Little Laura and her bun in the belly have tagged me for a game of 8s. I don't get tagged very often, and my brain is hurting working too many graphics on a presentation so I thought I'd try it. And I'll try and not bore you to death.
Actually, I'm quite surprised at this list, because the thing that really struck me is the "8 Things I Wish I Could Do". I had a tough time filling that one out, because everything I have in my life so far is a list of things that I wished for when I was younger... so it's nice to be reminded of how content you can be, eh?
8 Things I Look Forward To:
1. Getting on a plane to NYC tomorrow
2. Celebrating our 3 year anniversary tomorrow
3. Seeing Blur at Wembley Stadium in July
4. Meeting our October dinner guest
5. Getting a long kiss from my mister at the end of my day, every day
6. The New York pizza that I will devour (there is no better pizza in the entire world)
7. Seeing my family upstate, first time since B.P. (Before Pregnancy)
8. Getting our sailboat back from Holland so we can start sailing in the summer
8 Things I Did Yesterday:
1. Got Indian takeaway for dinner. Mmmmm...
2. Started packing our suitcases
3. Went with the mister for our checkup with the midwife
4. Watched part of a movie
5. Balanced our bank accounts in the US and the UK
6. Caught up on my daily celebrity trash on http://www.dlisted.com/
7. Worked on a presentation at work
8. Made the mister's anniversary card
8 Things I Wish I Could Do:
1. Eat sushi and drink cocktails while pregnant
2. Play the guitar
3. Be consistent with excercising
4. Excel at sports
5. Have my own business
6. Not be in debt
7. Fly like a bird
8. Make time pass more slowly so I can relish moments longer
8 Shows I Watch:
1. BBC news
2. America's Next Top Model
3. Match of the Day
4. Any Tottenham Hotspur game
5. Grand Designs (oh, how I adore this show)
6. Supersize v Superskinny
7. The Dog Whisperer
8. Dragons Den
8 Bloggers Whom I Am Harrassing to Do This:
1. Cat at Zipbag of Bones
2. Janet at Three and Holding
3. Kat at Three Bedroom Bungalow
4. Elle Charlie at Sometimes a Girl Needs a Blog
5. Flutter
6. Michelle at Confessions of a Desperate Housewife
7. Ryan at Low Water Mark
8. Amanda at The Wink
Tuesday 28 April 2009
Wednesday 22 April 2009
Giving good head
You bunch of perverts. That's for another site.
I'm in a very strange in-between phase of pregnancy. Yes, it's a magical time and I'm very blessed to have a pretty easy ride so far.... BUT. It's not as glamorous as I thought. Here I was thinking "hey, I'll be a hot thing, skinny as a rail with a tiny bump in front of me, wearing 5 inch heels". Shyeah. Thanks, Us Weekly, for making us think that that's possible. My heels have stayed on, but the rest of me has definitely changed.
Up until about a week ago, I've been able to wear my size 25 jeans (with a hairband connecting the groaning sides of zipper together like Moses trying to keep the Red Sea together). But I gave it up and surrendered to my expanding belly and ass. The changes seem to be happening at a rate where I feel like I have a new layer of fat every morning. On the positive side, some of the fat has deposited itself straight onto my 2-cup sizes larger boobs, which almost gives these English "glamour girls" a run for their money. Niiice.
I also haven't been sleeping well, which is rare for me, since I could normally sleep through a level of noise equivalent to a jet engine. I think the insomnia is a combination of having to run to the bathroom in the middle of the night all the time and a backache like I've been in a boxing match with Tyson.
My hair and face are another story. My hair, even having had it cut a month ago, has grown out already, and has felt heavy, dull and lanky, and my face just looks tired and beaten, and quite round now, sort of like a dinner plate. Great.
I'm wondering where this supposed 2nd trimester "glow" is arriving. I sense a design flaw in this whole pregnancy thing. And it got to the point where I've found myself criticizing my looks and being really negative. But I noticed I was complaining without actually doing something about it. So I made a change. And here's where I get to the title of this piece.
I went to the salon and told him to chop off my hair. 5 inches.
And if I sound vain, I really don't give a shit, because I am languishing in the giddiness of a new hairdo. It makes me feel amazing and pampered and completely brighter. I feel like myself again, and I feel like the insides of my brain got what they were aching for. A chance to feel like "me".
So, in fact, my hairstylist gave me good head, if you will. Both externally and internally.
I'm in a very strange in-between phase of pregnancy. Yes, it's a magical time and I'm very blessed to have a pretty easy ride so far.... BUT. It's not as glamorous as I thought. Here I was thinking "hey, I'll be a hot thing, skinny as a rail with a tiny bump in front of me, wearing 5 inch heels". Shyeah. Thanks, Us Weekly, for making us think that that's possible. My heels have stayed on, but the rest of me has definitely changed.
