Take a look at her site to see all the other participants. Today's theme: A Day in the Life.
My life is not terribly interesting these days (I'm stay-at-home), unless you consider simply living in a country other than yours of origin to be completely fascinating. Yes, I am pure 100% Texan living in Ireland for four months now. But I don't have a daily grind of leprechauns, sheleighleighs and Guinness-driven pub crawls. We live in a rural-ish village near a relatively smallish town (by Texas standards); I'm pregnant (so no thanks on the Guinness, Beamish, Murphy's or other local brew), I'm here with my DH who is working his tooshie off on a project to build a pharmaceutical plant so we're *not* on vacation for the next 2-3 years. We just live here.
I live a simple life. With lots of excuses.
My excuse(s) for taking half the day to post? (1) I'm still pretty morose about the news that one of my former students passed away last week. (2) My DH was OFF WORK today for the St. Patrick's day holiday and we've been whooping it up. (3) I am trying to finally pack so I can fly back to Houston for 2 weeks TOMORROW MORNING (not doing so well--things refuse to remain packed).
So here is a typical day for me:
Wake up--drive DH to work--come back--breakfast--gym
My new thing now that I am six months preggers is swimming. I'm used to being a whole lot more active and now that my bump is gaining in size, my powerwalking is just not as comfy as it once was. In the pool I am sleek and fast and I. mean. business. Of course, this is compared to the 70-year-olds and children under ten who are also in the pool, so it's not like I'm going to make the Olympic team. Since photos are super-prohibited at our swanky leisure club, here's a pic of my shnazzy maternity swim suit. The top has only come untied once while swimming--that' s a bonus. Some day I'll blog about how now having hooters makes the addition of cellulite to my thighs not all that bad.
After the swim. . run errands--lunch--go home--daydream about the baby. . .Here's our baby at 16 weeks or so. Looks pretty cramped in there.
Sometime in the afternoon I get serious about e-mails and blogging and blog-hopping. The first blog I always check is my friend Aimee's. I'd linky-loo you, but Aimee is a high school teacher and the last thing she needs is her mutant, stalker students invading her private life on the internet by looking at her blog and bringing up inappropriate things in the middle of class.
Next I have a series of the standards: laundry--dishes--cleaning--picking up man stuff AND my stuff. Then I obsess about how much weight I've gained being pregnant. Make action plans in my head for eating better/less/less frequently! Consider starting a food journal to track eating; decide it's too much work and give up; look at more pregnancy weight calculators online and decide I haven't gained thaaaaat much, really.
I close the open door to this armoire at least ten times a day. I'm convinced it is possessed or has some evil spring that opens the door when I am not looking. Yes, we are messy people.
I also arrange the "slipcovers" and pillows on the couch and chairs in the living room daily. Lord help me when our dogs arrive and take over the couches. They get messy enough with considerate humans sitting on them.
Sometime in the evening I pick up my DH from work (we share a car, by the way). I do some cooking, dishes, relaxing, watching the Simpsons, playing card games, knitting. etc.
Sadly enough, every evening I go to war with my eyebrows, which have vowed to take over my face from my eye lids all the way up my forehead to my hairline now that I am pregnant. The battle against the unibrow is a losing one, no matter how much I pluck.
Tried to keep it short since the day to day does not involve battling arch villains or saving small countries. (My DH suggested I write a fictional day in the life of a super hero. . .wanna hear my excuse for not doing that?)
I'm off to check out YOUR blog now. Hope this day in your life is great!
13 comments:
hi sabrina, great post! enidd's brother eric goes for the unibrow thing, but she thinks it's more a boy look.
Jealous of the time in the pool!
Wanna come work on my daughter's unibrow?
Enidd: Thanks for hosting today. The unibrow just doesn't accent my features very well, otherwise I'd just give up!
Amy: LOL! Ha! My own brows take up way, way, way more time than I can justify! (And I'm not so good at the plucking, either!)
Hey, you're at least wearing a two piece, I wasn't near that brave, and in the overall scheme of things, I didn't gain that much weight (ummm, is 25 pounds/pregnancy a lot??). You go, girl, with your little swimmy self :).
Know what came to mind when I read the end of your post? You pluck CHICKENS...you tweeze your eyebrows. One of my (ahem) dearest of friends pointed out that distinction to me (thankyewverymuch). Just wait until you're over 40...those daggum eyebrows travel SOUTH (grrrrrrr!).
I shoulda written a fictional account of my day...that woulda been fun (instead I'm blog hoppin').
Robin: The two-piece works because it's all about the boobs, which are new for me, and I will have to post about that at some point (like, when my dad isn't reading). Right now the eyebrows are heading north, south, and towards each other--perhaps that's where my pregnancy weight is coming from!!!
Eyebrows, unibrows, hair growth...I can't go in the bathroom without picking up my tweezers and plucking errant hair out!
Hope you get your packing sorted and have a fabulous trip. Hopefully you'll keep us posted on your trip!
OMG - I am totally with you on the hairy thing! I was always a little hairy, but now it's a daily chore. I forgot to pluck (tweeze) one day and by the next morning it was a huge patch. Oh well. I miss you. See you soon!
I'm impressed with the swimming. I used pregnancy as an excuse NOT to exercise.
congratulations and enjoy your pregnancy! the first one is THE best one, honestly! have a great visit back "home"....and revisit your day in a life in another year, i wanna read about the fun first year! :)
thx for visiting my blog....it's taken YEARS for me to be as organised as i am....
You're messy? You are not invited to my house while you're in H-town (it'd be lovely to meet for coffee though!) The baby is looking good (I guess), it's just so exciting to be able to see it in there!
Well the fact that you can wear a bathing suit and go to the pool while you're pregant is a GREAT THING in my humble opinion.
Lemme know when you're in Houston. Mindy may not let you in her house, but, messy or not, you can come to mine. We can ALL do coffee!!
Your life is relaxed which is just what baby needs. It's a long way off for all you youngsters but the hair thing will return with a vengance (post meno) just when the old eye sight is failing, ah well such is life!!
You swim in a pool with 70 years olds and under 10 year olds?! ewww, the two groups with the highest incontinent rates there are.
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