Because solo parenting nearly killed me dead
After almost a full week of solo parenting I'm tuning in here to let ya'll know I'm still alive. Every moment I turned around this week to like, put something int he garbage or let the dog out in the yard, I looked back to find Noah standing on a stray chair, or, the kitchen table playing with the salt he dumped out of the salt shaker. It was constant rescue-mode all week.
I actually sat down a few times to write something or answer an email and Zzzzz........... I ended up working on the increasingly large drool-rash on the left side of my chin.
Last night I was asleep by this time. After I put Noah to bed, start the dishwasher, let the dog out, and clean the litter box it's after 9pm and that means SLEEP NOW PLEASE!
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I'm working my way through the tenth week of this pregnancy I'm not stupid enough to say that the morning sickness is over but it is definitely waning quite a bit. I am able to eat larger meals and I'm much less grossed out by food and smells in general. As far as body shape goes I'm all over the map. This afternoon I was laying flat on the sidewalk so a neighborhood kid could trace my body outline in chalk and make me look like a hip deformed gout-ridden pin head and while doing so, I commented out loud that my stomach was quite flat, almost concave! But within the hour I ate a big dinner and soon looked at least five months pregnant, with a bloated round belly protruding out in front of my all grotesque and rude like.
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Speaking of drool rashes, I need to go work on equaling it out on the other side of my chin.
More soon, promise.









