Posts Tagged ‘new’

12 on 12 – January 2017

Thursday, January 12th, 2017

You know what I need? Another photo project.

(That’s sarcasm. Serious sarcasm, because I already do my iPhone photo posts AND I’m doing another 365 Project which you can follow on Instagram.)

But I am a huge, huge fan of Sesame Ellis so when she started a group on Facebook to share and learn and discover new photographers, I couldn’t help myself.

So here’s this month’s 12 photos on the 12th of the month. The theme was supposed to be New Beginnings. These were all taken in January, so close enough for me.

Wordless Wednesday: New Light

Tuesday, February 28th, 2012

We rearranged the first floor over the weekend, flipping the dining room with the family room and taking down all our baby gates. The new layout involves a lot more kid-chasing but it means we’re using our WHOLE HOUSE instead of just one corner. And gosh, the light in the yellow (former) dining room sure is pretty.

Diapers: Not just for babies anymore

Monday, May 10th, 2010

Considering my last pregnancy only ended 13 months ago, you’d think I could remember simple stuff like OMG DID YOU KNOW MORNING SICKNESS ISN’T JUST IN THE MORNING?!?!?! and SOMETIMES FOOD YOU USED TO LOVE IS SUDDENLY GROSS! I mean, I know am the first pregnant person ever in the history of the world but how come I forgot these things already?

Some stuff is new this time. Some really, really not fantastic stuff. Like how when the morning sickness does hit first thing in the morning I have to run to the bathroom to empty my always fullĀ  bladder (serious baby, how are you kicking me in the bladder when you are smaller than my finger nail????) or I pee myself a little when I throw up. Dry heave, pee. Dry heave, pee. Sneeze, pee a little more, just because it’s so much fun. I bet no one ever you told you THAT joyous bit of second-pregnancy news before. Congrats! You need Depends!

I don’t remember being this tired last time either, although that might be because I slept through my whole first pregnancy. I was like a real-life Disney princess, deep in an endless slumber,only wakened by true love’s kiss. And by true love’s kiss I mean bacon. It may also have something to do with the toddler-sized hell demon I chase after all day and still get up to feed at night. Possibly. I’m hoping I get that second-trimester energy back with a vengeance or nothing is every going to get done around here ever again. Bebeh #2 is going to be sleeping in a drawer for sure.

Also, although my scale says I haven’t gained any weight (although that was before the THREE cheeseburgers yesterday) the button on my jeans is already at Busting Threat Level Red. My “bump” this time is going to be closer to a “giant misshapen abdominal tumor” and I can’t even blame people for asking insipid questions like “Wow, are you STILL pregnant?” or “You’re due WHEN??????” starting around month five. My poor ab muscles have already given up and are on suicide watch. They ask that you please send candy. But not chocolate. Because for some God-forsaken reason, this fetus hates chocolate. Even thinking about the brownie I ate last night makes me want to throw up again. And I really can’t do that. I’m all out of dry underwear.