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Why I am unique, and how my environment affects this.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Ay caramba!

I was just told by a co-worker that I am large with child. Every time my boss sees me I get something along the lines of "Geez, you're huge." I go out of my way NOT to see myself sideways in the mirror. I can no longer get a decent night of sleep. My back is killing me. I have to pee every other minute. Have I mentioned that this one is riding low? But that she still manages to kick/punch my ribs? I can't believe I have another 2 months of this, give me strength. OK, here is a funny story. When I was first pregnant, you know that stage where no-one wants to ask when you are due because it isn't obvious if you are getting fat or are pregnant. Anyway, so I was saying that I wasn't wearing maternity this time, no way.. Too ugly and I can't afford to blow hundreds of dollars on ones that look decent, thank you very much. Um, yeah. Whatever. I have embraced the ill-fitting maternity garments after months of squeezing my body into too-small non-maternity wear. I still have some stretchy waist skirts that work,and some low-rise jeans, but I have fully embraced the demi-panel and the maternity shirt. Jason said he was sick of me flashing my belly to everyone by wearing all my normal shirts, and it was getting a bit old. The whole, looking like a pregnant Britney Spears, look. So I wear my demi-panel pants ( I do draw the line at that full panel, yuck), and I have gotten some nice long shirts (that still manage to show my belly when worn with my low rise jeans). But on another note, I just know this baby is going to be HUGE. She is riding low, like I said, but still kicking my ribs. It feels like she is just going to drop out of there any minute. No kidding, I have caught myself clamping my legs together. No kidding! How dumb is that? Anyway, I have work to be done. Thanks to all the commenters, I love ya!

Monday, November 07, 2005

Ay Chihuahua!

Hello and hello. I was reading a blg that I used to enjoy reading, but the author just had a baby a month or two ago. That blog has now been ruined by the "Mommy". I hope I don't do that when this one is born. One thing I can't stand is when someone starts in on how cute, smart and unique their child is. Sure, we all think it. I happen to know that Martin is the cutest, sweetest, smartest kid in the world, but I try to stop short of bragging about it. One thing that really gets under my skin, baby photo contests. I always thought these were terrible. People posting pictures of their kids on websites, begging strangers to vote on "who's the cutest", it makes me sick. I refuse to take part in that crap. Anyway. Enjoy complaining about that. I'll tell you about my busy weekend. Saturday was a bit sad. Jason left us to go whoring in France. Where he will drink wine, eat cheese and chocolate crossiants, then come home and tell me how bad it all was. Hopefully he will remember to stop off at the duty free on his way home and get me a bottle of Live by J Lo. I'll have to remind him of this. Anyway, like I was saying, it was a sad day because Daddy left Martin and I, then we had to spend the rest of the day trying to be busy. I think I sat down when I got home, then went upstairs and fed the little one his dinner. Actually the day is a blur. Pretty pathetic when you can't even remember how you spent a day that occurred less than 48 hours ago. I must be getting soft in the head. On Sunday I attended the La Leche League conference. It was actually very nice. Martin was very well behaved. He actually sat still long enough for me to eat my lunch, and even napped in the afternoon. It was nice just getting out of the house. It was a nice day and Martin had a blast running around outside like a little savage and playing with all the fallen leaves. I felt a bit bad watching him, like we never let hi play outside. It was nice though. It got me thinking that we should take Martin out more often, instead of the same old boring weekend stuff we usually end up doing. Something to think about.