1. As desperately as I want to get back to blogging regularly, I feel as though I don't have much to contribute lately since I'm so restricted with what I can do, thanks to the placenta previa. Our extra-curricular activities have taken a backseat for now and besides planning for the baby, my life isn't what I would consider exciting or really "blog-worthy." I very much appreciate those of you who are sticking around and reading my increasingly sporadic posts!
2. One of my New Year Goals (I've always liked goals better than resolutions... for some reason I don't feel quite as loser-ish if I don't stick with them) is to record at least one blessing or thing that made me happy each day. Some days it's as simple as having sushi for lunch or laughing at something silly one of the fur babies did, but it makes me stop and realize how much I have to be thankful for on a daily basis. I know we're only 10 days into the new year but I'm loving it so far.
3. I get so confused when trying to figure out what month of pregnancy I'm in. I'm in my 22nd week so if I divide that by 4 weeks, that would be 5 1/2 months. But if I count the months I've actually been pregnant it would be more like 4 1/2. Can someone explain this to me or should I just plan to be confused for the rest of my pregnancy?
4. Last night as I was brushing my teeth, minding my own business, JD lifted up my shirt to look at my belly. To give him the full picutre, I poked it out as far as I could get it. He immediately screeched this high-pitched noise I'm pretty sure I've never heard him make, ran out of the room, dove into the bed and hid his head under his pillow. Ummm, not exactly the response any woman wants to elicit from the love of her life, four (five?) months pregnant or not.
I think lately he's been used to seeing me in looser fitting clothes and the sudden image of my rapidly expanding, snow-white, huge hunk of baby flesh in all its glory was a bit more than he could handle at the moment. In any case, once he felt safe enough to venture out from beneath his pillow, he was sure to let me know that he does indeed love me, the bug and my rather larger than normal belly very much. But I think it's safe to say he'll no longer randomly lift up my shirt to have a peek at the progress.
5. I think I had a couple more notes but I just made plans to eat lunch at a Mexican restaurant with my niece today and frankly, the thought of food has pretty much erased any rational thoughts I might have hoped to share with ya'll. Hopefully I'll be able to scrape up something interesting enough to post about soon!
Happy Monday y'all!