I have learned that my website SEO is severely lacking. Ahem. In other news, here’s how my third trimester is going so far: — Heartburn. Heeeaaarrrrrtburn. Tums, you are my best friend. — Every time I burp, I feel dangerously close to upchucking. Only a little bit, though, in my mouth. Yum! I think it’s … More Excuse me. But you don’t know what you’re talking about.
…that I do not believe I expressed adequately in my previous post, about the weirdness of internal hiccups. It is a really, really weird feeling. That is all.
I am having a difficult time remembering that I am now (unequivocally) in the third trimester of pregnancy. This despite the fact that when I try to sleep in an extra hour, the baby kicks and rolls and basically stretches out as far as he can in order (I presume) to get me up and … More Baby face sales.
Read Greenwich Mean Time this morning. I am experiencing a delightful interim of segmented sleep. Go to sleep in early evening, wake up around midnight, pee (always, always pee. It’s like there was no magical break between first and third trimesters), give the pup a treat, talk in mumbles to A. about dreams, fall back asleep … More Segmented sleep as dictated by pregnancy
Can we talk about the love, hate, and general mockery the Internet has for passive aggressive notes? And showcasing such notes on dedicated websites? I mean, as a blogger, obviously I come down on the love side of things because sometimes a blog (THIS blog, perhaps?) seems like one loooooooong multitopical passive aggressive bitchfest. I … More My passive aggression, man.
Realized two things last night while walking around with A.: 1) I was grotesquely full from a dinner of Meat, Vegetables, Milk, and Apple Pie. 2) It has been a long time since I’ve had a Coke. The Primary Dark Cola of our world and I have a funny relationship. Intellectually, I’m against it. The company exploits land and … More Save your rebellion for things that matter. Like cherry slices.
You’d think I’d be getting tired of the belly kicks by now. But I am NOT. They are still so amazing, I love them. This weekend A. and I painted the kid’s future room: a pale green called Sea Breeze or Coastal Keg Party or something evocative of beachy, sandy fun times. It looks pretty … More Yep, it’s getting pathetic over here
Now that our apple tree is fenced in, I suspect that this is what is happening to our bird feeders. We saw some of the rascals on our morning walk, no doubt after they’d spent a delightful half hour guzzling all the sunflower seeds. Won’t you think of the birds, deer? In other and completely … More With anything, to any occasion
Spent part of yesterday afternoon installing* a fence around our new Hazen apple tree, as we’ve had a sudden influx of deer droppings around it. Not to mention a slight disappearance of leaves and shoots on the lower branches. Thanks to all the clanging and banging, the baby is probably now predisposed to enjoy black symphonic metal. The day’s … More Birds! And other outdoorsy stuff. (Also baby.)
Argh. Do you know what too fat looks like? I had a lot of problems with the above article, but all I can think of today is how, judging by glances alone, a passer-by would totally think I was overweight. Yet according to my clinic weight gain chart, I’m still “normal weight” according to the … More