Meniscus for the Loss

So my friends, the verdict is in: I have a pretty bad torn meniscus in my left knee as well as some bonus cartilage damage and bone irritation at the base of my femur. Surgery is the next stop, followed by likely arthritis and woe in that knee in my 40’s.

Yay?

On the plus side, I might just attempt to blog while on pain meds. That bound to be a good time, right?

Shiny Apple

A couple months ago, it was time for Wes and I to get new phones. I’d always been wary of Apple products, thinking they were gateway products to sleek, expensive lifestyle I wasn’t sure I wanted.

Then we got iPhones. And I downloaded an app that lets me blog from my phone. It’s pretty awesome.

It’s the beginning of the end, isn’t it?

Likely Not Worth Reading

I have absolutely nothing to say. Nothing at all. I normally write something about the Super Bowl after the fact, but this year I’ve got nothing. Probably because I spent most of the game at home with a sleeping toddler.

Also, by the time I actually got to where I could watch the game, it was mostly over and I spent my time chasing my awake toddler so Wes could enjoy the game. As a result? I have nothing to say about either the game or the commercials.

I do, however, know that the Giants won. Woo?

I wish I had more to say. It’s not like I never go anywhere or do anything. I just don’t know if any of it is interesting enough to write about. The weather’s been unseasonably nice lately, so Aidan and I spent a lot of time outside earlier this week. Thrilling, no?

In related news, I’ve taken two tumbles this week. My center of balance has shifted or something and I am seriously a giant, clumsy mess. Thankfully both falls were on soft surfaces but still, it’s no good for a girl’s self esteem of she can’t seem to keep on her feet.

See? Things are happening over here at Casa de Mitchell, but very little of it is worth blogging about. It’s all quite boring. Aren’t you glad I wrote a post about how boring I am?

The Huge Project Reveal

Hey, don’t think about an elephant.

You’re thinking about an elephant, aren’t you?

This admittedly silly exercise is what the last three weeks have been like for me, because I have something on my mind that’s been looming rather large in there, but I haven’t been able to talk about it because…I make my own rules, and I told myself not to talk about it yet.

But now, the veil of silence, the cone of secrecy, and the gag order of reticence have all been lifted so I can reveal…

My gigantic project. Remember the project I wrote about a few weeks back, the one I blamed for my quitting NaNoWriMo a measly nine days in? Well, I’m finally ready to tell you what that project is.

It has webbed fingers and toes (that won’t be webbed for long), a teeny little tail (for a few more days, anyway), two hemispheres’ worth of brains, eyes, a nose, a mouth, and a strong heartbeat. It’s about the size of a gummy bear right now, but by July 11 it’ll be big enough to fill out newborn-sized pajamas quite nicely.

My project (or second baby, I guess he/she could be called) has been taking up most of my free time with resting and naps lately. The instant I got that positive pregnancy test, I knew I wasn’t going to finish my NaNo novel by the end of the month. I’ve been around the first trimester block before, I know exactly how exhausted I get when I’m hauling around a tiny little embryo.

This little person hasn’t disappointed, either. Even though this pregnancy has been pretty easy so far (as easy as the first trimester ever is) I’m still so tired most of the time I feel like I’m walking around with a mild concussion.

Aidan is, for his part, oblivious. I tried to explain that there was a little sibling in my tummy, but then he just lifted up his own shirt so he could poke his bellybutton and afterwards moved on to play with something else.

It’s so hard for me to write interesting posts when my mind is fixated on something I can’t talk about, so I’m pretty relieved to have my big news out in the open now.

My elephant, as it were, that I’m finally allowed to think about.

I suppose that leaves me seven months or so to write what I hope are interesting posts until I have a newborn and a toddler to wrangle and I wonder why I ever thought wrangling one child was a difficult task.