In the Saddle

jasencomstock:

Why do we always blame the woman too and not the opportunistic loser they pay to marry them?

I honestly don’t think it’s necessarily blaming the woman…in both these cases, the woman was the “star” with the recognition. I mean, who gives a shit about whatever the fuck that dood that Britney married first’s name is, K-Fed OR Kris Humphries?

I think it’s just that these are high profile people who put on a high profile show for the media and it’s fairly nauseating that this is the way it all turns out. It’s not about blame, it’s about what American culture embraces…and that seems to be over-the-top everything, be it weddings, divorces, scandals.

It’s all gross. Just gross. But oh well.

I haven’t been to a yoga class in months. If I’ve done yoga, it’s been by myself for a half hour at most. I’ve just been tired and sometimes in pain and…well….just not into it.

Well those days are no longer. I gotta get back in the game, coach!

But since my belly’s getting bigger and I’m not really sure how I’m supposed to modify regular yoga to accommodate that, I’m going to go to my very first prenatal class. I’m excited, but also a little nervous. It’s an hour and a half long…and I haven’t exercised in that long an amount of time in a while. I’ve been doing the recommended minimum (ever the underachiever) of 30 minutes of some kind of activity a day. Walking the dog counts. Cleaning the apartment counts. So 90 minutes is a little daunting, after all this time.

I really did have a good twice a week advanced level yoga stretch though, for a while! First trimester kind of killed that. And it’s hard to jump back in after you’ve lost it. But I’m determined.

Originally, I really wanted to be that cute pregnant woman who does yoga and is all fit and healthy and stuff. And it’s not like I’m unhealthy. I’m eating pretty well, giving myself indulgences as well as real and healthy food. I’m drinking tons of water. I’m making sure I’m kind of active. But I’m definitely not who I “thought” I’d be.

I guess the “ideal” I had in my head for “how I’d be” was just that. An ideal. It wasn’t and isn’t real. Pregnancy is hard and it’s tiring and it’s on-again/off-again. Some days I feel amazing. Some days it’s all I can do to keep my eyes open and my body off the couch. Who did I want to be this ideal for? Myself? The baby? Or other people? So other people could see me and be like, oh she’s so cute! Oh, she’s so fit! Oh, she’s having this really great pregnancy!

My point is….who gives a shit?

So I’m going to yoga today for ME and the BABY. Not for the ideal I’ve created in my head. And if I make it class next week? I will. And if I don’t feel up to it, I won’t. I will do what I can when I can.

I think that’s all I really can do, right?

…is there anymore terrifying than looking up on your windshield, seeing a spider and realizing it is INSIDE OF YOUR CAR!!!!!!????????

Ooooooooh myyyyyyyyyy gooooooooooooood…..

IT IS NEVER (NEVER!! EVER!!!!!!!) OKAY TO DRESS UP AS ANY SORT OF NAZI/HOLOCAUST RELATED OUTFIT. NEVER.

I won’t reblog the photo because it’s that disgusting. Suffice it to say that the “oh it’s Halloween, let me be the sluttiest person I can be” parade has reached a new low with “Ann Skank”…a “sexy” Anne Frank costume, paired with two Nazi officers. Forget the ridiculous sexualization of Halloween argument (you all know how I feel about that), this is one of the most vile and disrespectful things I can think of.

This is never ever okay. Dressing up as any sort of oppressed/harmed/killed/mutilated group from history or the present is never okay. Not on Halloween, not for a regular costume party, not anywhere outside your own racist/anti-semitic/ignorant/pick one house.

USE YOUR HEADS! IT’S NOT THAT HARD!!!

Wednesday’s poll results of Baby Girl v. Baby Boy Saddle came back as……..

BABY GIRL!

Which probably means it’ll be a boy.

Thanks fer playin’!!

I also forgot my cash, which is in the pocket of the coat I did NOT wear today.

I’m doing my makeup this morning and I realize that I forgot the package containing my new Shu Uemura lash curler at work. I am slightly annoyed.

I pack my lunch for the day…leftover pasta (whole what farfalle, turkey sausage, artichokes, sun dried tomatoes and cheese. I mean, how good right?), yogurt and granola bar…and realize I left the bag on my kitchen counter.

Do I realize this in the parking lot of my home, leaving me enough time to run back upstairs and grab it?

No.

I realize this in the parking lot at work. 17.5 miles away. I am more than slightly annoyed.

I believe my exact words were: Mother Fucking Fuck!!!

Baby brain can really be annoying sometimes.

I’m so hungry!!!!

I’m watching a later Seinfeld where Kramer’s talking about his new girlfriend who got a 646 area code to her NYC phone number. Oh the horror, the horror of a 646 number.

It. Is. So. True.

When my old roommate and I moved into Manhattan after college, she took care of ordering the phone line. They gave us a 646 number. Being from Boston, she totally didn’t get the significance. I was all, no no no no no no noooooooo. Must be 212, dear. Must be.

But…no dice. The deed was done. We were stuck with that stupid number for the duration of our 2.5 years living together. The moment I got my own place and my own number? 212 baby.

It’s all about the 212. Shallow, but true.

Katie was right. I am having kittenzzzzz. Here they are:

Thank you all for your support during this time…Jonny and I are anxiously trying to figure out how to support our litter, as well as how to tell Jessa that she’s going to have to learn to like cats. I suspect it’ll take a little time to win her over with the idea. Treats will be involved.

In the meantime, I look forward to giving birth in a dark corner of our apartment to my darling kittenzzzzzz….Floyd, Rocky, and Buttercup.

Thank you, Katie, for this amazing work of art.

I got two girls and a boy. What else you guys got!?

I hope he/she has Jonny’s nose. And his mouth. And his beautiful green eyes.

My last five posts were strictly about food. I know I’m hungry, but really…

Anyway.

As the days pass, it gets closer and closer to the day we find out if I’m carrying Baby Girl Saddle or Baby Boy Saddle. I am definitely obsessed with this! I give credit to those who can wait the entire pregnancy and not find out…for me, I just need to know now. I need to stop guessing! I’m so excited to know and to connect and to think really seriously about names and all that.

I think I’m pretty much equal at this point with people who’ve tried to guess. In the beginning I was getting a bunch of boy guesses, now I’m getting mostly girl. We’ll see though.

Anyone care to make a wager? You’ll win the prize of……………..being right.

Last few days to guess! Have at it!