I am sitting here pouting and eating all the peanut M&Ms, because Doug just left to go to Target, and I’ve been given the next 40 minutes to “do my blog and get ready to leave.” (We’re going up to his mom’s house tonight, to have dinner for his sister’s birthday, which was like three weeks ago.)
It’s a beautiful day out, and I love Target. I wanted to go too, even if he is just making a quick stop to exchange a pair of sunglasses and look at vacuum cleaners. But if I don’t write now, I’ll have to do it after we get back, which probably won’t be much before 10. And since I’m already tired, I know I won’t want to attempt to string together coherent sentences eight hours from now. Sometimes, I really hate this project.
Some things on my mind today, since I don’t have an idea for one cohesive post:
- I haven’t seen my pregnant friend since she told me she was pregnant. She and her husband used to come into my work on weekend mornings pretty regularly, so this morning, I kept looking up from my register, hoping I’d see them waiting in my line. No luck. Realistically, I think if I did see her, I would hug her and just start to cry. But I feel like they would be emotional, I-love-you tears, rather than sad, you’re-pregnant-and-I’m-not tears. And I really do want to see her.
- Last night, as we were climbing into bed, I casually asked Doug if he wanted to have sex. He reminded me that we can’t have sex while I have a UTI, and that last time this happened to me (three years ago), we had to wait a week. I had no recollection of that – maybe a day, I thought, until it stopped hurting – so I made him get up and google it. Sure enough, he came back and told me sadly that most sites recommend waiting “until you’ve finished the full course of antibiotics.” In other words, a week. This makes me want to curse and hit things; I should be the only one allowed to decide when we don’t have sex around here.
- This month, I’m participating in a thing called “International Comment Leaving Week” for the first time. The idea is that you leave a bunch of comments on other people’s blogs, and also get a bunch of comments left on your blog. End result: new blogs to read, new people to read your blog. I’m finding it kind of stressful. There are literally hundreds of people participating, so I’m looking through all these blogs I know nothing about, trying to leave meaningful and/or witty comments, and it gets to the point where I can’t even remember who said what or where I’ve been. Maybe I’m doing it wrong.
- I’ve been seeing a lot of pregnant women wearing horizontal stripes lately. Can someone please tell me why the maternity clothing companies think this is a good idea?
I’d better stop there, before I go into my whole list of rants on things pregnant women do specifically to annoy me. Also because my 40 minutes is up, and I am definitely still in my work clothes. (Doug’s sister really likes Twilight, so I guess we’re supposed to dress vaguely goth… Which is going to prove difficult, since I left all my goth clothes in my parents’ garage and/or the year 2000. I tried to get my brothers to come dressed as Edward and Jacob – you know, as entertainment – but couldn’t get either to agree.)