Minus the constant throwing up for 5 months, food aversions to everything except for plain noodles, jello, milk, and life cereal... minus the heartburn, minus the complete exhaustion that had me napping in every spare moment, minus the swollen feet that could hardly stand 10 hour days, minus the rib that kept getting pushed out of place that three times had me completely frozen in pain... minus all that, pregnancy and I got on quite well.
Mike may have been slightly terrified that I would turn into a raging crazy face during the 9 months junior cooked in my belly, but to his surprise, I was an absolute treat. (Minus all the above mentioned exclusions.) He told me all the time that I was more pleasant pregnant than non-pregnant, and I agreed. People would constantly tell me at work that "pregnancy agreed with me," and how radiant I looked. My skin never looked better, and it was an emotional success. Win, win, win.
Post pregnancy has not turned me into the raging crazy face that Mike was expecting either. Pretty even and mostly pleasant. I did rely too much on my glowing skin and now I am out of the habit of washing my face at night, and my skin is protesting. Time to get into my nighttime routine again, I guess. It's just the LAST thing I'd like to do when junior is finally down for the night and the house is put back in order.
On an unrelated note, I obsess over decorating and am currently loving these two areas in my mister's room.
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| This is Jersey the Rabbit. Jersey has a problem with authority. Mike did a collection of Jersey the Rabbit in his watercolor class for his undergrad. They had to tell a story with a series of watercolors. In the above pictures, Jersey likes to go fossil hunting, hates taking baths, and is embarrassed when his grandma makes him dress up. |
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| We are starting a few collections for Alex, hopefully he will like them when he is older. Wood crafted elephants thrifted from second hand stores, and globes of the world. |
