Well, I’m behind on this blogging thing. Luckily, due to the magic of the internet, I can mark that I posted this week so it appears I have not been slacking. Always looking out for me, dear internet.
I really have no good excuse, since Joe has been gone for the past two weeks and when that happens I mostly sit around and watch an excessive amount of Netflix. And eat a lot of soup, since that’s the only savory thing I make with confidence. Throw vegetables in the soup pot! Add random shit until it tastes good! Watch five more episodes of Supernatural! Repeat as needed.
I really have no good excuse, since Joe has been gone for the past two weeks and when that happens I mostly sit around and watch an excessive amount of Netflix. And eat a lot of soup, since that’s the only savory thing I make with confidence. Throw vegetables in the soup pot! Add random shit until it tastes good! Watch five more episodes of Supernatural! Repeat as needed.
So! Pregnancy! The downside to having a visible belly is that I’m now
experiencing the whole strangers-feel-oddly-entitled-to-talk-to-me thing.
Recently this has also expanded to the belly groping. If I know you I
understand, but if I’ve never met you or you filthy hands before please trust that
I don’t want them on me. Since I’m naturally shy and not at all touchy feely
anyway, this has been really weird and I kind of feel like I’ve in an episode
of The Twilight Zone. It fits, no? I
have an alien inside me and suddenly people are drawn to my belly like zombies.
Beginning to think baby has mind control powers.
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