When I grow up, I want to be an old woman

So I had this idea, way back in December, to be clever and write a memory/story of my past every day for the thirty preceding my birthday. Then in late February I was all "maybe for the month of March" then three weeks, then one week. Obviously none of the above happened.

I'd love to say it's because I'm busy doing interesting things, but it's the lack of anything interesting that's kept me from posting much. Pregnancy continues apace (33 weeks now); I'm doing well, he's doing well, my kidney has calmed down, my belly button has yet to pop and that weird dark line hasn't shown up yet this time. My belly is itching like crazy, so he's still growing, and I just switched from cocoa butter to olive oil as the former hasn't done much to keep the stretch marks away and the latter comes recommended by a mother of _three_ with no stretch marks at all. So we'll see.

Today's been a mellow day indoors as rain hoses down outside. Proper birthdayness will happen tomorrow, with brunch with the family at our favorite Irish pub downtown. Morgan is desperate to make me a cake but I'm not sure I want those leftovers in the house. My nurse is frowny about my weight gain ("Let's try to keep it to a pound a week, okay?"); look, I'm not eating or doing anything different than I have been all along, so if suddenly I'm gaining faster, that's all the Rabbit. Groceries on our budget are not excessive, and frankly if I eat much less I'll make both of us sick. So.

Oh, Morgan got her report card yesterday, and it's FANTASTIC. Straight A's and no concerns. I am proud beyond words. The only dark spot is all the tardies, which are entirely Alan's and my fault (she doesn't drive _herself_ to school in the morning, after all). I think that's the only thing keeping her from getting Citizen of the Month more often, given the teacher's comments on report cards and progress reports throughout the year, so we need to get our sh!t together in the mornings because that isn't fair to her.

Work is going smoothly. Kind of remarkably so, actually. We've worked out the kinks of most of the problems we were having at the beginning of the season. Or at least it seems so from my perspective. There may be issues with bookkeeping/payroll/business clients that I'm unaware of, but as far as my particular desk and its tasks go, things are cooking right along.

Aand now I think I'll curl up on the couch and watch some Netflix.

When I grow up, I want to be an old woman

So I had this idea, way back in December, to be clever and write a memory/story of my past every day for the thirty preceding my birthday. Then in late February I was all "maybe for the month of March" then three weeks, then one week. Obviously none of the above happened.

I'd love to say it's because I'm busy doing interesting things, but it's the lack of anything interesting that's kept me from posting much. Pregnancy continues apace (33 weeks now); I'm doing well, he's doing well, my kidney has calmed down, my belly button has yet to pop and that weird dark line hasn't shown up yet this time. My belly is itching like crazy, so he's still growing, and I just switched from cocoa butter to olive oil as the former hasn't done much to keep the stretch marks away and the latter comes recommended by a mother of _three_ with no stretch marks at all. So we'll see.

Today's been a mellow day indoors as rain hoses down outside. Proper birthdayness will happen tomorrow, with brunch with the family at our favorite Irish pub downtown. Morgan is desperate to make me a cake but I'm not sure I want those leftovers in the house. My nurse is frowny about my weight gain ("Let's try to keep it to a pound a week, okay?"); look, I'm not eating or doing anything different than I have been all along, so if suddenly I'm gaining faster, that's all the Rabbit. Groceries on our budget are not excessive, and frankly if I eat much less I'll make both of us sick. So.

Oh, Morgan got her report card yesterday, and it's FANTASTIC. Straight A's and no concerns. I am proud beyond words. The only dark spot is all the tardies, which are entirely Alan's and my fault (she doesn't drive _herself_ to school in the morning, after all). I think that's the only thing keeping her from getting Citizen of the Month more often, given the teacher's comments on report cards and progress reports throughout the year, so we need to get our sh!t together in the mornings because that isn't fair to her.

Work is going smoothly. Kind of remarkably so, actually. We've worked out the kinks of most of the problems we were having at the beginning of the season. Or at least it seems so from my perspective. There may be issues with bookkeeping/payroll/business clients that I'm unaware of, but as far as my particular desk and its tasks go, things are cooking right along.

Aand now I think I'll curl up on the couch and watch some Netflix.