18 Weeks Pregnant

Even though baby is just the size of a yam like one you may have enjoyed at dinner yesterday, s/he still got me a Christmas gift: no morning sickness on Christmas!!! I really enjoyed it and had a wonderful day with our family.

Baby is roughly the size of a sweet potato or yam, totalling about 8 inches from head to feet. I can really feel movements and I even just saw a little kick poke out the front of my tummy for a second!
Baby is also getting more and more aware of what's outside my tummy and s/he LOVES to lay next to daddy and Peach, too! When I spoon Shawn at night the baby tries to kick at his back. When I hold Peach, she will sprawl across my belly (I suspect she can hear baby's heart beat now) and the baby kicks and then snuggles up to her as well (can baby hear Peach's heart?). I think Peach loves the baby and the baby loves her already, too.

Thursday the 3rd will be my 120th day of Pregnancy: a very special day in Kundalini Yoga teachings/Sikhism in which the baby's soul enters its body. More to come on how we will celebrate very soon!

RAWRRRR, Pinners!!!

After not logging onto Pinterest for nearly months, I vow possibly to NEVER go back.

Ohh, teh pins.

The weight loss motivation that gives every reason to lose weight EXCEPT for being healthy and strong.

The millions of pretty, yet insignificant and make-believe homes and renovations that say nothing about the character of the people who call the space home. The lovely, very expensive homes and renovations that do not make us champion our own spaces we call home; they only serve to steal joy via comparison.

The women... the beautiful, perfect, PHOTOSHOPPED-ER THAN HELL "women," who we also compare to our own likenesses, which invoke feelings of lack and perpetual never-measure-up-ness.

And amidst the pins are actual gems of awareness, consciousness, Truth even.

Do these get pinned? Repinned? HELL NO?!

WHY, WHY DON'T YOU CARE, PINNERS?!

You give the testimony that you don't care dog food is made of rendered animals that found their ends with disease, euthanizing at the shelter, or being "4 D" cattle by instead pinning a lovely little wedding bouquet onto your FREAKING PRETEND wedding board!

You don't care that 1 in 112 children (and counting) now have autism... you'd rather pin a freaking nutella recipe that will just make you feel guilty 2 pins later--when you see a skinny bitch that makes you jealous-- not the pin of a starving African baby you passed up.

The people on Pinterest with effed up priorities scare me. Last time I checked my house is amazing just the way it is, I'm effing gorgeous just the way I am, and my heart knows what needs its attention most.