halfsies

half-baked:

The pregnancy is officially over half over – I passed the 21 week mark yesterday with barely a whimper. Nothing momentous happened, aside from, perhaps, my appointment with Mr.Q’s massage therapist [something I could get used to…].

half-outie:

As though to commemorate passing the bump-hump [Mr.Q’s 6am description for 1/2 way], my belly button has officially become half an outie. The top half is decidedly out, while the bottom half remains stoically indented – hanging onto some last vestige of normalcy pre-pregnancy shape.

I’m not convinced that the stand my navel has taken will hold much longer; there will, undoubtedly, be an inevitable stretch or inversion that will pointedly mark the end of an era.

half-awake:

It is, once again, an ungodly hour and I am up due to Mr.Q’s erratic schedule. The only only complaint that can be made about living on the west coast [other than falling off the political radar more often than not] is the east’s chronic insistence to hold meetings at times only convenient to them: 9am there is 6am here, people. That is wrong. And no, it is not justifiable punishment for living in a mild climate – that’s what the housing costs are for. That doesn’t explain the equally inflated cost of living in a few eastern provinces, but I’m remain in the dark over that…much like the dark outside, what with being up this early.

half-drawn:

My version of specs were emailed to our contractor last night – I’ve likely completely destroyed any hope he had of accomplishing anything today. He’ll be way too busy laughing his ass off. Hopefully, we won’t need to make too many adjustments, but I have the feeling that there will need to be much clarification of my sad sad little line drawings in Word.

On a good day, my stick people are rather drunken and disproportionate…I hate to think what my “to scale” attempts are. The only saving grace: Mr.Q drew the basement outer dimensions and actually made it close to scale. What I’ve drawn in the room, though, is up to anyone’s guess… including the contractor’s.

half-moon:

That too! Okay, slightly over half.

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