November 29, 2011 by Heather
We’ve had a hankerin’ for some new bedding for quite some time. After looking around and pricing some stuff, we finally found exactly what we wanted.
Last summer we bought a really nice quilt that we’ve been using ever since. It’s perfect in the summer, but when it gets cold we have to add on one or two more blankets. See, we don’t exactly believe in turning the heat on… hence the pile of blankets. I’ve always wanted a down comforter. Always. They remind me of a hotel. Too bad they don’t come with the maids to make your bed. Dang it.
We got a super nice down comforter (level 3 warmth, no other blankets needed woohoo), a duvet cover, and a set of organic cotton sheets. No, I am not a buy-everything-organic person. They were just the same price as the non-organic and way softer.
And no, none of it was washed before going on the bed. I don’t have time for those kinds of shenanigans.
It’s just like laying inside of a cloud, since I’ve done that so much. Or, “like being under the earth,” as my strange husband put it. ???? I also got a new contour pillow. Apparently I’m supposed to be sleeping on my side to promote optimal blood flow to my womb occupant. I’m a total back sleeper, so all this side sleeping has caused me some major neck grief. Enter the fabulous contour pillow. I’m counting on it to solve all of my side sleeping issues, therefore enabling my blood to flow at top speed, therefore making the child within a total genius superstar/professional cyclist.
Basically my new pillow is going to make our baby awesome. That’s a lot to expect from $20 worth of memory foam.
Lately I have not been wanting to go to them gym for the following reasons:
1. I really really like getting fresh air by walking outside, plus I take Mayfield so it gets her exercise in too.
2. When I get home from work (or anywhere), I don’t want to change into gym-wear and get back in my car and drive to the gym and park my car and put my stuff in the locker room and go pee 19 times and blah blah blah.
3. It brings out my inner judgmental beast, which I am trying to tame. I am a harsh people watcher, as evident by this post.
4. And, well, I don’t really like being around all the skinny hot moms and skinny hot non-moms. I know my belly is sticking out like this and my thighs are going all kinds of places for a really darn good reason and I wouldn’t have it any other way, but if I don’t have to be confronted with rock hard bodies 4 days a week my pregnant self esteem will remain relatively in tact. There. I said it.
Being pregnant, I’ve found, is not as glamorous as People magazine makes it out to be. Who knew?
I’m still sort of in that “is she pudgy or is she pregnant?” stage. I was telling Andrew today about how people will look at me and smile and then cast a quick glance at my stomach and make an inquisitive face & I can tell they are thinking, “Geez lady, crunch much?” I can just tell.
Also. ALSO. I move that a new law be made. Who do I write to about this? Anyway, the new law should go something like this. If I have to pick up my dog’s poop after she expels it, then you, Miss Smoker, should have to pick up your nasty half-smoked cigarettes off the ground and out of my walking path.
I knew I should’ve gone into politics.