And now I ramble

I think I’ve meant to sit down about 35823529 times to actually type a post. But then I’d either fall asleep, eat, or fall asleep again. MY B YOU GUYS.
Since I posted the big BABY news a couple of weeks ago, people from various forms of social media have actually asked me to write about my experience so far. WHAT? You people want to hear about how bad my boobs hurt, that I feel like sh*t and only want to eat bagels with cream cheese? (Didn’t you already watch What to Expect When You’re Expecting?) Ok, so I don’t really want to do official updates – or, OMG, BUMPdates…puh-lease, but I guess I’ll fill you in on some of the funzies. Sidenote: I’m actually making a scrapbook of this preg to document things, so that’s cool.
First- I just wanted to recap my trip HOME last week!! Activities included:
-Going to the Adirondack Flames home opener (funny that I live in Calgary and the Calgary flames AHL team is now in my parent’s hometown)
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-Going to Lake George
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-Getting apple cider donuts
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-Shopping IN AMERICA. My my my, I bought so much stuff and I have ZERO retail regrets. That hardly ever happens.
-Scrabble (I won every game)
-Trip to Boston to see all of my favorites! ‘Favorites’ include a handful of humans and Trader Joe’s
-Bunco with my mom and all of her old lady friends. I won.
-Setting up Netflix for my parents. Insert approx 3 fits of rage here.
-Mexican food, pizza, sandwiches, and dinner at my FAVE spot- Bistro Leroux. Sad I didn’t have tequila, beer, or wine to pair with these.
-SHOPPPPPPPING (said in Oprah voice)
-helping my dad relocate a skunk. Ps: we trapped it in the backyard and released it at the airport. Because that makes sense. Pps: It would make sense if you knew it was a tiny tiny tiny local airport and it was beyond the runway so I’m guessing he’s ok.
-NAPS. Oh my god, I napped so much. We would either be out walking around shopping all day or actually going for long walks and it would just totally wipe me out.
-RUNNING! I started running again after 8 weeks! Woop. Also, running is hard. Let’s just say there were a lot of walking intervals.
-mani/pedi. She even fixed up my nasty dried feet courtesy of Calgary weather.
Ok, I’m tired now. Let’s talk about my knocked up status, shall we?!
First off, I officially don’t care about what the hell I’m eating. Ok, that’s a lie. I DO care, but hot DAMN I crave absolutely zero things except carby carby goodness. And OJ. And fruit. And then there was a gummy worm incident… And guess what? I’m so freaking happy. I love food and food loves me. More specifically, my ass. But let’s not get into that.
I’m just gonna say one word and then we’re all gonna pause and laugh, ok? The word: workouts.
Um, no.
For a while, I was only walking and stretching. Then I added in some DVDs- yoga/Tracy Anderson. Then strength was thrown back into the mix. But I mean, there is almost zero intensity. And guess what? Just like the food situation..I’m so freaking happy. I make sure I move, and when I’m tired I stop. And stretching is a god send for those days when I put gym clothes on and my body’s all: ohhhh HELLLLL NO.
Things I can now attest as true:
Pregnancy brain. Yup, I am officially stupid.
Mood Swings. Or as Jenny McCarthy referred to is as: psycho chick? Yeah….poor Tyler.
This last one might throw you for a loop, but holy moly are weekend mornings glorious when I no longer wake up hungover! Just gimme a bagel and I’ll be happy as a clam.
So far, I have only purchased one baby-thing: a diaper bag. And let’s be honest, it’s really for ME and not the BABY. It’s a pretty slick Petunia Pickle Bottom piece that I can’t wait to make Tyler carry.
-These headaches are the devil! I think they’re made even worse with the stupid lighting at my office and all I want to do is Stevie Wonder it up with a cool pair of shades just to be able to look at my computer screen.
-I can only sleep on my right side which is really annoying. Sometimes, when I’m sneaking in some episodes of Scandal (yes, I started it and yes, I’m hooked) under the sheets, I try to lay on my left and about 2 mins into it my body hates me. Like hates me a lot.
Time to go eat a bagel. Or nap. Or stretch.