Why should the belly bump photos stop after birth?! This is nearly two weeks after birth, and I’m pretty sure I showered yesterday, but the baby’s got his days and nights mixed up, so my own sleep cycle is completely whacked and I don’t know what day it is. Continue reading
My last meal before the fasting begins after midnight. A chocolate-banana-peanut butter smoothie served in a cup with a fat panda stuffing its face on it. It could not be more fitting.
Also, shout-out to Martin for driving 20 kilometers to the only store open today to get the bananas. Grocery stores are closed on Sundays, except for the store at the airport. I really had my heart set on this smoothie, so away he went. It helped to remind him that’s the last pregnancy errand he’ll ever have to run in his life.
That’s a crazy idea, isn’t it? Continue reading
1:14 p.m. – Kinda hard to check in for a *scheduled* pre-op/registration appointment at the hospital when NOBODY shows up for work. Someone yelled out from an office that we will be seen soon, but it is a ghost town. I made Martin smile for the picture. Can you tell he’s super proud of German customer service?
Lunch. The admins were out to lunch. Yea!!!! Continue reading
This weekend marks the 18th anniversary of the day I met Martin. I met him shortly after arriving in Germany as an exchange student. I was 18 years old. These #TBT photos are from later that summer in 1999 when he visited me in Ohio. Continue reading
I spent another 2 a.m. “energy burst” this morning with FestBaby and a housekeeping magazine, debating if I should add more bold patterns in my life. Because I can never do minor subtle changes, can I?
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We made it to June! And I finally got a “bump photo” with Martin in it.
This week, I’ve had my final medical appointments, and tomorrow is my last day at work. This was the time when I went into labor with my son three weeks before his due date, so we’re all kinda holding our breath, hoping to stick to schedule this time. Continue reading
While taking out the trash today, I realized that George Clooney made our pizza dinner.
I googled “George Clooney pizza box” and discovered this has been a thing for YEARS. Amazing. You learn something new every day.
I would like to report a robbery!
I am missing two gluteus maximus muscles. Realized this last night when trying to hold up a pair of yoga pants. They were last seen with certainty covered by white bloomers at a beer festival last September. Continue reading
When you are 3,650 weeks pregnant, and it’s nearly 90-degrees Fahrenheit, and your adopted country doesn’t *do* air conditioning, you sit under the ceiling fans on full-blast and guilt-trip your minions to bring you fresh smoothies all day.
Martin and I were at the hospital last Friday for a visit with our birthing team after my appointment Wednesday with my doctor showed some maternal issues that we’re monitoring.
Even though these things are monitored for all pregnant woman at any age, nevertheless, as my doctor explained the issues at our Wednesday appointment, I thought of the song “Old Gray Mare” from my childhood. The old, gray mare…she ain’t what she used to be!
I don’t remember pregnancy being this complicated when I was 22 years old! Continue reading