Because I could and because I woke up at 3 AM thinking about ricotta. It was a very long five hours till breakfast.
And in full disclosure, I also bought a bagel with cream cheese while walking from car to work, because if more than two hours pass between feedings...are you familiar with that dramatic fake puking sound people make when they don't like something? I make that sound for real, just kinda hanging out at my desk.
I just wrapped up two really bad sick days. I'd been feeling semi-cocky, like I was mostly done with all this heaving nonsense by 9.5 weeks, but sweet Jeebs I was wrong. Lucky for Clay, he was in LA Wednesday night, while I writhed on the couch and shook my fist at the pot belly.
But I have high hopes for today.
Stop laughing!
In other news, I saw this old episode of CSI: Vegas (the only CSI, if you know what's good for you) about this crazy pregnant lady on a shooting spree. At one point, they zoom in on Warrick's (R.I.P.) face, who says, completely deadpan:
"A pregnant lady with a gun?! GET THAT WOMAN OFF THE STREETS."
That pretty much plays in a constant loop in my head -- just swap out "gun" for "car" and he really nailed it.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
My belly and I thank you
For all your lovely yays and happy thoughts! It's really a huge relief to finally talk about all this with my Internets; I kept sitting down to blog and I couldn't think of anything other than MY TUMMY HURTS MY HEAD POUNDS MY EYES ARE SLEEPY I WANT A NECTARINE. So I'd just sign off and watch some Murder She Wrote instead. Angela got me through some really rough nights.
So yeah! I'm knocked up!
I've got a lot to say on the subject, but I'll just answer a couple questions quickly, the ones that seem to leap to people's minds first.
Was it planned? Yes.
How have I felt? Terrible. Also: awful, miserable, angsty, and beside myself.
Oh no! So you're not excited? We're super excited. I just feel like I've been poisoned by a mean poisoner. So it's hard to stay chipper sometimes. But yes! We're happy dappy clams.
Will you find out if it's a boy or girl? Of course.
Do you think it's a boy or a girl? Leaning boy.
Did you KNOW before you KNEW? Everyone asks this and I'm not exactly sure what it means, but sure - before I tested, I felt a little dizzy and there was an absence of other symptoms I usually get around that time. We'd also worked it OUT for about 10 days in a row (sorry, oh squeamish ones, but I think we all know how tiny people are made), so this was no surprise situation.
How far along are you? 10.5 weeks. Week from Friday we get to see our first pic of the little buddy. Huzzah!
Much more to come, pals. Back to work.
So yeah! I'm knocked up!
I've got a lot to say on the subject, but I'll just answer a couple questions quickly, the ones that seem to leap to people's minds first.
Was it planned? Yes.
How have I felt? Terrible. Also: awful, miserable, angsty, and beside myself.
Oh no! So you're not excited? We're super excited. I just feel like I've been poisoned by a mean poisoner. So it's hard to stay chipper sometimes. But yes! We're happy dappy clams.
Will you find out if it's a boy or girl? Of course.
Do you think it's a boy or a girl? Leaning boy.
Did you KNOW before you KNEW? Everyone asks this and I'm not exactly sure what it means, but sure - before I tested, I felt a little dizzy and there was an absence of other symptoms I usually get around that time. We'd also worked it OUT for about 10 days in a row (sorry, oh squeamish ones, but I think we all know how tiny people are made), so this was no surprise situation.
How far along are you? 10.5 weeks. Week from Friday we get to see our first pic of the little buddy. Huzzah!
Much more to come, pals. Back to work.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Oh look! I remembered!
Bam!
The rumors be true; BJA is growing a tiny person.
Baby C makes the scene in February. Nom nom nom!
Some new things about me
1) Apparently I like country music now. I end up listening to it now for the majority of my drive into work. Help? And I'm sorry.
2) I also really like (love/lust/marry me) fruit. I want to inhale it. Peaches and cherries and grapes and melons and grapefruits and nectarines. Like, I'll choose these things over chocolate or cake. What the who am I?
3) Then there’s water! I hate the stuff! OR SO I THOUGHT. Now I can’t get enough. I pass up juice and soda and tea and all other delights to guzzle icy, plain, watery water.
4) And there was something else that’s new about me I wanted to talk about. But I guess it slipped my mind.
It’s a big one, too! Hmm...wait! No, no…it’s…gone.
Hopefully I’ll remember soon?
2) I also really like (love/lust/marry me) fruit. I want to inhale it. Peaches and cherries and grapes and melons and grapefruits and nectarines. Like, I'll choose these things over chocolate or cake. What the who am I?
3) Then there’s water! I hate the stuff! OR SO I THOUGHT. Now I can’t get enough. I pass up juice and soda and tea and all other delights to guzzle icy, plain, watery water.
4) And there was something else that’s new about me I wanted to talk about. But I guess it slipped my mind.
It’s a big one, too! Hmm...wait! No, no…it’s…gone.
Hopefully I’ll remember soon?
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
I just discovered
The vending machine at work. And oh my Jeebus. It doesn't just have chips and gum and Pop Tarts and sodas. It...it has... ICE CREAM. Specifically STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE BARS. One small flight of stairs away lives a treasure trove of artificially flavored goodness.
I ate (inhaled) one today while I typed with one finger and couldn't stop grinning like a fool. It took all the strength I had not to buy a second. In the end, the stairs won.