Up until about a week ago, I've been able to wear my size 25 jeans (with a hairband connecting the groaning sides of zipper together like Moses trying to keep the Red Sea together). But I gave it up and surrendered to my expanding belly and ass. The changes seem to be happening at a rate where I feel like I have a new layer of fat every morning. On the positive side, some of the fat has deposited itself straight onto my 2-cup sizes larger boobs, which almost gives these English "glamour girls" a run for their money. Niiice.
I also haven't been sleeping well, which is rare for me, since I could normally sleep through a level of noise equivalent to a jet engine. I think the insomnia is a combination of having to run to the bathroom in the middle of the night all the time and a backache like I've been in a boxing match with Tyson.
My hair and face are another story. My hair, even having had it cut a month ago, has grown out already, and has felt heavy, dull and lanky, and my face just looks tired and beaten, and quite round now, sort of like a dinner plate. Great.
I'm wondering where this supposed 2nd trimester "glow" is arriving. I sense a design flaw in this whole pregnancy thing. And it got to the point where I've found myself criticizing my looks and being really negative. But I noticed I was complaining without actually doing something about it. So I made a change. And here's where I get to the title of this piece.
I went to the salon and told him to chop off my hair. 5 inches.
And if I sound vain, I really don't give a shit, because I am languishing in the giddiness of a new hairdo. It makes me feel amazing and pampered and completely brighter. I feel like myself again, and I feel like the insides of my brain got what they were aching for. A chance to feel like "me".
So, in fact, my hairstylist gave me good head, if you will. Both externally and internally.
Friday 17 April 2009
Do you ever want to say thank you because...
Your heart is expanding so much it's about to burst?
You're so lucky to smell fresh air and see a sunrise?
You have a day where life pats you on the back and says "you're amazing, and you do deserve all of this"?
Amazed at where you've ended up and the path you've taken?
You're lucky that even your bad days aren't really that horrible?
That you're lucky to have a good heart and hope you can give some of that to others?
You love the "I love you"s that don't need to be said, but someone tells you anyway, because they just can't help it?
Yeah. Well.
I'm giving myself license to feel like this today.
Some days I can whine, I can pick up on the negative... but more often than not lately, I've been releasing the hold I have on those things, and lounging in the bliss of just letting go. I'm letting myself delegate more. I'm learning how to relish the moments. I'm learning that life passes by way to quickly sometimes and every second is an interesting little memory.
My waist is expanding (and so are my boobs, deliciously) because we're baking a little bun. And while this is happening, my heart also seems to be expanding, as if in competition. It literally feels like it's stretching to accommodate all this love I have for my mister, for the unknown little friend arriving, for all the things that I want to say but haven't yet, for myself- for all the times I've been hard on myself, my spirit, my body. It's a different kind of love- it's a potent, innate, profound, sweetly torturous feeling that I've never had before.
I tend to keep certain things in my life private, but today I guess I want to open up and say thank you. Thank you to whomever sewed the crazy little tapestry of Me, and managed to give me enough brainpower to navigate pretty well. And to have given me a handsome partner that not only navigates with me, but keeps teaching me and astounding me in the ways he shows me he loves me every day. Out of billions of people on this planet, he and I found eachother and managed to create a new little friend, and for that, I can't say enough how deeply amazed and grateful I am.
Tell someone "thank you", just for the hell of it. See what happens.
You're so lucky to smell fresh air and see a sunrise?
You have a day where life pats you on the back and says "you're amazing, and you do deserve all of this"?
Amazed at where you've ended up and the path you've taken?
You're lucky that even your bad days aren't really that horrible?
That you're lucky to have a good heart and hope you can give some of that to others?
You love the "I love you"s that don't need to be said, but someone tells you anyway, because they just can't help it?
Yeah. Well.
I'm giving myself license to feel like this today.
Some days I can whine, I can pick up on the negative... but more often than not lately, I've been releasing the hold I have on those things, and lounging in the bliss of just letting go. I'm letting myself delegate more. I'm learning how to relish the moments. I'm learning that life passes by way to quickly sometimes and every second is an interesting little memory.
My waist is expanding (and so are my boobs, deliciously) because we're baking a little bun. And while this is happening, my heart also seems to be expanding, as if in competition. It literally feels like it's stretching to accommodate all this love I have for my mister, for the unknown little friend arriving, for all the things that I want to say but haven't yet, for myself- for all the times I've been hard on myself, my spirit, my body. It's a different kind of love- it's a potent, innate, profound, sweetly torturous feeling that I've never had before.
I tend to keep certain things in my life private, but today I guess I want to open up and say thank you. Thank you to whomever sewed the crazy little tapestry of Me, and managed to give me enough brainpower to navigate pretty well. And to have given me a handsome partner that not only navigates with me, but keeps teaching me and astounding me in the ways he shows me he loves me every day. Out of billions of people on this planet, he and I found eachother and managed to create a new little friend, and for that, I can't say enough how deeply amazed and grateful I am.
Tell someone "thank you", just for the hell of it. See what happens.
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