They fall down
A few weeks ago were watching football with our favorite 19 month old N. She doesn’t watch much tv, but has seen a lot of basketball with her father. She thought football was way cooler and kept yelling, “They fall down” and laughing hysterically. This is also the girl who coughs a little and looks up to say, “I am sick”. In her best grown up voice. She is a pure miracle.
If N had been following me around this week she would have gotten a real kick out of me. Because, I fall down. Or rather, I fell down. Again. Black out. And have a couple of near misses since. I think some of the near misses have been “normal” light-headed episodes during which I panic because I get scared I am going to fall down again. Not productive.
I have spent most of my week in Drs offices while my ticker is talked about, looked at and photographed. The poor ultrasound tech who did my echo the other day exclaimed, “Those boobs just keep getting in the way.” She had a hell of a time getting a good picture of my soul muscle and couldn’t help herself. I laughed. These kinds of practitioners are my favorite. Because really – they do get in the way and they KEEP GROWING.
Everything is likely fine and this is just a part of this pregnancy. However, it feels good to rule out each medical reason. I just walk really slow and tell everyone around me that I fall down, so they should beware. I need a t-shirt with a disclaimer on it!
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Knitting is slow for me lately. I have started no less than four projects over the last week and have abandoned all of them. Partially because the pattern writer pissed me off, partially because I just am indecisive right now. I just cannot stand a poorly written pattern. If you are going to charge money for it – for cryin in the beers – please, please, please take the time to have someone test knit it and tell you how much your instructions are insufferable.
Oh, and turning a heel? Apparently beyond my ability at this point in my life. Is there a service our there? Turning heels anonymous? Turning heels 911? Turning heels-at-your-service?
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I mentioned a few weeks ago that I had flown to D.C. for my annual reunion with my college roommates. They threw a itty baby shower for me that was fabulous. Place settings for the eight of us, candle favors (to light while I am in labor), fun games (for real these were fun), and cool gifts. Check out what my best-girlfriends got me and Baby…
all filled with books. I am in love. I wonder if Rob can draw a lil’ bookish?
One of the games we played was super fun. I am so not a shower person and defo not a game player. However, this one was hysterical. Juli had gotten Rob to send her four pictures, two of each of us. We were all given a color copy of these, scissors and glue. The goal was to create Baby Bookish out of Rob and my features. Some of these were very very scary…but ultimately had us rolling with laughter.
These are my girls…
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