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Christie, this is for you
Because I know I'd have DONE LOST MY MIND by now if I were stuck inside with three kids while Noah's Ark happened outside, I'm going to do a quick post for you. (And my other friends. Hi! I'm not dead!)
So last Saturday night, Clay, out of the blue, says: Let's go to the Moss Beach tidepools tomorrow!"
I had no idea what these were, but anytime he wants to do an activity involving THE OUTSIDE I consider it a miracle, and so I said yes without hesitation.
Turns out they're the cutest things ever. Seals sleeping all over the rocks, warm water, pink and purple flowers, orange starfish, fresh air, wet feet, yes!
A few pics before I run to work.
I don't know how this outfit happened. I called it my religious cult uniform. People stared.
Humming to a snail to make it pop out and say hi. It works!
Sorry, crabby. But you prolly were pretty tasty.
Stud muffin.
I don't remember what this was, but it must have been awesome.
Starfish! I don't think he was supposed to pick that up. But I had to let him, you see. He does NOT like getting his hands dirty/wet/salty, so it had to be remembered.
I want.
So last Saturday night, Clay, out of the blue, says: Let's go to the Moss Beach tidepools tomorrow!"
I had no idea what these were, but anytime he wants to do an activity involving THE OUTSIDE I consider it a miracle, and so I said yes without hesitation.
Turns out they're the cutest things ever. Seals sleeping all over the rocks, warm water, pink and purple flowers, orange starfish, fresh air, wet feet, yes!
A few pics before I run to work.
I don't know how this outfit happened. I called it my religious cult uniform. People stared.
Humming to a snail to make it pop out and say hi. It works!
Sorry, crabby. But you prolly were pretty tasty.
Stud muffin.
I don't remember what this was, but it must have been awesome.
Starfish! I don't think he was supposed to pick that up. But I had to let him, you see. He does NOT like getting his hands dirty/wet/salty, so it had to be remembered.
I want.
Where do I sign the lease?
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Oh right, I haz blog!
Not only am I behind in blogging, I am behind in email correspondence - usually a strength of mine. (I no use phone-y.) Apologies to those awaiting my words; I plan to catch up soon.
My new (not-so-new anymore) job is all words all the time and I think I'm a tad bit flooded. Or maybe it's not really the words, because i can still readreadread, but rather my computer screen. I've seen too much of its fancy face* these days.
But good news? I ordered some 30 dolla Levis online and they fit perf. And I found a really old school diner down the street from work that makes the most scrumptious grilled cheeses. White bread, American cheese, tomatoes, lots of butter on the bread, super melty, $3.00. Ooo! And I also found a park near the diner, full of grass and trees and benches and quiet nothingness. I usually sit on a weird concrete structure next to cleaning people on break, so I think I'll lunch there instead.
And....Jessica Fletcher calls.
*Anyone get that?
My new (not-so-new anymore) job is all words all the time and I think I'm a tad bit flooded. Or maybe it's not really the words, because i can still readreadread, but rather my computer screen. I've seen too much of its fancy face* these days.
But good news? I ordered some 30 dolla Levis online and they fit perf. And I found a really old school diner down the street from work that makes the most scrumptious grilled cheeses. White bread, American cheese, tomatoes, lots of butter on the bread, super melty, $3.00. Ooo! And I also found a park near the diner, full of grass and trees and benches and quiet nothingness. I usually sit on a weird concrete structure next to cleaning people on break, so I think I'll lunch there instead.
And....Jessica Fletcher calls.
*Anyone get that?
Friday, June 19, 2009
For cereal
Thank you all for listening to - and commenting on - my strange rant the other night. (And now you all know about my former obsession with the Perfect Ponytail. Hello, OCD! Let's shake hands.)
I'll admit I've been crabbier than usual. For example.
I've been driving to work lately and have to cruise through a really touristy part of the city every morning, Union Square. The road rage I feel toward the inhabitants of that area is...impressive. Chunks of my hair are littering our car's floor. Also? This morning, I went to eat some canned peaches and realized they were sweetened with Splenda. I yelled, "SPLENDA?! MOTHERF#%$ERS!" Of course I ate it anyways.
But! It's the weekend now! And that makes me un-sad. I'm going to buy some non-Costco underwears and read 'Salem's Lot (don't you dare hate on The King) and try to make Clay eat a sandwich with me in the park.
Speaking of Clay and eating.
The other night, I'm sitting on the couch and hear him in the kitchen say quietly, to himself:
"This is going to be great!"
So I look over and see this:
My heart.
I'll admit I've been crabbier than usual. For example.
I've been driving to work lately and have to cruise through a really touristy part of the city every morning, Union Square. The road rage I feel toward the inhabitants of that area is...impressive. Chunks of my hair are littering our car's floor. Also? This morning, I went to eat some canned peaches and realized they were sweetened with Splenda. I yelled, "SPLENDA?! MOTHERF#%$ERS!" Of course I ate it anyways.
But! It's the weekend now! And that makes me un-sad. I'm going to buy some non-Costco underwears and read 'Salem's Lot (don't you dare hate on The King) and try to make Clay eat a sandwich with me in the park.
Speaking of Clay and eating.
The other night, I'm sitting on the couch and hear him in the kitchen say quietly, to himself:
"This is going to be great!"
So I look over and see this:
My heart.
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