Who me? Oh. Uhhhhhhhh…
The brain seems to be fried these days.
I can’t remember names, words, places, etc.
I’m sorry, you were saying?
Oh yeah, don’t forget to read the last part.
Brian was reading Nehemiah to me yesterday. (So sexy when a man reads a Bible to his lady, FYI.) He came across a verse that I have known, but didn’t remember was in Nehemiah. It reminded me that the “joy of the Lord is [my] strength.” How helpful for the moments when I’m feeling weak and tired!
Do not, I repeat, do NOT wake 16 week Pregnant Square Piece in the middle of the night for anything. All you’re doing is giving my brain another opportunity to realize how uncomfortable I am because of how much I have to pee. Pregnant Square Piece gets very dramatic as she lets out her very exaggerated sighs and aggressively throws the blankets off in order to stomp and storm to the bathroom. If you’re not careful, she might huff… and puff… and blow your house down.
Run for your lives and give the beast her slumber.
Yesterday marks my second yoga class. Now that I’m out of the queasy first trimester, I want to attempt to stay strong and tone. (I hear that benefits delivery.) For the most part, I can keep up just fine. The instructor has got to be one of my faves as she sticks with the very technical and literal interpretations of what our bodies are doing. (It’s very helpful to tell me that my knee needs to be in line with my second toe on the “warrior pose.” It is NOT very helpful to tell me that I need to “breathe through my fingertips.” You see the difference?)
Anyhow, I have discovered one drawback to positioning myself in the back/center of the classroom. There’s a mirror directly behind me; so when we do this pose “downward dog,” I’m standing, folded in half, hands on the floor, looking at my upside down face through my teepee legs. Naturally my face is getting redder because all of the blood is rushing to my head. My skin is also delighting in the fact that gravity is pulling my cheeks closer to my forehead. I can’t help but lose all focus as I study, “So this is what I’d look like if I were a farmer’s market tomato.”
Oh, by the way!:
If I haven’t accurately expressed this in the past, may it be known today that I get a thrill every time you leave a comment on Square Piece. It’s like Christmas. A little notification gets sent to my phone and, whether I’m at work or the grocery store, I have a minute to receive a sprinkle of joy when I least expect it.
For the next three days (Fri./Sat./Sun.), if you leave a comment in which you’ve predicted the gender of my baby, I’ll give you the password to an exclusive post that I’ve got up my sleeve set to release on Monday. Only the readers who have played along will be eligible to view Monday’s post!
To review: 1) There needs to be a comment. 2) I need to see a boy/girl gender prediction. 3) It needs to be on Square Piece, not Facebook (though those comments are fun, too).
There needn’t be any voodoo or black magic to predict the gender. No crystal balls are necessary. Please don’t feel obligated to consult any mediums or self-professed prophets to get this right. Just a silly, go-with-your-gut impulse is all this takes!
Have fun playing along!