Just Keep Swimming, Just Keep Swimming

Due to circumstances beyond my control, only 1 of which was an inability to breathe, I canceled my visits today and went swimming. I am renewing my friendships with the geriatric community. I mimic the exercises they do, I sympathize with their aches and pains, and the old ladies wanted to know all about my fabulous pool bag. One woman in particular had lots of useful advice about pregnancy and swimming. She had 5 pregnancies and her doctor told her swimming was the best thing she could do. Good to know. It's got to at least help with the intense rage that I feel over the lack of control I have in my life, particularly my own body and it's inability to pick up anything that I drop on the floor.

I HATE Being Pregnant

I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Overwhelmed

I need downtime. Soon.
I need to run. Or do yoga. Or something.
Still waiting on the goggles so I can maybe swim.
I need to get lost for an hour or my brain is going to explode.
My usual methods are not available.

Ouch!

Once I again I woke up unable to move my neck. Dropped another $110 at the Aveda salon for a pregnancy massage. I am hoping (once my new goggles arrive) swimming might help.

Cup O' Noodles

This kid cannot get enough salt! No interest in root bear and tasty cakes like big bro, just lettuce, salty soups, ice water... Maybe this one will like vegetables?

Dirt

Before Harry was born, I wanted everything sanitized. I wanted my car detailed and steam cleaned. Everything had to be perfect. Now, I realize kids are dirty. Kids are WHY things are dirty. They spill. They spit up. They leave bits and pieces of sand and sandwich and sneezes everywhere. This is also why I got teh minivan instead of the Mercedes.

Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day

Harry's very excited to be a big brother, and is doing his best to help make things ready for the arrival of his new sister. Unfortunately, he's yet to master his concept of time, and asks daily if she's here yet.