Monthly Archives: September 2009

Grace and Toy / 33 Weeks

This is Grace with probably the cat’s new favorite toy. We’ve actually had it for awhile, having bought it last year at the Lake. At least, I think that’s where we got it from. This picture is a less psycho-looking version of what she looks like when she plays with it.

33 Weeks! Yes, I know I look pretty small still. It just annoys me when people point that out. I want to scream: “You try carrying this thing around!” Ugh. And this morning it was cold enough outside to wear a sweater. I love Fall.

Sleep Deprivation is Fun!

I have entered that wonderful time in pregnancy where sleeping has become extremely difficult. This is for two main reasons. 1) I have to pee all the freakin’ time. I mean seriously, four times in one hour. That seems a bit excessive and yet there you go. 2) Whenever I lay down – and I do mean whenever, it could be 2 in the afternoon – baby girl decides that would be the best time to practice her jazzercise routine. Its like a disco in there. I would not be surprised to find that she has hung a miniature mirror ball in my uterus and is doing some sweet moves from Saturday Night Fever.

I was so tired from lack of sleep last Saturday that I was reduced to tears (yes, actual tears) because all I wanted was to take a nap. Just a couple of hours of uninterrupted sleep. That’s all I was asking for. If you don’t believe me, ask Brian. It was awful and no, I did not in fact get any sleep that day either.

Perhaps this is my body’s way of preparing me for when she’s born and doesn’t sleep for more than a few hours at a time and my sleep schedule has to correspond with hers. I’m telling you though, I see a very cranky Kirsten for the foreseeable future.

Also, simply by walking one block from my car to the London Tea Room for Knitty Knerds last Friday, I have managed to reinjure my ankle. Its not as bad as when I first hurt it but there are times when I feel shooting pain up my leg. Fun.

Man, I’m such a whiner sometimes.

31 (Almost) Weeks

The lighting in my bathroom sucks, but that’s the only place in the house with a mirror so…there you go.

Neighborhood Etiquette

Sometimes I hate where I live. People here have no idea how to behave properly. For example, the kids like to play “kick ball” in the street and they have on more than one occasion come very close to hitting my car. While I realize that this is an urban neighborhood and there aren’t a lot of front yards for the neighborhood youth to play in that does not make it okay to play in the middle of the street. Right next to my car!

That’s not what I really wanted to complain about. Why is it that people think it is okay to sit in their car with the windows rolled down blasting their stereo late into the night? This has happened on more than one occasion and it was different cars every time; so, it was probably different people each time. Oi. And it is always when I have to get up early the next morning. If you must blast your music could you at least do it inside someone’s home and not right outside my house? Thank you.

Also, yes that was me that called the cops.