Comfortability

Ahhhh, maternity clothes are so wonderfully comfortable. I may never go back to my other clothes again. It's like being in pajamas all day long. But you can go outside in them, and to work, and church. Why do women ever wear anything else? Maybe because they would look like they were drowning in a tent of excess fabric. But that is what a belt is for, right?

Funny Shirt

I love witty t-shirts. I saw one that made me chuckle the other day. The front had the word PETA as an acrostic which stood for People Eating Tasty Animals. The back said, "I love cats! They taste great."

Cravings Satisfied

Yesterday was a grrrreat day. For dinner I satisfied all of my cravings. Mike and I split a smoothie (strawberry and peanut butter), a tuna wrap, and a Krispie Kreme raspberry filled donut. We also each consumed a free, fresh out of the oven, glazed donut. I asked the donut man what happened to them that he was just giving them out, but I didn't really care to know. I just inhaled it, liked my fingers, and thought, life is good.

Controversial Subjects

Conversations that turn to politics and/or religion often make me uncomfortable and I tend to avoid them like the plague. Am I a wimp?

Funny that I was on the debate team in middle school and planned on becoming a defense lawyer most of my life.

I just don't like confrontation. I wish that I was stronger in this regard. I think that much of it stems from my desire to be liked and to please people. Keeping quiet seems so much more comfortable than rocking a boat. Really, I should just hold my nose, forget about getting wet, and jump right in. A little water never hurt anyone, right (well, except the Wicked Witch of the West, but that is another story).

Oh yeah, vote for Bush and trust Jesus.

A Rose by Any Other Name

Would it still smell as sweet? I beg to differ, Romeo. What is in a name? A lot.

According to my book, The Very Best Baby Name Book (in the whole wide world), bad name choices from the parent can really mess a kid up. Names can lead to more poking fun by classmates, unfair preferential treatment from teachers; can even scar a kid for life. So now I have more to stress about in this pregnancy besides gaining too much weight, not taking proper precautions and hurting the baby in my womb, etc. Now I have to make the lifetime effecting choice of picking the perfect name for my child. I suppose that I should rule Bertha and Cletis out.

My book gives me 30,001 names and their meanings to choose from. I even found one that meant spawn of the devil—could you imagine that?

I only hope that I can pick some fragrant options. Who wants a stinky kid?!

Section 3

This weekend, I got to be in the popular crowd. We sat in the "cool" bleachers at the air races--Section 3. Who would think that an air race would have a cool place to sit, but this one did. My cousin, a veteran of the race crowd, introduced us to Section 3. He had learned his first year in attendance where you needed to sit. In fact, he and his fiancee were wearing special, construction orange, Section 3 shirts that many in our area seemed to wearing. We were surrounded by airhorns and bull horns and sat amidst a festive sea of orange. There was one guy on the bull horn who kept making funny comments as people walked by. Like, "Lady, did you lose something?" while holding up an enormous pair of Section 3 labeled granny panties. The pilots also paid special attention to our area, occassionally stopping after their show or race to wave an orange flag at us or salute us. It was quite an experience. Almost like being at a crazy Florida State football game again. If only I had purchased a orange sweatshirt to prove that I too was cool, at least for the day.

Hot or Cold

I don't know which I prefer feeling. I used to think that I would much rather be cold than hot (as you can always put more on). This past Saturday, though, I think that I may have changed my mind.

We went to the Reno air races for the day, sort of like the Nascar of plane racing. I dressed in capris, a t-shirt, a little hooded sweatshirt (just in case) and some sneakers. Needless to say, it was bitter cold. Reno is much higher altitude than Sacramento and a freak cold front came through over the weekend. The biting wind was blowing on me all day long and there wasn't much that I could do about it. I ended up feeling sick most of the day and headachy and awful on Sunday, too.

I think that I prefer being dressed for the occasion whether it is hot or cold. When you are away from your wardrobe, you are stuck in what you've got. Had I been in a thick sweatshirt, jeans and a jacket, I would have been just fine. I've learned I need to check the weather channel before going out for the day next time.

Boxed In

I am surrounded by various sized cardboard boxes. My house is drowning in them. The movers brought our stuff on Saturday and we have barely made a dent in the unpacking. When we are finished emptying the contents of a box,we put the empty carton in the garage. You can't tell what is empty or full in there. It's overwhelming. And I don't know where my silverware is. How's a girl to eat now?

Does This Outfit Make Me Look FAT?

So this lady came up to me at Target and said, "You're expecting, right?" I am only 15 weeks along and apparentally showing enough for random strangers to ask if I am having a boy or a girl. She offered to throw me a Tupperware baby shower, you know for all of my friends in California-HA! It could be worse. At least she didn't ask me if I wanted to join Jenny Craig.

I'm not sure how I feel about looking pregnant. As a woman, I struggle with the desire to want to to always appear thin. A few weeks ago, I started looking plump (not pregnant per se, just bigger). I guess it is better that I appear like a soon to be mommy rather than I just swallowed a whole turkey, though.

Last weekend, a different unknown person rubbed my expanding pooch. Oi, people these days.

Things Taken for Granted

I am a pregnant woman who is often ravenously hungry. Today is day 3 without a refridgerator. And this makes me angry. Having to eat every meal out and drink only tepid water all day long gets old and expensive awfully quick. Too, we are in a new house and I am home all day awaiting various deliveries and installations. This keeps me from eating at regular intervals...again, it's angering.

So, I sit here now awaiting the delivery of my precious new fridge. I am so looking forward to stocking it with fresh fruits and veggies, cold beverages and ICE CREAM!!

It was supposed to come between 10:45 and 12:45. It is not 1:45 and still nothing. Oh wait, there is a knock at the door. Gotta run, my tummy calls.

Rolling Blackouts?!

I'd heard of these annoying power outages effecting the state of California, but didn't think that they were still a problem now that Arnold is the governor.

This morning as I stood dripping after exiting the shower, the power went out. Uh oh, I guess that the hair will have to drip dry today. I ran downstairs in my bath towl to investigate, only to see an official looking truck outside. The cable guy? I was expecting him to hook us up with a cable modem today between 8am and noon. I charged back upstairs, threw on some clothes and checked out front again. The truck was gone.

Then it dawned on me. The previous owners must have turned their power off today (even though I had already turned ours on). Great, I knew that I shouldn't have gotten out of bed today. I worried that the scortching Sacramento heat would soon bake me alive. Luckily, after a frantic phone call to the electric company we were powered up an hour later. I didn't get cooked today...maybe tomorrow.