Heidi-ho, good neighbors! Happy last day of March, can you believe? I’m loving every second of this beautiful spring we’re having. Like the rest of humanity, my Instagram feed is bursting with photos of cherry blossoms and tulips and magnolia trees and it really hasn’t gotten old yet. There’s something about the first blooms of the season, don’t you think? They do things for the soul. We have a big beautiful magnolia tree in our backyard that just bloomed, which is super exciting because it only blooms 1.5 times a year. One full bloom in the spring and then another half-bloom during the middle of the summer. It’s the weirdest thing, the half-bloom… it’s usually sometime around July-ish and we’ll look outside and be like, hey! the magnolia tree is blooming again! and then two days later the flowers are closed up like, eff this it’s too hot we’ll see ya next spring. And that’s the end of that. But anyways, the full bloom happened about two weeks ago and it was So Beautiful! But the thing of it is, the flowers only last a week or two at the very very most, and then all the petals fall and our backyard looks like cotton candy. Which is lovely and magical for a day or two until everything turns into mushy brown withered flower petal piles that strategically hide dog poop. (Now would be a good time to insert a pink flower emoji next to the smiling pile of poop.) It’s just a whole lot of anticipation and then a whole lot of mess for only one week of beauty, you know what I’m saying? But that one week of beauty is like the unofficial spring opener of the Thompson house and I kinda love it.
Another thing about this time of year? Every beautiful day that brings us closer to summer is another day that my flabs shudder at the thought of putting a bathing suit on. Can I get an amen? …Or is everyone else in rock solid shape? <—- Jerks. I have this internal dilemma about “getting into shape” right now. Especially because it’s proving to be pretty difficult to drop the last few pounds of baby weight, even though I am pseudo-active. (BTW, Pseudo-Active should totally be a band name.) Which means I should probably amp up my workout game. However (and here is where my dilemma comes into play) what if Casey and I decide to have another kid in the not so distant future? Don’t get excited parents, this is a hypothetical situation. But what I’m saying is, is it really worth me busting my ass to get into shape now, only to balloon up again, and then have to go through “getting into shape” all over again? …. (Reading this paragraph back to myself and realizing that I am using the thought of a possible second child as an excuse to not go for a run. Now would be a good time for the emoji with the monkey covering his eyes with his hands. And then maybe throw in the pig snout for good measure.) I should probably just delete this entire paragraph because #embarrassing, but we’re all friends here right? Don’t judge me too hard.
Speaking of working out, has anyone eaten any really good cheese lately? Just curious.
One last thing about the lovely spring weather. It was beautiful last Sunday so Casey, Crosby, puppies and I all went down to a park along the river for a little picnic. We found a nice half sunny/half shaded spot by a tree that we tied the dogs up to while us three humans sat down on our blankets to eat our lunch. And maybe 10 minutes into our rice bowls Casey and I both realized that the ground was super wet and had soaked through our two blankets and subsequently through our jeans so when we stood up, it looked like we’d both peed our pants.
And that’s the end of that story. But here a couple of pictures of the day, if you’d like to see.
Wet butt jeans and extremely chipped toenail polished… I should consider turning this into a fashion blog, yes?
See ya next year, March!
I was “prepared” for a good many things when Casey knocked me up. Sickness, soreness, getting fat growing a beautiful human being inside me. I figured I’d crave certain things and detest others, get a little hormonal (yup), and in general feel like a pretty big weirdo for a while, etc. etc. What I was not prepared for, however, is the insomnia. Well, not yet anyway. I obviously know that this tiny sleep dictator I’m growing in my belly will be calling all the shots when he/she makes an appearance in a few months. But I guess I just had it in my mind that in anticipation of those sleepless nights, I’d try to rack up as many bedtime points as possible now. And that’s so not the case. Because I totally gots the insomnias. As a person who really really loves her sleep, this little side affect has sucked balls.
The intial pass out is no problemo. Typically, you can find me in bed by approximately 9/10pm. This human hosting business is exhausting work so I’m usually a winner at falling asleep in about three minutes flat. But 2am rolls around and it seems the baby and I are all, heyyyyy time to get up, where’s the party at? At which point my brain goes into total overdrive and I started thinking about ALL the things. You know, like… what did I wear on Friday? Because my memory is shot these days and I have approximately 3 things that still fit and the last thing I want to do is wear the same thing on Monday that I wore on Friday. And… if I had to pick one kind of cheese to live off of for the rest of my life, what would it be? Assuming I’m not pregnant in this scenario of course because soft cheese is a hard contender. And… where did I put that one necklace that I bought at that one store that one time? And… I wonder if Casey is awake and maybe I should nudge him a bit to see if he is awake and feels like have a mid-night chat?….Nope, definitely not awake.
Oh, I get the big questions going through my head too. Like how in the h. am I going to birth this kid and then raise it to be happy and healthy and DEAR DIARY what are we going to name it!? But for the most part, my insomnia is enabled by the really stoopid questions. Which is just so not worth it. I’m pretty jealous of my dogs right now, one of which who is curled up between my knees and the other one who has so generously taken up residence on half of my new body pillow. And no, they are not the problem. They’ve been total bed hogs forever and it’s never really bothered me. Much.
I guess the only upside to this insomnia – except the fact that I get to answer ridiculous questions to myself – is that I have time to blog? About insomnia. Yayyyyy.
In other news, mi mama is currently sleeping (hopefully more successfully than I am) in our guest room and I’m dying with joy having her here. We’ve been having the best weekend ever talking about babies and bellies and Thai iced tea. Because yum. When she wakes up, I intend to ask her to stay in Portland until the baby arrives… and then maybe for the next 18 years after that. In fact, maybe I’ll start whispering it to her through the heat grates – sleep hypnosis-style. That wouldn’t be scary at all.
[ note: this is an old photo from back in our half marathon training days. I’ve since added 1 chin and 2 belly rolls to my physique. ]
Can someone please teach me how to not gain weight in the summer? With all the happy hours + beer fests + ice cream + cheese in general, it’s literally impossible. Oh, working out, you say? That’s still a thing?
But yes, I’m feeling a little robust these days. I know I just need to stop acting like humpty dumpty and get moving a bit more. Casey and I actually just got a pass to a gym in our new neighborhood and we’ve been trying out these funky classes. Monday we went to TRX. Have you been? If so, kudos. I almost died a little bit. We used these suspensions straps to do all these really difficult moves like mid-air pushups. Blerg, that stuff was tough.
And then the next night we hit up 75 minutes of yoga. I’ve tried yoga once before and didn’t really love it but still always wanted to give it another go. I’ve just been scared to go to a class where everyone is all awesome and bendy and I’m all… not. Which is why I was so pleasantly surprised when Casey said he’d try with me. I later found out that the main reason he agreed to try it was because Joe Rogan does yoga. (Joe Rogan is the old host of Fear Factor who now hosts his own podcast.. or something? All I know is that Casey listens to him on his way to work everyday and if I had a dime for every Joe Rogan reference I’ve heard in the past few months….. I could probably buy a really nice block of cheese) So anyways, we yoga’d! And it was pretty fun. I had some difficulty with the focusing, breathing and all around relaxation that’s supposed to be a part of it but I’m hoping that’ll come with time. Right? Also, I’m currently googling ‘how to keep your hands from slipping when downward facing dogging’, so I have those results to look forward to.
What else? I just ate a bunch of kale for lunch, so that’s cool. And then I promptly rewarded myself with a lemon bar. Lemons are fruit so I figure I’m in good shape. But I’m not, in good shape. Is the point.
Baby steps! Namaste.