[ A #selfie gone terribly wrong. ]
- I originally published this post with the title: friday stuff. Wishful thinking.
- I forgot to take a 23 week bump pic last week. And by “forgot” I mean I just didn’t want to do my hair and put on a clean shirt and take a picture. So there won’t be a bumpdate this week. Dry your eyes, little grasshoppers. Next week I’ll have double the amount of ridiculousness to catch up on.
- You know how mom’s have cat-like reflexes when it comes to protecting their kids? Like when they stop short in the car and throw the “mom arm” out to keep the kid from flying forward? I think I’m starting to inherit that trait. I dropped a chocolate covered almond earlier and my mom-arm reflexes kicked in and I caught it about 3 inches before it hit the ground. Fastest I’ve moved all day. But I saved that almond, yes sir. Saved it for MAH MOUTH.
- That chocolate covered almond turned out to have not one but TWO almonds in it, which made me so happy, I giggled.
- My computer is on the fritz. (Is that saying still relevant?) I was
workingwatching Parenthood on Sunday when all of a sudden it shut down and wouldn’t turn back on. My biggest fear isn’t that it won’t work again, it’s that the hipster computer-fixer at Apple will see how much junk TV I’ve been watching on my computer for the last few months. - I bought 3 new bras the other day, and since that day my life has improved substantially. I’m serious. Up until then, I’d been cramming my tots into all my pre-conception bras… and things just weren’t going well. So I hauled my unsupported self to Target and bought three new lovely maternity/nursing (!!) bras. I’m seriously so happy, I could blog about it. It reminds me of the time I was properly fitted for a bra for the first time in my life, and I blogged about it. I sense a pattern. Boob blogging. Blooging? Bloobing. Whatever.
- Do you ever sing really loud in your car and then freak out and look at your phone to make sure you haven’t accidentally dialed someone? Story of my life.
- We’re leaving for Florida on Saturday for a little family vacation. Currently on my packing list: maternity swimsuit, compression socks, and my THREE NEW BRAS. That should do it, right?
- Sometimes when I get a whiff of my own breath, it smells like Casey’s breath. Is that weird? Have I just made things very awkward for everyone?
- My job here is done.