A week that was.
I want to start by making an announcement. A pretty damn exciting, announcement!
On Facebook we broke 1,000 followers this week! We could not be more thrilled! The support is overwhelming and gives us motivation to keep blogging!
Thank you to every single one of you that has ‘liked’ us on Facebook and shared the love of The Central Nest.
Next announcement: I do not waddle. I just have found my pregnant swag.
So I have hit the 34 week pregnant mark and my feet are so swollen that is it like walking (READ: waddling) on water cannons. On the positive they do look strikingly similar to marshmallows, and EVERYONE loves marshmallows.. right?!! Still working, so quite gracefully using archive boxes to sit as lady-like as conceivable while having feet raised as close to the ceiling as possible.
My main drama is that I had to roll into Big W last week to buy new flats. I shit you not, I had to leave work at 11.16am to buy new shoes because my current ones no longer fit. I saw some nice ones. They didn’t fit either. So, I begrudgingly had to move to the size 11 aisle. #WhatHappensToWomenWhoNoLongerFitInSize11Shoes?
Experiencing insomnia to the extreme. I spend the day dreaming about sleep only to lie in bed at night dreaming about sleep, but you know, without the actual act of dreaming. Which to be honest, turns into a tantrum at 3.06am every morning. Then when I am finally nearly to the lush land of sleep I realise that I have to pee for the 467,346,549th time that night. LOVING. PREGGO. LIFE.
Plus, then I saw a picture of my preggy mate, Princess Kate looking all non-swollen and glamorous and that just made me feel all non-wonderful. I mean, solidarity to the sisterhood.
I watched a video that made me have some feelings. The Skeletons Kissing video is just so lovely and nice and warm and fuzzy. I love this type of video when it goes viral. It makes you realise the world isn’t so shit after all. You should watch it and share it, and well pretty much tell the whole world about it.
This week in the news there has been little talk of much else except the death penalty and the Bali Nine ringleaders’ execution. I am torn, I work in law so totally understand the mentality of ‘you break the law, you have consequences’. But on the flip side I struggle to believe in a judicial system that does not allow or encourage redemption and rehabilitation. I am left just feeling sad with the whole situation. I struggle to accept that those responsible for the Bali Bombings that killed 202 people, including 88 of my fellow Australians are allowed to be released from prison, yet two men are to be shot dead for smuggling drugs into a country. It just seems unequal and imbalanced.
In lighter news we did stumble across the cutest little business this week. The Bump Box puts together gorgeous little gift boxes for my fellow preggy peeps and those with new little birdies. You can see ALL about them here -> The Bump Box. I tots have my eye on the monochrome boxes (oo la la!).
Another video that hit us straight in the feelings was Famous Women Reading Tweets About Themselves. To say I was pissed off afterwards is such an understatement. Keyboard warriors are just weak pieces of shit. You would NEVER say anything like this to someone like Lisa Wilkinson if you were face-to-face with her, so who do you think you are sending horrifically horrible tweets insulting her while you sit behind the protection of your computer screen? I passionately hate that social media has the ability to bring people closer together but at the exact same time has the capacity to bring so much hate.
I dragged the hubby-bird to Ikea last Sunday, you know because we needed one set of drawers for the little ladies’ bedroom. Somehow the place ate us up. We were there 5 hours and left with two sets of lockers, two tall boys and a bathroom vanity cupboard. Plus, some wall hung storage racks and some kitchen supplies. The hubby-bird was thrilled. So much so that he now refers to the place as ‘I-killya’. He is beyond ecstatic also that every single item we purchased is flat-packed. In unrelated news, I recommend avoiding our house this weekend in preparation of the inevitable flat-pack-tantrum-fight that will commence once the two of us attempt to build said furniture. P.S I am ALWAYS right and the hubby-bird simply does not listen when I read instructions correctly to him.
So in review this week we are angry at keyboard warriors. Pissed at unbalanced judicial systems and desperately wanting sleep.
We have developed our pregnant swag (READ: waddling) and despite the additional 158 pounds of water held non-discretely in our ankles and feet we are feeling fairly happy. Having said that, if you know of any solutions for water retention in feet during pregnancy PLEASE feel free to share them with me! Tips. Old wives tales. Anything!
We are staring down the barrel of a LONG weekend filled with flat-pack arguments but are optimistic that perhaps this time will be different.
Thanks for all your support this week Nesters!
Loads and lots and buckets of love,