I feel like being pregnant turns me into a honey badger (link not safe for kids. Or people who don't like swearing. Like really. But man it makes me laugh....). Or MORE of a honey badger. Or something. I can't post anything or write anything because all I can think is "Ugh! That article made me so mad! What an unabridged douche canoe that dude is!" (I used that exact phrase, "unabridged douche canoe," on facebook the other day and it was a huge hit, so I'm feeling like...you know...if it ain't broke, no repairs necessary and all that. Okay fine, along with being honey badger, my brain is made of cheesecloth. Total inability to think of new material.)
Anyway, it's always hard for me to talk when I don't have something *uplifting* or *meaningful* or at the very least *mildly entertaining* (those asterisks stand for jazz hands. You have to do jazz hands while you read the words to get the full effect of the sarcasm and such. Go ahead. Do it. It'll be fun!) to say and I don't know if going on some long rant about the mayor of a city in Japan being a no-holds-barred idiot of a turd of some kind of gross creature that I can't think of right now would be all that interesting to you fine folk.
So no posting to the bloggy for me. Also, I can't really do anything very interesting whilst on the modified bedrest so what do I say? Like..."today Mary almost pulled my coffee onto herself" or "Paul insisted we get rid of one of our walls because he ran into it" (hey, maybe these could make a blog post after all. Rookie Parenting Mistakes. Or Stuff my kids say that makes me worried they'll be incarcerated shortly after moving out of my home." I only put that part into parentheses because I didn't want to break my streak of a parenthetical statement in every paragraph.
Oh! I've been thinking ever since writing my crappy blogger post that maybe there are some of you who are imagining that I'm one of those holy women that simply cannot WAIT to be pregnant again and are overjoyed and giddy when they get those two lines and then immediately start knitting booties and listening to their hypnobirthing cds. I. WISH. No. I hate being pregnant. Srsly. Wrote about it last time right here. I am humbled and shocked that God thinks, despite my general inability to be patient or craftish or cookery, that I would make a good mother to another entire human being. So there is my "wow! amazing!" but I'm not like "Oh YES! I spent 8 whole months being not pregnant! I had no idea what to do with myself!" Um, no.
SPEAKING OF THE NEW BABY.....
I had another ultrasound today and baby is growing right on target and looks great so far (whew). The subchorionic hematomas are still there (boo) but have not grown and there are no new ones (yay!). I'm on that modified version of not-really bedrest until my next appointment in a little under a month, but so far so good. Thank you all for all your prayers and I would include a lovely profile photo of my fancy new in-utero baby right here, but the camera is, of course, out of batteries. And it's 10:30. Which is practically tomorrow morning in pregnant honey badger land. So. You know.
Love y'all! Thanks again for all the prayers and sweetness!