Captain’s Preggo’s Log
Star date: Umm, about 2 million light years into this pregnancy…I mean, it’s got to be that long already right? Surely feels like it some days. Naah, I kid, I kid…Well, a little. Apologies for the lengthy pause in blog life here on The Milk Memoirs, but I’ve mostly just a moaning Mertle recently, and that schpiel gets old real quick. So instead of subjecting you to all that for the past three weeks, I decided I’d Continue reading
So there was a constant chatter amongst the men in my office, about V-day plans this past Tuesday. To be honest, there was little interest on my part, mostly because Mike and I already kind of had like an unspoken agreement that there will be no frills this year. Not planned as such, it’s just that we stay real about it: if we feel it, then we’re all in, and if we’re not feeling it, then we’re happily chilling together. This year was definitely a chill year. But, I digress slightly. So towards the end of the day, I wheel over to my one colleague who’s pretty much on the same wavelength as me and ask, so? Plans? He slowly turns his gaze to me, and through half-cocked-desperate-for-sleep eyes manages to shake his head with a “no”. He adds, “all I want to do is get home and sleep.”
I giggled in absolute solidarity and understanding of the familiar Continue reading
Every morning throughout this first trimester has become a bit of mental battle to part ways with my bed. With her, my bed, being the goddess of rest and recuperation, and all things warm and cosy, welcoming me with loving arms each time I step into my room, you’d understand that it becomes hard to peel myself away from her. But between my several alarms, and my ever-present desperate urge to not get stuck in two hour traffic, I self-talk myself through every re-adjustment of my body so that my limbs and joints are aligned enough to eventually do a rough velco rip from my bed’s loving grasp…without putting my back out, of course. ‘Cause with pregnancy hormones raging through my body, putting my back out from doing basically nothing, is totally a reality that is just waiting to happen.
As you can tell, I’m still experiencing the new rush of hormones, as well as all the wonder of pregnancy in all it’s glory…yes, in all its sleepy, exhausted, was-that-chloroform, just-shoot-me-now glory. I’m 13 weeks now, but have only just recently crawled out of my Continue reading