Weekly re-cap

Posted on January 10, 2010 by heatherlauraclarke

(Jan. 3 to Jan. 9)

Symptoms: Heartburn, obsessive nesting, horrific snoring, sinus weirdness, psycho over-reaction, back pain

Body changes: Unrecognizable boobs (OK, this has been going on for a while), a definite and major popping of my belly (I look super-pregnant now, all the time, no matter what I wear).

Energy level: High. The nesting spree continued, I sewed like crazy, cooked meals every night, attended two family events, and had a couple of girlfriends over. It’s good to be able to do stuff again!

Cravings: Not anything noticeable. Well, unless you count the BOWL of strawberries I downed after my girlfriends left. I intended to just have a couple more, and didn’t realize I’d eaten them all until my fingers touched the glass bottom. Darling Husband walked into the room at that moment and laughed. He’s sensitive that way.

High point: Looking really and truly pregnant, but not ginormous. I like that I have more a pregnant belly now, instead of just a could-just-be-chubbers bump. It looks good in my new maternity shirts.

Low point: Bad financial news.

Paranoid moment of the week: I was surprisingly un-paranoid this week. I really am getting used to this “being pregnant” thing — good thing, since I’m halfway done! — and I’m way more relaxed than I was in the first trimester.

Category: Second trimester, Week 19, Weekly re-caps

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I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.

I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep it from taking over my life. Creating things helps.

Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.

I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time as a writer. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)