I got myself pretty psyched up for a lame weekend. My capstone project for my entire master's program is due tomorrow at midnight, which I've probably mentioned a million times this week. That's because writing a blog post, or cleaning the toilet, or organizing my apps on my phone, or things of that nature suddenly took precedence over actually, you know, just doing the damn project. The problem was that the bulk of the writing was essentially done, it was just honing and perfecting it left on my to do list, which I really hate.
My twitter was recently hacked. Or something. Every time I signed on, I was following an extra 100-150 new accounts that I'd never heard of, and often were not in English.
I overcame this adversity and had a great weekend, and it's only noon on Sunday and my project is very, very close to being done.
On Friday, the weather was gorgeous and Eric suggested going for a walk after dinner. If you know him in person, you may realize this is shocking. He prefers manly, crossfit type exercise. At least that's how I understand it from him telling me about his workouts when he gets home, and clicking "mark as read" any time I see a blog post referencing crossfit. At any rate, lots of grunting and lifting heavy objects, or at the very least, some type of highly competitive ball game.
We went for a nice 45 minute-ish walk (didn't bring the Garmin, or even a watch or phone!) and it was just lovely. When we got home, the real fun started. We were laying down talking (because sitting up just requires too much effort, we had both been upright at work all day, enough is enough). Eric had his hand on my belly, which sounds really weird but I think/hope it's normal when there's a baby in there.
WE BOTH FELT THE BABY MOVE!
Like most first time expectant mothers, I'd been waiting/dreaming/imagining this for quite awhile now, and wondering if every single thing I felt was the baby, and frequently trying to feel it only to confuse my own heartbeat with baby movements. My doctor said it probably wouldn't happen until 20-24 weeks (19 now). This time, it was unmistakable, but we both jumped anyway and had a surreal "was that you?" conversation. Obviously this made no sense and there was only one thing it could possible be, but it was so strange and unlike anything I'd ever felt before that it was hard to believe even with hard evidence.
Friday night was a one and done. My sister recommended shining a flashlight at my belly, apparently the baby will see it and try to kick it. It worked for her, and I tried it Saturday night, and it (eventually) worked for me too! The first time (Friday night, when we both felt it) I was shocked and excited, but I felt a few kicks/whatevers on Saturday and got totally creeped out. That probably sounds horrible, but as wonderful as it is, it's freaking weird to have a human being moving inside your body, especially when you aren't used to it. I'll still be hoping to feel it again tonight, though!
While my weekend was mainly grad work, ensuring my ability to tweet wasn't compromised, and attempting to provoke my fetus, I did take a break from these activities to binge watch trash TV. Not just on my own, like I normally do, but as a planned event with my absolute, number 1 BFF in the entire world, John Williams. We kindly let his very pregnant wife and our other friend Casi join us. Our goal was to watch all of Marriage Bootcamp, season 1 (on Netflix, BTW). One of the DJs from the radio program that I'm obsessed with, and we were on last week, NBD, is on the show.
Sadly, we failed. There are ten hour long episodes, and even though we each watched the first episode prior to getting together, it was still too much. Casi's in marathon training, Carolyn and I are growing humans, and John has put together some baby stuff, leaving us all exhausted. Even fueling with Thai food and sundaes, we only made it through six episodes.
Are you a procrastinator like me?
What's the last show you binge watched? I guess if your answer to the first question is no, maybe this doesn't apply to you, but that's a life I know nothing about.