good news is that i like it, and i think it's a fun way to get a work out.
bad news is that it isn't the best pregnancy exercise...everytime i do a jump or some kind of in the air dance move, i just think of my baby being bounced all around in my stomach.
i mean, if i was a fetus- i would not be a fan
they've already got it pretty rough as it is, living in my mucus in between my huge hip bones and sharp ribs?
the last thing my poor little baby deserves is to be flailed around like a sack of potatoes.
oh here is some more bad news. i couldn't look more ridiculous if i tried.
anyone who has had the misfortune of watching me get my zumba on probably thinks im some kind of sick joke of a person.
i can't shimmy. i canNOT body roll.
but i try to anyways- which is unfortunate for anyone who is forced to be a witness.
2. is it weird that, arguably my current favorite article of clothing, is a hoodie?
not just any hoodie, my husband's hoodie.
the hoodie that his ex-girlfriend gave to him....
oh and is it just me or am i the only person on the planet who wears hoodies anymore?
it's almost as if...they are out of style.
thats a cruel joke, you fashion world people.
3. another fashion related thought.
yeah i would be the freaking cutest pregnant woman if i had the money to buy a whole new wardrobe...
update: i have yet to buy maternity pants, and only 4 shirts.
hence, the ex-girlfriend's hoodie.
4. utah weather?
you should be ashamed of yourself.
snow is very pretty, but when accompanied with -5 degree weather, it is hard to focus on that little fact.
you should be even more ashamed of yourself. you are borderline poison.
5. my husband is awesome. being married is awesome.
he comforts me when i have a hormone-induced break-down.
i was venting to him the other day. i was upset about some recent quiz scores.
and just school in general.
and then there was the anatomy video.
it was a video of the inside of your throat and what it looks like when you cough.
it includes slimy throat insides and mucus make its way across said slimy throat.
we watched it.
in slow motion. 15 times.
it made me want to die.
so, after i had finished venting about all the academic injustices,
i started talking about this anatomy video.
and the second i mentioned it,
the tears that were already delicately brimming the rims of my eyes
could no longer be restrained,
and i lost it.
started bawling, and an involuntarily frown forced its way to my face.
then i was kind of laughing.
because i knew i was ridiculous.
and my husband hugged me with all the sincerity he could muster.
holding back the laughter.
then he told me to stop studying and relax.
he held my hand and told me he loved me even if i got bad grades,
even if nobody ever talked to me in any class ever and i was a mega anti-social loner,
and even if i cried over anatomy videos.
i love my husband. he is a keeper.
for further proof....
please note the beautiful cinder block walls and blue tile bathroom, be jealous.when i try to reciprocate this spousal awesome-ness,
i make cookies, and they look like barf.
eh, life goes on and believe it or not, cookies still taste good.
and i'd like to end this post with an ode to quesadillas:
satisfying my lunch time tummy rumbles like nothing else can since 1995.