baby, sing with me somehow
I am presently in the middle of falling in love with the Neil Young: Live at Massey Hall version of "Helpless".
Left side of torso is slowly getting better, I think. I brought the hot water bottle in to work today and used it when I was sitting at my desk. Also, I am going to attempt decrease the weight I've been carrying in my backpack, since it's probably not helping matters.
Some fool whistled at me while I was walking to my car and I snorted and laughed and was generally amused. Me with my pregnancy pimply skin, pale legs, and oversized grey jumper. Hot. (I kind of find the word "pimple" and all its variations to be disgusting. Is that weird?)
I've been trying not to be paranoid about, you know, everything. I have an appointment with my OB on Wednesday and I'm excited/nervous. She said we should be able to listen to the heartbeat this time. I hope everything is still okay. I don't know - I definitely feel like I'm getting bigger, and I'm not consuming that many extra calories, so I'm going to try to think happy thoughts and assume all is well in the womb.
Lastly, the whispers I'm hearing about Mike Peca and his future with TO are not of the good sort. One of the articles ran this picture, with the caption title "Hello, Goodbye".
*sad face* P. Hunter would never break my heart like that.
ETA: We're doing this thing at work this week where we edit each other's month end reports, and I'm getting a lot of this in the margins: "condense". I am amused that people find that I'm saying too much with my writing. Me, who never seems to have much to say out loud. I kind of want to write "no" underneath, but that would be unprofessional of me and anyway I'm trying to set my ego (HA!) aside here for the sake of bettering my report-writing skills. T. already said they're awesome anyway, so whatevs, fools. Psshaw.
Left side of torso is slowly getting better, I think. I brought the hot water bottle in to work today and used it when I was sitting at my desk. Also, I am going to attempt decrease the weight I've been carrying in my backpack, since it's probably not helping matters.
Some fool whistled at me while I was walking to my car and I snorted and laughed and was generally amused. Me with my pregnancy pimply skin, pale legs, and oversized grey jumper. Hot. (I kind of find the word "pimple" and all its variations to be disgusting. Is that weird?)
I've been trying not to be paranoid about, you know, everything. I have an appointment with my OB on Wednesday and I'm excited/nervous. She said we should be able to listen to the heartbeat this time. I hope everything is still okay. I don't know - I definitely feel like I'm getting bigger, and I'm not consuming that many extra calories, so I'm going to try to think happy thoughts and assume all is well in the womb.
Lastly, the whispers I'm hearing about Mike Peca and his future with TO are not of the good sort. One of the articles ran this picture, with the caption title "Hello, Goodbye".
*sad face* P. Hunter would never break my heart like that.
ETA: We're doing this thing at work this week where we edit each other's month end reports, and I'm getting a lot of this in the margins: "condense". I am amused that people find that I'm saying too much with my writing. Me, who never seems to have much to say out loud. I kind of want to write "no" underneath, but that would be unprofessional of me and anyway I'm trying to set my ego (HA!) aside here for the sake of bettering my report-writing skills. T. already said they're awesome anyway, so whatevs, fools. Psshaw.