Things seem to be going ok with my knocked-up friend and my majorly knocked-up self. One of my faves said this might be the making of her, and I hope it will be. At least… so far, so good, and the 3-month boyfriend seems to be stepping up. It’ll be fun to have a friend with a baby almost the same age as my own.
As for me, as I mentioned before, I’m majorly knocked up. Some days it’s even hard to move around. Daniel’s doing good though–back to normal weight, which means the diet is working–heart’s beating, feet are kicking, head is facing down. I’m 35+6 and technically it could be any day now, though I’m hoping he’ll hold off until 40 weeks, mostly because I’m just really enjoying this, even when it’s uncomfortable.
I’ve fixed the nursery at my parents’ place, it’s red and yellow, in contrast to the Concepción one which is White and blue. The crib’s set up, curtains in place, baby stuff washed, ironed and put away, car seat bought. All I need to do is pack up my go-bag and I’m done. It’s been a lot of work, but all fun stuff… after 2 weeks, I’m STILL loving maternity leave, and not missing work at all.
I dunno what I’m gonna do when it’s time to get my lazy ass back to work. Guess I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
What else? Well, it seems that I really am more sensitive these days. No ridiculous tears but I felt really bad about Whitney Houston’s Bobbi Kristina’s tragic death. It just all seems so senseless, a perfectly good young life snuffed out :(. And when I watch people yelling at each other on TV, I feel kinda bad. It’s like I wish they would all get along. LOL.
Can’t believe I had 15 bookmark entries. 15!!! I caught up on maybe 1/3. Please bear with me. I’ll get there eventually.
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