09.22.04

Ways in which my life seems like a Three Stooges episode:

#1--Sitting at my desk, minding my own business when a passing coworker looks in and says, “Oh, hey, there’s a spider on your desk.” So I look and there is this HUGE BLACK HAIRY spider RUNNING towards me at break-neck speed. What do I do?

I jump back in my chair, lift my legs off the ground and literally shriek “EEEK!” at the top of my lungs.

The spider? Immediately stops, turns, and runs the other way.

The coworker? “I didn’t’ even know people did that outside of cartoons.”

#2--At the mall yesterday, I stop by Chick-fil-A (yum) to get some nuggets and a lemonade. When handed the lemonade, while waiting for my chicken, I go to take a sip from the straw, tipping the supposedly securely-lidded cup towards me, and proceed to spill half the contents down the front of my shirt and onto my foot. Then, while trying to make a somewhat graceful exit after that brilliant maneuver, I turn and start walking across the food court only to slip (probably in the lemonade) and almost end up doing the splits in front of a table full of teenage mallrats. Fun times.

I seriously need a camera crew following me around at all times. Mark Burnett?

Speaking of TV, I have a taped copy of The Amazing Race finale sitting at home. I have strategically avoided news reports and websites that might ruin it for me. All I can say is I’ll be happy if anyone wins besides Colin and Christie.

Also, I’m looking forward to watching (er, taping--who am I kidding?) the premiere of Lost tonight. Because I need another reason to be nervous of flying.

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So as mentioned, I finally broke down and went shopping the other day. Seriously, I don’t fit into a single pair of my pants at home. And I am actually getting sick of wearing skirts everyday. So I took a gift certificate so generously donated by my stepmom and headed to the mall. I did find some really cute jeans with that stretchy-waist thing (that is oh-so-hot) that were really cute. They don’t even look maternity. Then I picked up a couple of pairs of slacks for work. Ah, I can breathe! How exciting!

I also finally told my boss at work. She was so cool about it. And they have a really great maternity leave program here. Mostly, though, I just wanted the word to be out so that people knew I wasn’t simply getting fat. Ha. I’m getting fat with a purpose here, people!

I still need to get some in-between shirts to wear with the new pants. I definitely don’t fit in maternity tops yet, but regular tops in large sizes, while fitting my waistline, just drown me everywhere else. Somebody really needs to come up with an in-between clothing line for women who need bigger stuff, but not full-on maternity wear yet. I would be all over that.

Other than that, I am feeling okay. Still not as good as I would like to be feeling. In fact, the last few days I’ve felt like I was regressing back to weeks 7 and 8. I just haven’t felt well at all. The desire to hurl is a constant companion and I am so sick of it. Bleh.

But emotionally, I’m feeling really good. I’m feeling safe enough to relax and enjoy the changes that are happening with my body. The other day I was with a girlfriend whose baby is about 2 months and, awww, babies are so sweet. And, hey! I’m going to have me one of those! Crazy.

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