Man, the weekends go by so fast. Friday night we had hot pot with a bunch of friends at Jason's house. There was definitely plenty of food to go around, though we had an overabundance of balls...fish, shrimp, squid, and shitake mushroom balls, that is. oooOOOooo, get your mind out of the gutter! :P Saturday, we hung out at home for most of the day, and then went to Sing and Maggie's apartment to swim and to grill some burgers; I had a very interesting salmon one. Here are some pics of me in my cute maternity swimsuit, as opposed to my regular black everyday one. Notice the really huge bubble amongst all the little colorful ones...hee hee.
Okay, so I am already a pretty clumsy person as it is, but it seems almost tenfold now that I'm pregnant. So far, I have burned my elbow on the oven, cut my finger with a serrated knife, and knicked my wrist on my brother-in-law's thermostat. Okay, the burn I already explained in my "Joel and New York" post, but I've still got a funky scar. The cut on my finger was from washing a serrated knife because I didn't have my usual latex gloves on and of course, I wasn't paying attention. Wendy had offered to wash dishes the Sunday that Tiff was in town, and I was trying to wash a few things here and there. I was just telling her to watch out for the knife that I had just placed on her side, and then I went off and sliced my own finger. And it doesn't help that it was a
Wusthof knife, supposedly one of the sharpest knives there is. I didn't really panic; I just wrapped a towel around my finger and dashed to the medicine cabinet. I think that I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, so that's why I've decided not to get an epidural during labor. But then again, that is what I say now, we'll just see what happens when the time comes. Anyhow, as for the wrist injury...I was coming out of the bathroom at Sing's apartment on Saturday and for some reason, my left arm was up and I walked right into the thermostat. I instantly started bleeding and went through a few bandages, but it was a relatively sm
Okay, so I am already a pretty clumsy person as it is, but it seems almost tenfold now that I'm pregnant. So far, I have burned my elbow on the oven, cut my finger with a serrated knife, and knicked my wrist on my brother-in-law's thermostat. Okay, the burn I already explained in my "Joel and New York" post, but I've still got a funky scar. The cut on my finger was from washing a serrated knife because I didn't have my usual latex gloves on and of course, I wasn't paying attention. Wendy had offered to wash dishes the Sunday that Tiff was in town, and I was trying to wash a few things here and there. I was just telling her to watch out for the knife that I had just placed on her side, and then I went off and sliced my own finger. And it doesn't help that it was a Wusthof knife, supposedly one of the sharpest knives there is. I didn't really panic; I just wrapped a towel around my finger and dashed to the medicine cabinet. I think that I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, so that's why I've decided not to get an epidural during labor. But then again, that is what I say now, we'll just see what happens when the time comes. Anyhow, as for the wrist injury...I was coming out of the bathroom at Sing's apartment on Saturday and for some reason, my left arm was up and I walked right into the thermostat. I instantly started bleeding and went through a few bandages, but it was a relatively sm
Could you stop making yourself bleed? Geez.
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ewww....blood bad.
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