I'm a lazy sod. No, really...
You know... I really suck when I'm not working. When I AM working I'm one of the most motivated, driven people I know. I have excellent focus and dedication and can produce an astounding amount of really good, thoughtful work.
I haven't worked for the last three weeks. (Other than an hour here and there.) All I have done is watch horrid daytime tv, sleep late, read a little fanfic (recently). And it's not like I actually had nothing to do. Like... taxes (oh yeah, remember that extension we filed...), a brochure for the farm whose board I am on (they've been waiting a month), a logo for a friend, submitting timesheets so I can actually get paid, cleaning my office that I've barely stepped in for a month... The list goes on and on. I have done NOTHING. All day. Every day. Nothing. Except go to yoga.
Okay, okay, granted, I've been hideously nauseous. BUT, I KNOW that it gets better when i am doing stuff. Well, slothtime is over. I have three (or more) jobs starting on Monday. Woot! I can't freakin' wait!
So, I'm officially in my second trimester. It's actually harder to eat now than it was before. And my tastes and eating habits are getting weirder. Yesterday I was out with colleagues at happy hour and ordered mac & cheese. It was mediocre, but I jumped at the chance to order a second serving. I am almost ten pounds lighter than before I got pregnant. And it's not from puking, because I only did that once. WTF? Hope the little one isn't suffering.
Burping. I burp all the fucking time. I guess that's indigestion? At least I don't have bad heartburn (yet). And the heat!! Holy fuck. It's not THAT hot out here. Maybe low 80's at the peak. (I suck at temps). Monday was cooler by about 10 degrees and I walked all over the whole effing city. 6 miles or something. No problem. The temperature goes up a couple degrees and I can barely walk a single block. And I'm not at ALL exaggerating. I get so out of breath just taking a few steps.
And I just ate a bagel and feel like I am going to explode. A giant beast is going to rip out of my belly. Oh yeah, and my uterus is the size of a small cantaloupe now. *g*
Oh, non-baby news:
Between Forgetting & Remembering was nominated for Best Romance at dramione_awards Best of 2008, and
Claiming Hermione was nominated for Best WIP.
A drabble (I think it was Coming Back) was nominated for Best Drabble too but there weren't enough drabbles to run the category.
1. I feel very loved and am grateful to whoever did the nominating, and,
2. It got me to re-read BFAR and the drabble again. It's been a long time, so it was kind of a shock. I totally had that disconnected feeling, like, "well, it's lovely. I wonder who wrote it." lol. And,
3. I actually read THREE fanfic stories in the last couple days. Short ones, but it was really nice to hang out with Draco and Hermione again. And Harry and Ron. *sappy smile*
Here is my shiny purty:
Much love to everyone. (((((((((((((((((( my f-list ))))))))))))))))))
I haven't worked for the last three weeks. (Other than an hour here and there.) All I have done is watch horrid daytime tv, sleep late, read a little fanfic (recently). And it's not like I actually had nothing to do. Like... taxes (oh yeah, remember that extension we filed...), a brochure for the farm whose board I am on (they've been waiting a month), a logo for a friend, submitting timesheets so I can actually get paid, cleaning my office that I've barely stepped in for a month... The list goes on and on. I have done NOTHING. All day. Every day. Nothing. Except go to yoga.
Okay, okay, granted, I've been hideously nauseous. BUT, I KNOW that it gets better when i am doing stuff. Well, slothtime is over. I have three (or more) jobs starting on Monday. Woot! I can't freakin' wait!
So, I'm officially in my second trimester. It's actually harder to eat now than it was before. And my tastes and eating habits are getting weirder. Yesterday I was out with colleagues at happy hour and ordered mac & cheese. It was mediocre, but I jumped at the chance to order a second serving. I am almost ten pounds lighter than before I got pregnant. And it's not from puking, because I only did that once. WTF? Hope the little one isn't suffering.
Burping. I burp all the fucking time. I guess that's indigestion? At least I don't have bad heartburn (yet). And the heat!! Holy fuck. It's not THAT hot out here. Maybe low 80's at the peak. (I suck at temps). Monday was cooler by about 10 degrees and I walked all over the whole effing city. 6 miles or something. No problem. The temperature goes up a couple degrees and I can barely walk a single block. And I'm not at ALL exaggerating. I get so out of breath just taking a few steps.
And I just ate a bagel and feel like I am going to explode. A giant beast is going to rip out of my belly. Oh yeah, and my uterus is the size of a small cantaloupe now. *g*
Oh, non-baby news:
Between Forgetting & Remembering was nominated for Best Romance at dramione_awards Best of 2008, and
Claiming Hermione was nominated for Best WIP.
A drabble (I think it was Coming Back) was nominated for Best Drabble too but there weren't enough drabbles to run the category.
1. I feel very loved and am grateful to whoever did the nominating, and,
2. It got me to re-read BFAR and the drabble again. It's been a long time, so it was kind of a shock. I totally had that disconnected feeling, like, "well, it's lovely. I wonder who wrote it." lol. And,
3. I actually read THREE fanfic stories in the last couple days. Short ones, but it was really nice to hang out with Draco and Hermione again. And Harry and Ron. *sappy smile*
Here is my shiny purty:
Much love to everyone. (((((((((((((((((( my f-list ))))))))))))))))))