Showing posts with label lost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lost. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

It might be

all about me.  This is my fourth pregnancy and it still awes me.  The burgeoning belly, the familiar movement in the belly (that I miss soooo much when the baby is born), the exhaustion that blindsides me at 10:13am, 3:53pm, and 7:04pm, the inability to lotion my feet without nearly throwing up a little in my mouth and I still have just about 6 weeks to go.  The worst part - vivid bad dreams.  I have the worst dreams when I am pregnant and they are SO REAL.  The only good thing about some of them is I don't have any melasma or other skin troubles and I am back to my normal size.  Yes, I am vain.  And the heightened sense of smell?  Who needs that?  And don't get me started on the anxiety.  And don't ask me how much screen time my almost 3 year old is getting.  Or how little quality time my other 2 kids are getting.  And for sure don't ask me any question that needs a definite answer because for some reason I can't even remember my own name, much less what that plant out my back window is called or what the stitch I just did is called..  And even though it is my fourth pregnancy and I know millions of others have been through it, it still feels all about me.

Needless to say the last couple of weeks I have perusing the blogworld again.  A bit mindlessly but gathering inspiration.  Here are a few of my latest reads.

A Little Great - specifically this post.

This post about spring makeup, but I am pretty sure I would botch in anyway since I can't even apply
mascara correctly.  Someone want to help me?

And there were more but I thought I could remember them but brain. doesn't. function.

But I have enjoyed this site because the show is awesome and ACTUALLY answers some of the questions it presents.

And of course, are you watching LOST?  Only a few more episodes and even though I doubt many questions will be answered, I l.o.v.e the show.  And I L.O.V.E the podcasts Damon and Carlton put on.  I laugh outloud.  Which looks odd when you are walking by yourself trying to get some exercise.

I'm off to another prenatal appointment.  This baby is a mover and a shaker and quite a sneaky one according to Caroline, my 5 year old.  Is it sad that I look forward to the time in the waiting room?