The past couple of days have been hard for me, for some reason. I've just been... sad. My spirits have been relatively high for the past 7 weeks of bedrest, but suddenly I found myself listening to this song on repeat with tears in my eyes:
The timing of this crash is rather strange. I am relieved that we hit 32 weeks today, my bedroom is filled with fresh air and gorgeous sunlight, and it was nice to finally get that apology from Tiger Woods. But I guess everything catches up to you at some point, and you just need the release of an angsty bald dude singing a pop ballad.
I have a few things I could post about... I have been given a couple of wonderful awards from Stephanie and Jingle. And Coffeegrl suggested I give some diet tips that I've learned from The Diabeetus, which really is keeping the non-belly areas of my body nice and slim. (Quick tip: Avoid anything that could be labeled "yummy" and focus on foods that look like things your child or pet brought in from the backyard.)
But you know, I'm just not in the mood quite yet. So instead, I'm copping out and asking YOU to help me post. Do you have any questions I can answer... about what's happening now? My plans for the boys? Who I think Jake the Bachelor should choose to fly on the wings of his love? (We all have to be in agreement on that one, not the annoying chick who looks like a donkey.)
I feel so narcissistic asking to talk about myself, but I've been blogging for 2 1/2 years now, I think I blew narcissistic out of the water a long time ago. So... is there anything you'd like to know?