All Over The Place
Posted on March 28, 2008
Filed Under daily drama, expansion, goalllllls! |
My camera battery is taking forever to load, so even though tonight’s post was planned to be a meme, since I got tagged by a classy lady, I’ll have to leave it til later.
Isobel has already woken up once tonight, saying, “What? What? What?” was put back to bed with a sippy cup of water and is still not in agreement that this is, in fact, sleeping time.
While watching Blue’s Clues: Blue gets a baby brother -
“Do you want a baby brother, Isobel?”
*nods* “Good. Piss.”
(aka mommy’s heart broke at the cuteness of what she just said, asking please for a baby brother, likely not actually knowing what a baby brother is.)
Tonight for dinner, we had fruit salad of strawberries, blueberries and bananas with vanilla yogurt and granola. And neopolitan ice cream. To balance out the eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes (and butter and hot chocolate) we had for brunch. This is how we roll.
JDawg is showing signs of excitement. And that’s fine with me, since I am. Excited.
Also, I am petrified of miscarriage, now. Seems like everything is in hyper-drive already and I get these twinges like round ligaments stretching. Every one makes me pause and go, ‘oh no. Is it starting?”
Paranoia that I will start milk production early has me thinking of potential nursing pad substitutes, since nursing pads do shit for me ‘cept to further draw attention to the leaking mammaries.
I bought an artichoke today. Now to figure out that the frick to do with it.
I also bought rice milk, intending to switch Isobel to it since she confirmed the other day that she loves vanilla soy milk - by eating all of my Vector cereal with Creamy Original Vitasoy.
Everything I eat bloats me and my tummy is already softening. I predict I start showing in about three weeks - when I will be two months along.
Everyday, I’ve been cutting my smoking down by a cigarette a day - quitting cold turkey is too stressful on a developing kiddo, especially during a semi-high-risk pregnancy. Today is a six smoke day. Sigh.
I have a work deadline tonight. The exhaustion I’ve been facing has made it so I will work up to the end of the time limit. Also, Isobel skipped two and a half naps this week, leaving me with five less work hours. (ie. exactly how much work I have left to do.)
I have at least three loads of laundry to do. Again. Most of which will be done tomorrow.
Almost all of my dishes are done, though, for once.
How much decaf coffee is too much and is decaf English Breakfast Tea okay?
I am a magazine junkie. Currently waiting to be read are the last three months of Glamour, two of Today’s Parent, one of Parenting and three of Real Simple.
Yet, I’ve been reading loads. Check it out.
I’m behind on three baby-related crocheting projects and have totally thrown two out the window. Then, I’ll start making stuff for Isobel’s future punching bag.
I really have wanted some potato soup that doesn’t suck. But all I’ve found to buy locally is potato leek or potato with bacon.
I am totally into this Eat Right For Your Blood Type book. I’m an O blood type - aka a cave man. This means dairy and I are not friends, but that I should shake hands with beef and fishies, and forage for more berries. Considering moving onto the blood type diet to see if I feel healthier - so much of the avoid category is like, “yeah, totally.”
I can’t figure out why I’ve been so damn cold lately and all I want is a hot, steamy, hour-long bath. BAH.
I bought duct tape today, at Evi’s suggestion. I won’t offer you the details, but it might mean a pedicure is in my future.
I think I’ve bored you enough, for now.
Probably just as moody:
- Want to Hear Me Make the Most Annoying Sound in the World? It’d be easy, I’d just have to mimic Isobel’s recently improved whine. I can’t think when she’s making that noise...
- On health and wealth JDawg, for the first time in years, quit a job the ‘right” way (by most people’s standards, that is) -...
- Evacuation (of my mind) K, so after I hit publish, there’s a 12 hour window before I pretend to forget about this, agreed? Good....
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do you have a microwave? artichokes cook in about ten minutes in one of them, with a little water on the bottom for steaming.
miss madeleine’s last blog post..excitement all around!
Steam the Artichoke in a saucepan with some hot water in the bottom and a lid on top. Melt an assload of butter into a bowl. Pull out the insides of the A leaves, dip them in butter and eat.
I hate the fuckers, but the Donor lives for them.
I think today’s menu sounds awesome. I am starting a high fiber diet as of tomorrow. How long can one live on corn tortillas and black beans? We will know soon enough. Perhaps I’lll market the first successful Broccoli Ice Cream and we all can retire.
I am excited for you. Maybe I’ll try to remember how to make potato soup.
Mr Lady’s last blog post..PSA
I’m happy to hear Jdawg is not as traumatized as I thought he would be, that’s very cool. I remember the twinges, oh yes, scary twinges.
Huckdoll’s last blog post..I’m Like…Whoa! - Part One
oh, i was soooo cold when i was pregnant.
Plus i know comments like this might be annoying & perhaps you’re aware & using one of the chem-free ones but most decaf coffees have gone through a process of being soaked in methylene chloride to take caffeine out. I know you’re very health-conscious so i thought i’d share just in case you weren’t aware! (:
Eve Grey’s last blog post..Quelle horreur
I’m excited now that you’re excited.
Shit. LOL
So glad to hear that you invested in some duct tape, too!
Evi’s last blog post..Slush can be good
Try not to worry too much about miscarrying. I know how scary that is, but your little one is going to be okay. I have a feeling and I’ve been told more than once that I’m psychic.
kelly’s last blog post..Why Four Is My Favorite Number
Ok, ok so I see I should have tuned in earlier.
STill hunting for the post where you break the news…
I shall read on…
LunaNik’s last blog post..I need a wife