Sunday, November 11, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
Have you ever really thought about the sheer magnitude of things you should be doing with your life? I know most people don't obsessively list like I do, but even then, there's lots of reminders about the many things you should be doing to enrich your obviously lacking life. Just take a look at pinterest sometime if you don't believe me. Fastest way to feel like an underachiever, trust me.
Here's just a sampling of the things that could be on the list: Maybe you have a job for ten hours a day, not including travel time. Maybe you don't have a "job" but you've got a gaggle of children at home to watch, ensure they eat, grow, learn, becoming functioning members of society (I fully subscribe that this is a job and would never assert that these people have "never worked a day in their lives" as some others might believe). Maybe you have both those things. Maybe... you want to lose that 75lbs of baby weight you gained when you had said gaggle of children (may or may not be an estimate of what I actually gained) so you want to work out at least once a month, give or take. You may have some aspirations of sleep every once in a while. You may also be taking graduate classes (although why is BEYOND me, psh PhD, who needs one). You may even have hobbies you would like to persue to stave off psychological breakdowns, for me this includes photography, crafting, hiking, and soccer. Other things that cross my mind occassionly are scripture study, prayer, writing in my/my son's journal, updating his baby book since he grows so fast, etc. ALSO there's actually playing with said son in the three hours he may be awake after I get home from work, talking to my husband, OH and cleaning my house! (Cleaning may sound superflous when in this context but it's actually something I really need for my sanity) Forget eating actual meals.
Also those stupid pins on pinterest of the six-pack-ab girl telling me that an hour workout is only 4% of my day. You know what I say to you? Nothing because I just punched you and my computer screen in the face.
Faced with this list, I think about the things I really want to do (after my bebe has gone to sleep of course): Watch So You Think You Can Dance and White Collar.
I'm sure there are people out there who are better at prioritizing then I am. They probably do all these things and think it's ridiculous that someone could even think this is a lot! Well to them I say, nothing. Good for you. But anyway, this is an incredibly long build up to the fact that I'm going to try and begin blogging regularly again. Maybe one day my children will want more from their childhood than their memories, my journal, their journal, and the probable millions of pictures I've taken of them. It's possible. I mean who knows, kids these days are never satisfied. (So many tangents on parenting that I could go off on here but I'm having a little self restraint).
Basically I look at this little mug every day:
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
It's strange being pregnant and then having a small baby because you measure you life in weeks. 15 weeks pregnant: you're out of the first trimester! 20 weeks: you can know the gender. 32 weeks: your baby would survive if born. 38 weeks: full term - have the baby already!
Then after they're born it's a weekly, almost daily change, in the things they can do. My baby sneezed 5 times in a row just now and then smiled at me. He's five weeks old yesterday and he's changed so much. And I take so many pictures I just need to share some :)
I'll explain the title of this post in a minute, but first, WOW it has been a while since I've blogged. Not for lack of thinking about blogging, but somehow it just didn't happen. Anyway, some of the things that I did while I was away was; get married, graduate with my masters, move to a new state, and have a baby.
Really though what I wanted to talk about was a topic that everyone who has been talks about and yet no one talks about. Pregnancy.
First, my pregnancy was really pretty easy. I was sick for about 6 months but overall I was really healthy. The sickness brings me to my first point: Don't listen to anyone who tells you that they know what you can do to cure morning sickness. That's complete and total bull. You're different. Embrace being different and good luck finding your own cure.
My next point is about your legs. I'm sure everyone has seen those pinterest posts about how it's winter now (not right now but in the story...) and that means 4 months without shaving your legs. Let's try 8 months while you're pregnant. It's better than winter. Not that you don't want to, but at first it's being nauseous bending over, then by the end you can't bend over at all so it's just not happening. Better hope you have a husband who loves you (mine made fun of me).
Next: "Normal weight gain is 25-35 pounds." HA. BAHAHAHA. That is just designed to make you go into panic mode every time you visit the doctor and they weigh you.
Anyway, lots of things about pregnancy were not as advertised. But at least you get something cute at the end of it. Case and Point: