Tell me I look majestically pregnant because my morning sickness is not quite gone and I just came down with a head cold, oh, five days before we’re leaving for our Dales Way adventure trip.
In the meantime, I will go take another nap.
Basically.
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Photographer Chronicles the Dales Way
Check with your doctor before any sort of trip. Ask how much weight you should safely carry in your pack. My doctor said 20 pounds would be fine since I was accustomed to carrying loads. Your friends will have to pick up your slack. (You can repay them by naming your child after them.) —
Kristin Hostetter, “Gearing Up: Pregnant? Don’t Hang Up Your Hiking Boots”
(Oh yes. We are still gearing up for this trip, even though most of my training has looked like this. There may end up being buses involved. And no camping at all. And extra ice cream.)
All I think everytime the Nook commercial says “your neighborhood Barnes & Noble.”
Reblogged because of a.) my deep and undying love of You’ve Got Mail, and b.) my sister’s current employment at the real-life F-O-X equivalent.
I. Hate. Being. Pregnant.
Please note, I did NOT say ‘I wish I was not pregnant’ because that would be patently untrue.
[…] Dear baby, I love you. If you have any time-travelling super-powers, will you kindly use them right now? Thanks mucho!
—“I Hate Being Pregnant,” House Unseen, Life Unscripted
[current mantra. 11 weeks!]
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During the fledgling age of portrait photography, it was of the utmost importance for the subjects to stay still for a period of time. Obviously since this would be difficult for children, their mothers were brought in for the portrait.
For reasons I cannot fathom, it was common for the mothers to be covered in cloth or a curtain. These fabric- covered matriarch were jokingly referred to as ‘Ghost Mums’.
We were talking about this, Foca…
“I am a chair. I will win the Hunger Games.”
New motherhood goal.