Casually Constructed Chaos

First trimester me could go to the gym with no problem. Even hit a deadlift PR. Second trimester me had to bribe myself to go by promising to bake cookies when I got home

Not only am I pregnant during the summer in the south, but I have to do my glucose test today. I’m hot. And I’m hangry. Pray for my husband. He may not make it

I'm a "Just let her go. She'll run outta gas eventually." kinda ADHD girly. But also a "Her ability to hyper-focus on this one things comes in handy sometimes". Gotta keep everyone on their toes.

"We NEED a giant pop tart. It's practically physical therapy for my shoulder." - Things that run through my mind at 8 pm on a Sunday evening. [Yes, I made it. Yes, it was delicious.]

Not my man putting cream on my shoulder scar, helping put my arm in the sling and saying, “ And a little sauce for the chicken wing”.