Get your pads and pens ready because it’s time for the Week In Review.
The Week In Review is a list, in its purest form, not of the things you still need to do, but of all the things you have done in the last seven days. It’s an achievement list, an ode to yourself, a celebration of sorts, and a virtual pat on the back.
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I’m mixing things up this week because I need a break from the usual, so instead of a typical WIR, I’m sharing things which went down in the last seven days solely because I’m 33 weeks pregnant. Side note: Holy shit, how did that happen?!
Let’s get listing:
I had yet another nose bleed, although this time, I pulled a blot clot the size of a dime bag from my right nostril, or somewhere thereabouts. I’m guessing of course.
I rocked out with my bump out; quite literally.
I got a pedicure because I can no longer reach my own toes. I also listened in horror as the pedicurist told me, completely unprompted by the way, how labor is like crapping out a watermelon. Um okay thanks for that.
I had another doctor’s appointment and was the lucky recipient of a tetanus shot in my right arm, which had me whimpering for days afterwards. I much prefer the ones which come in a small glass and cloud my judgment for hours.
I got lubed up for an ultrasound.
In this corner, we have Baby Vanilla Gorilla, weighing in at 3 pounds, 14 ounces.
I got diagnosed with Rounded Ligament Pain which is a fancy way of saying your ligaments stretch, snap, crackle and pop on the daily, and there’s very little you can do about it. Sitting upright for any period of time has become increasing difficult, which makes blog writing and reading incredibly tricky. Sorry peeps.
As a result, I spent the vast majority of my non-working hours horizontal, without the pleasure of mad monkey loving. Sigh.
I stretched like a crazy MoFo and became adept at cat and cow pose.
I soaked in the bathtub more times than I can count without the benefit of my phalanges.
(The real face of pregnancy: dun, dun, dun.)
In a moment of pure pregnancy induced panic and hunger, I housed an entire container of strawberries without washing them first.
Mere minutes later, I found a dead bug resting on my boobs, the latest and greatest storage facility for all my crumbs.
I napped every chance I got.
I ate everything the Hubby fed me.
And I sobbed like a baby watching Kelly Clarkson perform Piece by Piece on American Idol; multiple times.
I ordered a breast pump and went with a little double barrel action. Here’s hoping it comes with a really good instruction manual.
I spent a decent chunk of time watching my stomach roll like a tidal wave.
The real highlight of my week though was getting to be the guest of honor at a baby shower thrown by my family back in Buffalo. They totally rock, and I puffy heart them.
It’s your turn. I want to hear from you. Link up and get yo’ list on.
What are three things you accomplished in the last week?