my pop punk life

Okay, so the baby's lease isn't really  up yet, but I'm not going to keep her security deposit if she decides to leave the womb now. Although, to be honest, I would like her to stay inside for another few weeks. I'm feeling both very much ready to not be pregnant anymore, while also distinctly not-ready for baby girl to be here. (side note: I will never be ready, I'm pretty sure most moms feel something similar to this, and this is probably why in general the baby decides when to be born.) That's me! I know I haven't posted a lot of baby bump pictures on this blog (or in general) but I looked cute yesterday and that end of the baby's room also isn't a giant mess and I'M SO PREGNANT IT DOESN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE A BABY I'M GOING TO BIRTH A WATERMELON. Also, my fingers are swollen so no more ring wearing at all :(, my heartburn now shows up during the late afternoon instead of the evening, getting in and out of bed has become a prec...

Okay, so maybe pregnancy brain isn't destroying your home as we speak, but I couldn't think of something witty to put there, and if I haven't thought of anything witty by the time I post this, it'll stay there. Pregnancy Brain. Some of you are asking, what is it? Why is it so terrible? Pregnancy brain is a phenomenon that people commonly attribute to pregnant women, although the effects can reportedly last for years and years after giving birth. Basically, you become forgetful, even of basic things. It varies in intensity from woman to woman, and usually can be solved by writing things down/making a detailed calendar/to-do lists, and all those things your mom did to remember all the things she had to do each day. It can also manifest itself in other ways, like forgetting the names of commonly used objects. Once I could not remember the word for spatula to save my life, and spent a good several minutes describing the "flippy kitchen thing" to my husband. ...

Isaiah's alarm goes off. I ignore it, but I can hear him roll over in bed to turn it off. Part of me wishes I didn't have to listen to his three alarms each morning, because now I can feel the ache in my hips starting to reach my nerve endings. But, it's what gets him through his morning routine in a timely manner, and it helps me to wake up before he heads off to work. And today, I need to wake up before he goes to work. I forgot to write a note reminding him to take out the trash this morning, so if I don't tell him, the trash won't get taken out until this afternoon when he comes back for lunch. I roll over. Time to let my other hip feel some pain. He's half dozing, going through his phone. He notices me and lifts his arm so I can snuggle into his chest/shoulder. I stretch out my legs. It doesn't really do much to help my hips, but it wakes up the baby, who begins to move around. Isaiah can feel it too. I fall back asleep, trying not to drool on my husb...