1. Everyone keeps asking me if I’m nervous/scared to give birth, and, I feel like this is the wrong answer, but I’m really not. I guess ignorance is bliss? I just have no clue what to expect (well, other than what we were told during our birth classes), so I really don’t have a frame of reference to get worked up about. And I just try to remind myself that, just like pregnancy, labor is a season of my life that will eventually pass—even if it’s absolutely excruciating and horrible while it does pass.
2. My lunch on Friday was a Mountain Dew and a box of Dots. And it was awesome. I honestly feel like there is nothing wrong with an every-now-and-again junk food treat. I think the issue with that stuff comes in when it’s the norm instead of the exception. I don’t want to live in a world where I can’t have a Mountain Dew every few months. Annnd, now I’m going to go eat a salad.
3. I hit my highest adult weight at my midwife’s appointment last week. After working so hard to lose so much weight for so many years, I thought I’d be sad to see a number that high show up on the scale again, but I’m really unaffected by it. It is what it is, and my body is doing what it needs to do to grow a healthy human. And, other than the aforementioned Mountain Dew and Dots lunch, I’ve been taking pretty good care of myself. This time, that number feels entirely different from the last time I hit it. Of course, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss my old clothes, but hey, I’ll eventually get back there.
4. I’m kind of obsessed with my label maker. I managed to snag this guy on clearance and with a manufacturer’s rebate for a whopping $7 (regularly $40) a few months back, and I’ve been labeling ALL THE THINGS. Nesting, what?
5. I have a personal bias against chevron—and trying to buy baby stuff has made my bias even stronger. It’s nothing the pattern did. It’s a perfectly fine pattern. In fact, I even like it. But it is everywhere. We, collectively, need to come up with a new “it” pattern and give chevron a break. Then, chevron can come back with dignity instead of living its current sad life of being plastered all over gas station key chains and dollar store tchotchkes. Worth noting: the above photo is of the one chevron-patterned thing in our house—a door mat. I’m still on the fence about it.