Sure, May was a fine and dandy month, unless you were my husband and therefore on the receiving end of some severe emotional breakdowns. Sorry, honey. Let’s blame it on the pregnancy hormones and move on, k?
Let me preface my new year’s resolution follow-up with this obvious statement: shit isn’t happening. Once I nailed the first one everything else went downhill. Allow me to explain:
1. Get knocked up.
BAM. Done. I’m twenty weeks along (halfway there!).
2. Leave my hair alone.
Thanks to my prenatal vitamin and the glorious hormones pumping through my body, my hair is looking pretty decent lately. My morning routine no longer includes the torturous act of straightening my hair with a brutally hot flat iron and I know that has made a huge difference in my hair’s quality. Non-fried hair is happy hair! I’m due for a maintenance cut in June. Things are looking a little shaggy but hey, at least it’s growing.
3. Spend less money on myself.
Three words: Fuck. That. Shit. I’m pregnant and I want nice things. I had to buy a ton of new bras and shelf-bra tank tops because my pre-pregnancy bras were killing me. Wearing a regular bra feels like some form of self harm and I just can’t take it anymore.
4. Lose an average of one pound per week.
No thanks. I mean, I wish that I was more active but it seems like I am always tired during my brief window of time when I actually could do something like go for a walk or do a workout DVD. I need to start walking during my lunch break. I should implement that soon. Walking at least three days a week at work and then walking on weekends with my family will help me feel better and have more energy. I actually enjoy exercising and am looking forward to doing some more hardcore routines once I have the baby.
5. Learn at least one song in its entirety on my guitar.
Avery plays my guitar more often than I do.
6. Read at least two books every month.
I really wish I hadn’t bailed on this one. I’m currently reading a book but it seems like I’m choosing sleep over reading and sleep will always win. At least, it does right now.
7. Work on making master bedroom look like a bedroom and less like a large closet with a bed in the middle of it.
Eh. Once my nesting instinct kicks and and we start getting ready for the baby (co-sleeping FTW!) then I’ll get my ass in gear and turn my master bedroom into something more relaxing.
8. Be less of a bitch.
I’m going to re-post what I wrote last month: No. Just, no. I’m polarizing and that’s just my personality. I need to work on being more patient with my husband and daughter but that’s it. I don’t care if people at work don’t like me. I have enough people to eat lunch with – I don’t need best friends all over the office.