I just wrote an entire entry that I deleted because I haven't written in a while and I didn't think I should start by complaining. We moved on Friday and long story short - my hideous neighbor that lived next door to me in the last house just happened to move in next door to our new house! What are the chances right? This time the walls are thin and I don't have to have the windows open to hear her, her terror of a toddler or the music. This morning I was woken up by the child screaming and I have the flu so my mood is a bit...
Anyway, it's been a busy time. Leading up to the move, I did as much as I could, but Wayne had to take care of most of it. The day we moved was a lot of the same and since then I've been trying to do as much as I can each day so that Wayne isn't bogged down this weekend. I still can't do much lifting or bending so I feel pretty useless and if I do too much and end up in pain - Wayne ends up pretty angry with me. I feel like I've spent the last few months sitting around getting fatter by the day. My beautiful husband tells me every day - you're not fat - your pregnant. I feel fat AND pregnant.
My belly popped out of nowhere and I look pregnant which is really cool aside from the rest of me expanding so much as well, but I guess with all the bed rest I've had it was bound to happen. I do love my belly though and can't complain too much.
I finally took the bandage off my incision this weekend! The wound has finally completely closed! It's not very pretty and I can say with almost certainty that my bikini days are surely over. I feel a lot better, but still have some pain that I think may linger for a while, but I'm just glad to have the bandage off after so long.
I know I still ended up complaining, but this entry is nothing compared to the last one! :-)
By the way - Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy the day. What I wouldn't do to be home for it, but at least I'll be there for Christmas!
I quit smoking when I moved to the UK, mainly because I promised my husband I would. I did it for him, but not because I wanted to. I enjoyed smoking. I missed it, but quit successfully for many years until I went through a stressful time and started again. My relapse lasted over a year. The whole time, I was ashamed of myself. I hated the smell. I hated how I felt, I hated the health risks and I hated my lack of willpower. I've known a few people who have tried e-cigarettes. I was a skeptic. I thought it was going from one habit to another. The people I knew that tried it, always had it and were constantly sucking on it. It seemed to me they were more addicted to it then they were cigarettes. I don't know any smokers that constantly had a cigarette in their hand. Then in January, I saw a piece about it on the BBC News. I watched with interest thinking they were going to say that they have found it to be harmful. What they said was quite the o
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