01.31.05

YAY! Manic-depression can be fun!

So I’m in a better mood this week. I’m helping to plan my baby shower and since my friend who is planning it is inviting pretty much every woman in our church congregation, I am hoping to make a HAUL. Ahem. Not like it’s all about the gifts or anything.

But also, I am very excited because my mom and sister are flying in for the event. And because my mom is slightly crazy, it should be FUN! (Who says there can’t be strippers at a baby shower! And baby-bottles filled with mimosas! Woohoo! Or…maybe just a rousing turn of “pin the diaper on the baby.”)

I added 250mg RAM to my home computer this weekend all by myself (while my tech-challenged husband looked on in wonder), which made me feel like a badass. AND, because I am a sell-out, I created a blog to record all of my baby-centric entries so as to spare those of you who really don’t need to see another drooling picture of the CUTEST BABY IN THE WORLD…NO, UNIVERSE! Will I have enough to talk about here outside of Babyworld? Remains to be seen. It’s a little experiment. I’m having fun with it. Link soon to come.

I’m at that point where people are all, “Wow! You’re so BIG! It’s like you grew OVERNIGHT! Whoops, let me get out of the way of your BIG ENORMOUSLY HUGE BODY!” Hahaha. You guys. Too funny. No, really.

Because I can’t wait to see how much of a reaction I can get NEXT WEEK, I made a batch of chocolate-butterscotch chip cookies (i.e. Like an Orgasm for Your Mouth Cookies). And, yes, I ate raw cookie dough. Yeah, yeah, I am fully aware of the whole “salmonella poisoning” thing, but I figure, hey, life is rough. The kid’s gotta learn sometime, so why not start in-utero.

Complaint of the week: my hips really, really ache at night. The realization that this is because my BONES are SHIFTING to prepare for the passing of a seven or (God forbid) eight-pound baby through my VAGINA, is kind of freaking me out.

Speaking of complaining, J is lucky that he survived the joy that is his pregnant wife this weekend when I got up too fast and my hip popped slightly out of joint, causing me to cry out with a perhaps-over-exaggerated-but-who’s-to-say “OW!” When he didn’t even look up from his Fantasy Basketball stats, I was like, “Hey! My WATER could have just broken! I could be going into LABOR here! HELLO!” His response? “I guess I just hear that so often now I kind of tune it out.”

Oh, HELL no.

It was like I was living in one of those commercials where the woman asks if a dress makes her look fat and the guy says “You bet!” without even looking up. Didn’t he have ANY idea what he was getting himself into?

Insert standard “Do you have ANY IDEA what it’s like to be 8 months pregnant!? In case you haven't noticed, this bowling ball that I’m carrying in my abdomen is YOUR CHILD! EXCUSE ME if all I’m looking for is a little SYMPATHY here!” rant with some good old-fashioned “silent treatment” thrown in for good measure.

Moving on.

(Manic-depression also involves a lot of ALL CAPS usage, apparently. And also snark.)

We watched two movies this weekend: Wimbledon and Hero. We wanted Friday Night Lights, but it was GONE by the time we got to the freaking store. Gah. I SO need Netflix. I won’t name the store, but let’s just say it begins with a “Block” and ends in a “buster.” Yeah, nice try with the “no more late fees” thing. Until you read the FINE PRINT.

ANYWAY, Wimbledon was good enough that I only had to break out with the Kirsten Dunst-hate two or three times. (For the LOVE, girl, aren’t they paying you enough to STAND UP STRAIGHT!! I’m reaching for the calcium supplements just WATCHING you! HATE!) And I completely understand the mystery that was the Jen-Connolly-attraction after seeing Paul Bettany in this movie. He was HOT.

Hero was spectacular eye-candy. So pretty. But strange, not surprisingly. I, of course, bawled like a baby at the end, while J just sat there repeating, “I don’t get it. That’s really the END? What was that chick’s PROBLEM?” We are such a cute couple.

So that’s about it.

Only SIX more Mondays to go. Sweet.

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