Over this past weekend, my brilliant friend E imparted to me the following wisdom: once you have kids, you never finish anything. She went on to explain that since her twins were born, she's never completed any task, as she's always being interrupted and moving on to the next thing without finishing whatever she's doing.
Being the overachiever that I am, I am apparently already exercising expertise in this area of mom-dom. It's not about distraction, though--this one is intentional. I'm quitting the Third Trimester 30 for 30.
Why? Lots of reasons. Dressing my rapidly expanding body in consistently inconsistent spring weather is hard enough without further limiting my options. My feet are currently so swollen that I can't wear any shoes besides flip flops. I'm so unwieldy and look and feel so little like myself that taking daily pictures feels a bit like being tortured, especially since I still can't get the self timer on my camera to take a decent shot. And I feel like I am taking up precious time blogging really boring outfits when I could be posting about more interesting topics. Basically, it's just not fun anymore, and I'm not learning anything, so I'm ditching it.
There is also a possibility that I'm going to be housebound, or something close to it, before the 30 for 30 period ends. I had some concerning test results yesterday that have my midwives thinking I may be developing pre-eclampsia. There is more testing happening over the next couple of days, so I should know more by the end of the week, but if I do have pre-e, it's possible I'm going to end up on bed rest for a few weeks, and then induced at 36 or 37 weeks gestation. Nerve wracking, and not exactly a great fashion opportunity.
Thanks for your support during my attempt at a 3rd Trimester 30 for 30! Hope nobody is horribly disappointed not to see the muumuus I will be wearing from here on in. ;)