Ramblings
I hate trying to come up with post titles. I am not good at it like others.
Anyway, not sure why I am posting tonight except that sometimes I just feel like I need to ramble on. It's kinda funny to me because I am not as social or confident as people would believe I am, and most of the time prefer to be by myself or at least with an internet connection between myself and others. My grandpa used to say that confidence was 1% courage and 99% bull shit and if you could muster up the courage, most people will just believe the BS. Grandpa Red was smart.
But now I am never by myself. Being pregnant is like having a constant plus one for every moment of your life. Someone there to listen to you pee. It's a bit disconcerting and I hear it really doesn't change after the baby is born. I worry that I will go mad with needing a moment to myself. It is a selfish thing to say after wanting a baby for so long, but truth be told being told you aren't going to have kids for almost 12 years does tend to make a person a bit selfish.
Speaking on more selfish things. I really want to do some sewing right now. Quite a few people I know are gearing up for Costume Con or Costume College or a million other events and I have been super inspired to make some new outfits. That is until I look down and remember that fitting anything is kinda out of the question right now. It's true. I could make hats or gloves or a million other accessories to pass the time, but frack do I want a new dress. Last year for Costume College I had a ton of grand plans of which I was actually making headway on (two natural form dresses, a new corset with flossing, etc) and then BAM I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open to drive to the fabric store (Come to find out I was about 4 weeks pregnant at CoCo). So there are all these lovely in progress projects languishing in my sewing room right now. Sigh.
Cripes this post has become depressing.
I feel like I should add something happy in here. Uh, well the weather was wonderful today and I ate a metric ton of pineapple and mangoes. That made me happy. And I have another ultrasound tomorrow morning, which for all my selfishness does make me super happy on the inside. Good thing that is also where my Peanut is.
Anyway, not sure why I am posting tonight except that sometimes I just feel like I need to ramble on. It's kinda funny to me because I am not as social or confident as people would believe I am, and most of the time prefer to be by myself or at least with an internet connection between myself and others. My grandpa used to say that confidence was 1% courage and 99% bull shit and if you could muster up the courage, most people will just believe the BS. Grandpa Red was smart.
But now I am never by myself. Being pregnant is like having a constant plus one for every moment of your life. Someone there to listen to you pee. It's a bit disconcerting and I hear it really doesn't change after the baby is born. I worry that I will go mad with needing a moment to myself. It is a selfish thing to say after wanting a baby for so long, but truth be told being told you aren't going to have kids for almost 12 years does tend to make a person a bit selfish.
Speaking on more selfish things. I really want to do some sewing right now. Quite a few people I know are gearing up for Costume Con or Costume College or a million other events and I have been super inspired to make some new outfits. That is until I look down and remember that fitting anything is kinda out of the question right now. It's true. I could make hats or gloves or a million other accessories to pass the time, but frack do I want a new dress. Last year for Costume College I had a ton of grand plans of which I was actually making headway on (two natural form dresses, a new corset with flossing, etc) and then BAM I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open to drive to the fabric store (Come to find out I was about 4 weeks pregnant at CoCo). So there are all these lovely in progress projects languishing in my sewing room right now. Sigh.
Cripes this post has become depressing.
I feel like I should add something happy in here. Uh, well the weather was wonderful today and I ate a metric ton of pineapple and mangoes. That made me happy. And I have another ultrasound tomorrow morning, which for all my selfishness does make me super happy on the inside. Good thing that is also where my Peanut is.