So last night, in celebration of yet another weekend spent alone. I stayed up super late... I'm usually in bed by like ohhh, 9-10:30. (Shut up, I need as much beauty rest as I can get these days.) Last night I stayed up until like 2 AM. Must've been a full moon because I was a mess. Worse than normal. I cried several times...about the dumbest things
< That's me. Except not, because I would not be able to fit into what she was wearing. So, in conclusion I would cry. Its a never ending cycle. Luckily no one was around or they would have laughed hysterically at my charades, and I would probably have sat on them. Anyways.. Yes I was messy. I was laying on the couch like usual, feet propped up, got my murder mystery Dateline on one channel and my Exorcist movie on the other. What the heck is there to cry about? NOTHING. Whatever. Didn't stop me. So.. I decided to get up and go to bed finally. I stand up and think to myself, "Self, does it usually feel like this when you walk?" No self, you bring up a fine point,it doesn't. Thats when I look down and my left foot has exploded. No really. Its a biggie. My toes looks like mini sausage links. Then there it was, or more like there it wasn't. My ankle was gone. And it was only one foot that inflated, so it's not like I had nothing to compare it to. Needless to say.. I couldn't fall asleep. I thought my foot was going to fall off. Obviously it didn't. I guess, like with every other symptom of pregnancy, I did not dodge the water retention bullet. SWEET. Just wait until my wrists, neck and face swell up and I look like a blowfish!!
So..I'm trying my best to stay away from a lot of sodium and salt. Yeah, good luck. Right now, I'm feasting on some frozen veggies. I'll go ahead and lie and say they're delicious. I'll also lie and say I didn't salt them. :)
Oh boy, big day planned today my loyal readers. BIG DAY. My lovely mother painted the upstairs rooms in preparation for Jace. (I can't type or say his name without getting excited!!eeeeeek.) We are also putting in new carpet because the current carpet looks like a bad dream from the 70's. Its rainbow...with brown being the main color. I don't want Jace to think he was born into the wrong era. So in turn, I finally have to clean my room. I'm lazy... its no secret. I could blame it on being pregnant and 15 pounds heavier, but that would be falsifying information. I've always been lazy. My excuse for not having a clean room right now is this... My clothes don't fit me. None of them...it depresses me to have to hang up clothes I'm not going to be able to wear for another 4-5 months. Kick me when I'm down why don't ya?! So I have this brilliant idea to stuff them all into a black trash bag. I'm a genius. I think then my closet would consist of, 3 pairs of large mens sweats (which deserve to be hung up because they're God's gift to chubbo-me.) One pair of maternity jeans, and a bunch of long shirts I plan on covering my belly with :)
Short vent session::
My weakness?
Jace. Probably will be that way for the rest of eternity now. I read that around mid-term babe starts to react to mom's and other familiar voices, and also light! I sometimes just wish I had someone to share all this excitement with. I want someone to be just as excited as I am about every single day as we get closer to February. I'm getting used to the fact that I'm not going to have that.( Did I mention I was single?) I tell Jace about everything that's going on...only the good stuff. I also apologize to him when I cry because I feel like I should be so much stronger for him. He's a little trooper though, I just know it. Much too pretty out to be moseying around. Time for Jace and I to listen to some jams and put some skinny bitches clothes away :)
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