...but my clumsiness has reached an all-time high with me dropping my laptop last night. It's at Ken's Apple and Appliance Store and will hopefully be restored in no time. Reason #456 why I'm glad I married him...He's an IT genius.
...Do you guys read Dooce? She's a wise woman. And I'm so happy she's pregnant the same time as me. Because when I read this today, I did all but rise from my office chair and scream, "Amen! Hallelujah!" while running up the hall.
For fear of my coworkers having me permanently detained, I refrained.
Here's what she said: "...no need to give me a warning that begins with the detestable phrase, 'Just wait...' I can guarantee that every time you use that phrase in conversation with a pregnant woman you are earning cosmic points that when added up one day will result in a piano falling on your head."
I know people are just trying to be helpful. And I know this is my first pregnancy. But I'm aware of what will happen to my boobs, my behind, and everything in between. (And I know what you're saying right now, "Just wait...")
...Finally got my act together to pick the winners from the drawing. Thank you all for your sweet comments. Every time I do this I feel bad for not sending something to everyone (it's the pleaser in me). Alas, I did not win the mega millions last weekend so this isn't possible. Next time, perhaps.
Drumroll (there were some repeat names, so I'm posting times too):
Posted by: Leslie | 05 January 2009 at 09:40 AM
Posted by: Sarah | 05 January 2009 at 10:12 AM
Posted by: Christina | 05 January 2009 at 11:57 AM
Posted by: Gioconda | 06 January 2009 at 10:57 AM
Posted by: diane reeves | 06 January 2009 at 03:31 PM
Posted by: Candy | 07 January 2009 at 11:55 PM
Please shoot me an e-mail with your mailing address and last name and I promise to get these out before 2010.
...I didn't really believe in "pregnancy brain" before.
But last night, for the life of me, I could not remember what "sandpaper" was called. I was shaking the sheet of paper at my mom and saying, "What's this called?!"
I'm not sure what it is. Perhaps it's the mind-blowing fact that I wish someone would invent a playpen/swing/highchair/playmat/walker. Or the question in my mind about what exactly a $375 breast pump will do for you (sorry, dad).
One last thing. I had two examples of how stupid I've become. The sandpaper and...And I can't remember what the other was.
...I am down at the beach and Ken and Charmer are holding down the fort in B-more (why yes, it's beautiful 20 degree beach weather). Ken sent me this picture tonight. Glad to see that he and Charmer are having a romantic evening by the fire. She was a little bored, apparently.
PS - Winners from last week's drawing coming tomorrow! :)
...my mom brought down a bunch of "memorabilia" this week. (Including my first bra. Not sure exactly what it held up).
So included in there was my planner. Why yes, what 13 year-old doesn't need a planner? And not just that, a color-coordinated planner that included check boxes for me to check off all my daily activities (skating practice, mainly, and my outfits). After reading a few weeks I was really surprised there wasn't an entry each day for "4:00-4:03 - Bathroom Break" with a check box after it.