up in my blanket making tiny sick little sneezes. Aww, feel better Mollycat. :(

5 things

I'm stealing this theme from cupcakes and cashmere because it is the best blog ever and it makes me envious every time I read it!

These are five things that have made me very happy this week:

 Mollycat!

 New Clarisonic! I want to wash my face ALL DAY with this handy purple scrubby device!

 OPI nail polish in Pink Flamenco...my favorite color yet.

 Futurama on Netflix!

Bonus 2 in 1 thing: 3lb bag of gummy bears AND Jason! Hooray!!!

Pink

Anu's cousin sent me an adorable pink skirt from India. I'm in love with it, I wish I could wear it everywhere.

Additionally, I have an amazing pink lipstick from Topshop that came highly recommended by one of my favorite beauty bloggers, Heather. I've never been much of a lipstick person, but between MAC and Topshop I just might have a new obsession.

Double super bonus pink: if you look closely at the reflection in my sunglasses in the previous picture you'll see my camera. Pink overload, y'all.