I know a lot of women who enjoyed their second trimester, but that's only one out of three.

I've certainly found it to be the best of the three, but that's rather faint praise.

OK, I'm off to bed! Wishing a good night's rest to all.

I have become quicker and quicker with the "unfollow," and it brings me nothing but peace. Echo chamber my arse - I know what the "other side" is saying and I don't need it. Nor do I need endless posts about the wonders of essential oils, for an example.

I did go to yoga. Just as well that's not a class I can normally make, because I have no plans to take a class with that teacher ever again. It was labeled "mild to moderate" and was the most strenuous class I've taken, but not in a good way. I didn't like her cues and ignored many of them; I thought she led too many challenging poses instead of focusing on doing a few properly (this type of class is supposed to focus on proper form). Blah. I got a couple good things out of it but in the main, she is not my cuppa yogic tea at all, at all. I miss my favorite teacher. She had to go and leave, didn't she.

Up too late but it's still thundering rather badly and I have to take a shower before bed. Makes me nervous showering in this bad a storm in an old house with possibly crap wiring and plumbing. I guess I'll just have to be quick and keep my fingers crossed. ISTG, I am losing my damn mind with this rain. We've had more days of prolonged torrential downpours than not in the last three weeks or so. The storm today was terrifying.

Anyway. Right. Shower. Bed.

I love love love the black bean burgers with avocado. Yum. Doesn't help with your protein needs but sure is tasty.

I will say, one thing I've become [more] aware of after becoming a parent and getting to know other parents is the extent to which many people feel the need to present the happy-face, sanitized, perfectly lit version of their lives to all and sundry. I find myself much more drawn to those who are willing to admit to the difficult times or even the dark times.

Heh. Yeah.

Holy shit, yeah.

smonster, the next time you're in KC, because IT WILL HAPPEN, DAMMIT, you can be my free guest with my friend Kelly, who is an AMAZING yoga instructor.

ION, I made it to two yoga classes this weekend, and plan to go for a walk/Zombie jog tomorrow, workload and weather permitting.

So I've found it useful to remind myself that many people are only presenting the shiniest, happiest parts of their lives,

Trust me, you only want to see pictures of Matilda in cool clothes, and not listen to her have whiny meltdowns before school and before bed.

Although my parents enjoyed sharing a photo of me as a baby, sitting in my little table (one of those that's a table with an opening and seat in the middle) with spinach spread across my entire face.

Thanks for the input. Less coughing today. I'll keep monitoring.

Relief to all coughing persons.

I'm probably hated universally by people with difficult conception and pregnancies. No one seemed to understand that it *is* a problem when you can't, apparently, breathe in the same room as your spouse without getting knocked up. We were looking at four kids every three years type productivity, despite doubling up on the birth control, before the blessed IUD. Which brought its own problems, but at least we were able to stop reproducing.

Pregnancy, fortunately, was easy. Sure, the hairtrigger all-day sickness had to be dealt with, but it was simple to do--crackers at the ready, avoid Italian food, OJ, and cigars. Otherwise, good to go. Pregnancy was the only time I lost weight effortlessly--and healthily. I felt fabulous, up to the last two weeks. I delivered in the middle of the afternoon, on my due date, first time after eight hours' labor, second after with four. We considered surrogacy, but then the realities of actually raising children, particularly a challenging child, put paid to that.

sj, I'm sorry you're having difficulty, and I wish you all the ease and comfort and health and wonderful results possible. Kate, you too. It's not at all a simple thing you're doing. But it's good people making more good people, and that's a wonderful thing.

With an abrupt change of subject, this seems to be the place to share the story about vampire squirrels.

for realz