Let's look at some pretty and completely random green things, shall we?
Because It’s St. Patrick’s Day…
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Wobble Wobble
Let me preface this by saying that I am not one of those people who is unfailingly stiff-upper-lip-y and stoic in the face of challenges, physical or otherwise. If I twist my ankle, I am more than happy to sit down and let you bring me some ice while I watch back-to-back episodes of My So-Called Life. If I'm trying to carry a heavy tote bag that's making me miserable and I am in the presence of a large and/or strong person who is willing to do the job for me, that is wonderful. If I am pregnant and you want to bring me tea while I do an impression of an amoeba: great.
That said, it is very strange feeling to all of a sudden - like, overnight - have my body decide that it is no longer interested in doing certain things that I would reasonably expect it to be able to do. I'm not talking about dead-lifting two-hundred-pound cabinets and running marathons; I'm talking about walking what I consider "normal" distances while carrying what I consider "normal" amounts of things.
I've talked before about how different this pregnancy is from my first, mostly because I honestly keep forgetting that I am. Pregnant. There are a few minutes every evening when I'm quiet and still and lay in bed and feel my daughter kick and think about who she will be, but during the daylight hours there's way too much going on to spend a ton of time reveling in any Miracles Of Life. This is pretty normal, I think.
Mules Are Back?!
Blueberry-Cinnamon French Toast
Suggestion for your weekend: make this.
It takes about five minutes total, and is a huge crowd-pleaser for all ages. The key to this recipe: use blueberry bread instead of regular bread (this is Pepperidge Farm Blueberry Swirl bread, which I think is delicious…but my son's obsession is on another level entirely: he insists on eating it every. single. morning, calls it "my muffin", and was literally still talking about it as he went to sleep last night).
In The Details
Must-Own Spring Shoe: InStyle For Nine West Gamin Pump
So, remember those leopard pumps that I freaked out a whole bunch about last fall?
The Nine West + Instyle ones that I wore everywhere (including to the Macy's event I'm pictured at above with some lovely RG readers)?
They were spectacularly pretty, weirdly comfortable, and $79, and they sold out in about thirty seconds, which made a bunch of you sad.
Nursery To “Little Boy’s Room” (Before & After)
Before
Thank you so much for all your suggestions re: what to do with the wall color for the nursery (which I guess should now officially be called a "Little Boy's Room"). I ended up deciding on a grey, but went for one with blue undertones to make it feel a little brighter.
I love it. (I think Indy loves it, too.)
All Torn Up
I spent a lot of time in high school feeling silly. Like the one people were making fun of, the one who stuttered or said the wrong thing or who had the fact that they were sad or embarrassed or afraid written right across the center of their face. I hated that what I was thinking and feeling was so obvious all the time. And part of it was paranoia, I'm sure, but part of it was true: I was the one who people - even my friends - teased. A lot of the time, I was the one the joke was about. Maybe because it was simple to figure out what would make me blush, or cry. Or maybe because I was, as I feared, silly.
Maybe I was just easy to tease. I still am, I think.
Ok To Wake “Alarm” Clock = Very Good Thing
OK, so the transition to the Big Boy Bed was a necessary one - our crib is going to get called into action in a few months, and regardless, he couldn't stay in a crib forever - but was not without its mini-bumps. Mostly the mini-bump involving a child who has suddenly discovered that...hold on a second...he can TOTALLY GO ADVENTURING WHENEVER HE WANTS.
Hanging out in the hallway while a blissfully unaware Mom watches Walking Dead downstairs? Oh yeah.
Down to chill on the couch with some dinosaurs at three AM?! Done.
Into mom and dad's room just to say what's up at five??!!! YES PLEASE.
OK, I’m Officially Fascinated: Oil Pulling
Stunning, I know.
Let me start by saying that I don't really "do" health-type fads, and certainly not cleanses and/or detoxes, for reasons that I've documented extensively here. But I was seeing this "oil pulling" thing everywhere, and finally I had to try it: it sounded so cool, and so satisfying (you can actually see the toxins?!) and didn't involve not eating, and the benefits that people were saying it had for your body were so tempting that I broke. I just kind of love the idea that something so simple and natural (and cheap!) could have such a hugely beneficial effect, and I also love that it's totally natural and non-invasive and (according to all the research that I found; see below) ok for people who can't or don't use more traditional medications for whatever reason.
Because here's the thing: I feel like crap lately. In the first trimester, whenever anyone asked me how I was feeling my response was, "Ehhh, you know", because I was nauseous and tired and all the things you're "supposed" to be, so I felt justified in a little complaining. But now it's the second trimester, and I'm getting bored of my own whining, and so now when people ask me how I'm feeling I say "great!"
