Today I’m 24 weeks. Viability week. Yes, I know, as my Dr. reminded me last time, just because things CAN go right at 24 weeks doesn’t mean you want a damn thing to happen. However, it does help me breath a little easier. I had good intentions of posting a lot more after the last thing I wrote. I was damn proud of it and I sort of wanted to keep it up. Yeah, then I worked 60 hours last week. That would be a fact that I am debating not telling my OB. I mean, I likely will when I get the “how is your stress question”, I’m just debating. Granted a good portion of those hours were worked from home, what with the sick kid and the weekend work, but I know it isn’t anything I should make a habit out of.
After a couple of weeks of mad baking in the cold of winter, my husband had the nerve to complain that I was making him fat. After I got done laughing at him because, seriously, I’m the one getting fat here, I stopped the baking. No more brownies, cookies, or cupcakes. Instead I’ve taken out my urge to create in quilts. A basement cleaning brought on by my brother needing to move in for a few weeks helped me find a bunch of half made quilts, which I have been working on finishing. There are four total, maybe more. At least four though. I’ve finished two that I present to you. The rail fence quilt was started for friend’s baby who I am pretty sure is older than M, maybe in Kindergarten. I’m not saying more than that because I am too embarrassed. The other one I had parts of but M helped (sort of) pick it out for the Pod. There are two more in the works. After that, who knows, maybe world domination. Isn’t actually finishing a baby item before the baby arrives, while working full time and having another kid, like a sign of your ability to rule the world?
It may be torturing myself to start working on my running play list when I am a good six months from being able to run again, but here I am doing it. I don’t know why it took a tribute to Aretha Franklin of all people for me to fall in love with Florence + The Machine. I’m combining that with music from junior high and high school. Due to a completely random event, I’ve recently started thinking a lot about what the hell my problem was. Perhaps there is an idea for another post. Maybe I’m ready to grow up, but maybe that is just the hormones talking.