tides and seasons of my secret life

We’re staying home. We have a couple of invitations, but I don’t feel like going. My head is bursting and after waiting patiently for the dull ache to subside, it only became kinda sharp-ish, so now I’m doped up on paracetamol, which is the only pain medication I am allowed to use. 500 mg every 6 hours.

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My drive is gone. I barely managed to wash the dishes. Yesterday I took a nap in the afternoon and when I woke up, The Darling Man said, I put on the lights for you, so you don’t wake up in the dark. He knows I hate to sleep in the afternoon and waking up to darkness makes me wanna cry. So he’s being considerate, he put the lights on for me. How sweet.

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Thinking of Yogamum and WoYoPracMo, I dug out a yoga studio offering prenatal yoga. Unfortunately they write on their website it’s only safe to attend classes after the first trimester of pregnancy, because things are a bit vulnerable before that point. So, YM, dear, let’s talk about it in 2009

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I’m downloading Marry Poppins, I suddenly remembered how this movie makes me laugh and dance. And although prenatal yoga is out of reach for the time being, this kid sure needs some prenatal literary education

So have a great and blissful time, girls (and boys). Stay safe. See you next year.