I really and truly spent most of this week napping in bed. This is so, so, so not like me. I am not much of a daytime sleeper, not even in the earlier weeks of pregnancy. But for some reason this week, I just found myself needing all the sleep.
I didn't even make my bed this week is how bad it was. I think the babies must have been going through a growth spurt.
As such, I don't really have much to report this week. I had thoughts - so many thoughts - that could have and should have translated to writing a little something here and there, but the thoughts never made it to the keyboard. I did manage to finally finish Season 3 of Gossip Girl, for whatever that's worth. (hint: nothing)
Actually, I'm quite sure that the babies hit a growth spurt in there because yesterday it occurred to me that pretty much none of my clothes fit anymore. I sat in front of my closet for a long time, looking at my carefully curated collection of vintage and retro clothes and came to some necessary conclusions: 1) I have zero desire to wear polyester these days. Give me cotton or give me death. and 2) darn near all of those clothes barely - and I mean BARELY - fit pre-pregnancy. They are all laughing behind my back at the thought of me trying to squeeze into them now.
So, a-shoppin' I did go.
And then I remembered that I HATE MATERNITY CLOTHES. I strangely had forgotten how much I despise them. DESPISE. And yes, I know, the clothes we have now are way cuter than what our moms and older sisters had. I get it. But I still hate them.
The one brand of maternity clothes that I usually like is Old Navy. Unfortunately, the closest Old Navy to me doesn't carry maternity, so I went to Target. I can't wear Target clothes of the regular variety, but I thought maybe all the Liz Lange etc., might be worth a try.
It was in the dressing room at Target that I remembered why I hate shopping for and wearing maternity clothes. It is in those moments that I remember that when I am pregnant, my rear end grows in direct proportion to my front end. So I can try something on that looks halfway decent from the front, but then I turn around and discover to my horror that Hugh Jass is looking back at me in the mirror. If you catch my drift.
Then I came home and thought I'd make a run at vintage maternity clothes on Etsy. If you've never done so, let me save you the time and effort by saying DON'T. Maternity clothes of yesteryear where not just a whole lot better than now and also there's the POLYESTER.
I ended up making a late night, rush delivery order from Old Navy of some simple (cotton!) maxi dresses. I'll be sure to update you on the sartorial sorrows of dressing the quickly-growing times-two-baby-belly.
Also, another reason I'm finding it so hard to be at the computer these days is that my computer chair makes my back hurt. (GOOD LORD, I am so fun today! It's like a Carnival o' Complaints!) We have already decided to take down my office to turn it into the nursery, which means my as-of-now work computer (an HP desktop that I LOVE) will replace our old and dying Dell desktop as the family computer, and I need to get a laptop. I think that will help me immensely with getting work down online from here on out because I can work from bed! (see picture above)
But so I'm stuck in this round-and-round of MAC OR PC? MAC OR PC? All - all! - of my creative writer-y type friends are insistent that I need a Mac. They are very persuasive. But I'll be dadgummed but what I'm not an old school PC kind of girl. But all the PC laptops I've ever had have SUCKED, and I swore them off years ago.
I need something that can be a workhorse laptop. I probably won't use it for heavy photo editing. These days, I mostly use PicMonkey or, if I really need it, my antiquated Photoshop Elements on the desktop. We'll probably store all of our Fancy Camera Family Photos on our desktop. I need something that can stand up to lots and lots of writing, internet-ing, that I can Skype video conference calls on, and that runs fast. I am so very open to advice/feedback/instructions on what direction to take here.
So, here we are. Fourteen weeks. Officially 2nd trimester, traditionally my very favorite part of pregnancy. Here's hoping that the mid-pregnancy burst of energy happens soon! I promise to be a lot less complain-y next week.