It's you babe prenatal cradle
A few days ago, I mentioned that my midwife had suggested I purchase and voluntarily wear a sort of elastic torture device so that I could maybe take more than three steps without ye olde irritable uterus causing scary-ish contractions, sending me to the sofa way too often for this far away from delivery.
As much as I objected (and really, I did vehemently object), I also needed a solution. So I didn't get the Nacho Libre style wrestling suit and instead opted for this bad boy:
Lemme tell you, friends: LIFE CHANGING
You mean I don't have to constantly feel like I'm in early labor? That's a thing??? Su-weet.
Warning: the elastic will make your skin really itchy and uncomfortable if you don't wear something under it, so my torso dressing routine now consists of bra-cami-belly lifting device- shirt- optional: cardigan. I know. Cumbersome and annoying. But not as annoying as being completely incapacitated. Lesser of two evils, I choose thee.
The Trumpet of the Swan
Like responsible parents, we've owned the E.B. White box set for many, many moons. But like irresponsible parents, I don't think either of us have ever read The Trumpet of the Swan. But then Cari and Jessica both recommended it and....I thought about reading it. THEN we went to the bird sanctuary yesterday (free for Earth Day! Thank you belly contraption for allowing me to be mobile and give my children a proper homeschoolish experience.) and I knew it was time.
All the time, but particularly during pregnancy, these shoes are the shizzle my nizzles. Even the uber stylish Grace of the Camp that bears her last name agrees with me on this.
My kids not whining
That's all I can think of right now because Mary is in her crib NotNapping (my husband and I both agree that she has a secret stash of tools in there and when we close the door, she busts out the hack saw and mallet. WHAT IS SHE DOING IN THERE OHMYGOSH????) and hollering all sorts of things, while Paul is sitting in the seat across from me with a dish towel on his head saying "now can I get up? now can I get up? noooooooooooooooow can I get uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup??????????????". I need to to record myself saying "You have to sit quietly or it doesn't count" so that I can actually accomplish something while he's being punished.
It just took me 37 minutes to write that paragraph.
edited to add: the towel on his head was all his doing, not mine. Worry not friends for my consequences rarely include the wearing of linens.
MegaFood Blood Builder
This is my second shout out to Grace in one post (JUST GO LOOK AT TODAY'S POST ON HER BLOG AND YOU'LL SEE WHY YAY!)
Last summer during the sucky suckiness of suckness, Grace sent me some of this and it was amazing. I had a few left after all the physical stuff blew over and passed it on to a friend who needed it. Well, the other day I was feeling really slow and low and a bit lightheaded. I real quick 2-day-shippinged this to myself and lo a few days later I am back to my overthinking, ridiculous self. Good stuff, y'all. Super good.
Whew! That took way longer than you're imagining. Zoinks. Only blogging at 11 p.m. needs to be my new motto. Linking up with Hallie and her fave-o-rite thangs.