It's Friday, hooray! I miss blogging, I honestly do. Frankly, I used to have more time to just sit and think about stuff to write about, which made it more fun. Then I kind of stopped caring and well, you get the gist. A lot of people seem to be in this boat. I thought it was just the summer slump, but ala Carrie Bradshaw, is blogging on its way out?
Since I basically just brain dump whenever I want to, I know my posts are all over the place. Amazingly enough, this has resulted in a substantial increase in emails looking for sponsored content. Who knew apathy pays the bills? Fear not, I don't have any interest. Especially when the inquiring company in question just wants a blog post for free without sending me any kind of product to review or try. What do I look like?
Anywho, I started thinking about this yesterday as I was doing the truffle shuffle leaving work yesterday.
Warning, most of this is pregnancy related because that's really the source of "don't cuurrr" in my life right now.
I used to get really paranoid and freaked out about waddling. Ever since my coworker made that remark about me doing it down the hall, I've made a real effort to make sure I'm still walking like a normal human being. Now? It's like that episode of Family Guy where Stewie follows fat people with a tuba and makes them fall over. I shuffle back and forth and forget it if I need to be somewhere in a speedy fashion. The only time that's happening is if I need to pee, otherwise, we're moving a glacial pace here.
I used to love being a night owl. I would stay up easily till 2-3am, either chatting online (hey baby), or writing in my journal, or maybe just hanging out if it was a point in my life where I lived with other people. I would do this every night, without fail, and then easily get up for school, class, work, etc the next day. As I've gotten older, that tolerance has significantly decreased, which is to be expected. Bedtime got earlier and earlier until it hovered around 10-11pm. Not heinous, but long enough to stay awake and enjoy my husband's company while not feeling like a complete zombie the next day at work. Coffee helps.
Fast forward to pregnancy. The first trimester, you are exhausted. There is no other way to explain it, but you're relatively still functional. Then the second trimester comes, the fog clears a bit, and then you have some relief and feel like a normal person again. The third trimester is basically a massive regression. I went from being awake and alert during the evening hours to now basically being comatose by 8pm. It could be even earlier if I've had to be at work anywhere from 6:30-7:30am. I'm also not talking about the, "oh wow I'm getting sleepy and should go to bed" feeling - this is straight up being engrossed in a TV show and then suddenly waking up three hours later to your husband playing XBox. This happens instantaneously; I swear to god it's like having narcolepsy. There are times I don't even realize I've been asleep. Let's just say Carl has been logging a lot of video game hours, which I used to feel bad about, but now I don't considering a certain daughter will be eating up all our free time very shortly.
Just Being Fat & Winded
Back in the summer, I bought a maternity coat. Old Navy was having an awesome sale and I scored a great one that doesn't even look like it's maternity - so score for post-maternity wear. I knew I would need one being super preggo in the winter months and now that's gotten colder, I'm really glad I have it.
EXCEPT IT BARELY FITS ANYMORE.
I put it on to leave work yesterday and the zipper was literally screaming at me like, WE DON'T KNOW HOW LONG WE'LL HOLD MISS! I don't know how this happened or how I'm going to continue wearing it.
In addition to being too large for anything not spandex, I run out of breath really easily. Like, embarrassingly easy. It's not my fault...I'm up like 40lbs at this point (no joke) and I have a baby sitting on my lungs. I tried to sing along to the radio in the car the other day and I sounded like I was going through puberty and running a marathon. My lung capacity is at about 30%. So if, you see me winded and trying to explain something to you, I'm not dying, my child is just suffocating me.
Respecting the Turkey
Listen, I love Thanksgiving. It's my second favorite holiday because it's 100% focused on food. What's not to love? That being said, I can't stand Respect the Turkey. We all know that every single year the Christmas creep happens right after Halloween. And every year, like clockwork, you get these people who get on their soapboxes bitching, "Well I'M not putting up any Christmas decorations until after Thanksgiving #RESPECTTHETURKEY".
Meanwhile I'm just over here like
So, you sit in your undecorated house enjoying Thanksgiving while my house looks like a winter wonderland #byefelicia.
Being a Pillow
My dog cannot get close enough to me lately. I don't hate it, except when she attempts to cut off my air supply, because I have so little of it left (see above).
Have a fantastical weekend everyone.