I’m still not sleeping well. I could fall asleep at my desk in a hot minute any time between 10 and 6, or on the couch after I eat dinner, but actual sleeping? In my bed? At a proper hour? INCONCEIVABLE.
So that is my excuse for not writing much of anything this week. And yeah, I’m writing now but this is just going to be a bunch of rambling about shit.
Little A is kicking away. I dared look down last night and saw my stomach MOVE and I determined I will never look down again. I am finally noticeably pregnant, at least in my eyes. I ate a half jar of pickles last night. Maternity jeans are amazing, but that’ll hopefully end up another post at some point.
Ummm…I sold/traded in Big A’s truck on Monday? I guess that’s news. So now I have a (somewhat more practical) new Mom Mobile and I feel pretty fantastic about it. And no, it is not a mini van. I am going to be a way cooler mom than a MINI VAN mom. Give me a little credit here. I’m trying to raise a badass kid and not a snot-nosed special snowflake math-magician. You cannot – I repeat – CANNOT – raise a badass kid in a mini van.
My mom mobile (aka the Little A Vehicular Transportation System)? YES.
Mini van? lolololol you crazy.
Let’s see. As of yesterday I am 24 weeks, meaning Little A is viable and has a good chance of survival if he decides to come super early or some crap like that. According to the Fetal Fruit Comparison Board, he is the size of a grapefruit and weighs roughly a pound. I’m also 60% done with this process which is beyond nuts. I am not 60% ready so he shouldn’t be 60% cooked.
GRATUITOUS BATHROOM SELF-PORTRAIT TIME.
The mirror must take off ten pounds, because I feel way larger than that. IT REALLY DOES HAVE TWO FACES. And somehow, thankfully, I still only have one chin.
I think that’ll about sum it all up. Happy $%&#ing Friday!