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good morning my lovelies. today is going to be a good day because i've just decided it will. i'm going to finish the jigsaw that lance bought me on monday, and then i'm going to bask in the sunshine and maybe weed the garden a little if i can get down that far.
there really isn't much to tell you. i'm at home every day, with small trips to the shop sometimes for little things, and then it's back to doing hardly anything. this is the one thing i don't like about being pregnant and having a tendency towards stress related illness - it means i can't do ANYTHING. if you knew me irl, you'd know that this is my idea of hell (the not doing anything i mean, not the pregnancy). i've tried to get my friends round, but they're all busy at work or doing something more interesting than cheering up a fatty. goddamnit. but i guess it's okay because it gives me a lot of time to myself, so by the time i get round to going back to work, i'll be completely centred and focused, as long as bump isn't some kind of hell demon sent to kill us all as soon as he/she spawns from my uterus. ha, oh my, i'm too graphic sometimes.
i have no exciting news! lance is the one who saw the crazy old lady beating up the lamp post.. he's the one who's been tidying and gets to find all of the cool things we forgot we had.. he's the one who goes to work and gets a pay rise for having lots of energy and enthusiasm, then here i am, sat in front of a computer with only a day of food and laziness ahead of me. it's not good. it's definately not good if i want to get my pre-baby figure back after bump comes along.
anywaayyy. i'm sick of sitting around, i think i'm going to sneak some early morning cleaning in before anyone gets the chance to tell me not to. only the kitchen, you see, nothing too extensive. teehee!
there really isn't much to tell you. i'm at home every day, with small trips to the shop sometimes for little things, and then it's back to doing hardly anything. this is the one thing i don't like about being pregnant and having a tendency towards stress related illness - it means i can't do ANYTHING. if you knew me irl, you'd know that this is my idea of hell (the not doing anything i mean, not the pregnancy). i've tried to get my friends round, but they're all busy at work or doing something more interesting than cheering up a fatty. goddamnit. but i guess it's okay because it gives me a lot of time to myself, so by the time i get round to going back to work, i'll be completely centred and focused, as long as bump isn't some kind of hell demon sent to kill us all as soon as he/she spawns from my uterus. ha, oh my, i'm too graphic sometimes.
i have no exciting news! lance is the one who saw the crazy old lady beating up the lamp post.. he's the one who's been tidying and gets to find all of the cool things we forgot we had.. he's the one who goes to work and gets a pay rise for having lots of energy and enthusiasm, then here i am, sat in front of a computer with only a day of food and laziness ahead of me. it's not good. it's definately not good if i want to get my pre-baby figure back after bump comes along.
anywaayyy. i'm sick of sitting around, i think i'm going to sneak some early morning cleaning in before anyone gets the chance to tell me not to. only the kitchen, you see, nothing too extensive. teehee!