For those of you who don’t know, “feliz” means “happy” in Spanish. In the spirit of the beautiful weather outside and the fact that it’s Fri-yay, I’m sharing the top three things that make me as happy as (or happier than!) the clear blue ocean:
10 on Tuesday
My, or shall I say our, life plan is constantly adapting to new circumstances. There’s nothing like being pregnant to make you evaluate where you are and where you want to be. Here are 10 things on my mind this week:
A posting slump
I’ve noticed a change in my social media behaviors, namely on Instagram. Rewind a year and I was posting photos almost every day. Fast forward to now and I post a photo a week, if that.
Life, it’s a funny thing
Today is like my Friday because I have to study. All. Weekend. Long. So besides sleeping in (a little) and a few open houses, I am not looking as forward to this weekend as I have others.
Am I where I pictured myself years ago? If not, is that such a bad thing? I need would like more money. What if I don’t pass the NY bar exam… again? Why can’t I make time for a 30-minute workout everyday? Maybe it’d be easier if my commute wasn’t so darn long. I miss my 1/2 hour commute and doorman-building living in Chicago. We were so far from family, though. How is it that people make a living off their blog? I wish the cruddy stock market wasn’t affecting my 401K right now. Why is the housing market in Brooklyn so ridiculous? I hope we can find a place before we have the baby. I hope the baby is proud of us. I love planning my baby shower–yep I don’t want people planning it for me. The baby registry is so fun! Oh my goodness we. are. having. a. baby. We have approximately 5 months to get prepared AKA grow up into really adult-ish adults.
And then I snap out of it. I write a mental list of goals — short term and long term. I promise to tackle them and I try to relax. I remember that I am an adult. There is so much good in my life. I remind myself of that — and that I am where I am meant to be. I remind myself that we are fortunate to have each other, our health and our loved ones.
When My Stomach Bugged Me
This past weekend, something felt off. I spent the better of twelve hours sick to my stomach and when I called the doctor a second time, he told me to go see him at the hospital he was working in, where we’ll eventually deliver our baby.
P.S. THANK YOU to my husband for also being the best nurse. Your presence in my life makes everything so much easier.
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