Dr. HappyKnife

Ok, I complain some about pregancy symptoms because isn't that what we're supposed to do? I know the pains will only worsen over the next two months and soon I might decided to take the elevator at work because I can't catch my breath. Over all, I don't have it that bad but this carpal tunnel business has got to go! The numbness and pain in my hands is worse than when I briefly worked as a prep cook. I was able to quit that job but I can't quit pregnancy for at least another two months.

I didn't do anything exciting over the weekend. I washed about three weeks of neglected laundry and cleaned the house which was all very rewarding. I also watched Babies: Special Delivery and pretended that I knew more than the doctors. For example, I like to yell out to the TV: "Failure to progress, my ass!" and "Could you sell that cesarean any harder, Dr. HappyKnife?!!" I of course DO NOT have medical school and a residency under my belt but it makes me feel good anyway.

The Husband went to a fabulous crawfish boil on Saturday that I didn't think I would have the patience for. I believe that I chose wisely.

This whole belly thing is strange. On one hand, I'm very proud to be showing and that I look pregnant. On the other hand, when there is drinking, smoking and general merriment happening, I feel like "Captain No Fun: Reminding You of Adulthood and Responsibility".

This pregnancy paradox is similar to the "I can get it MYSELF! I'm not an INVALID!" and the "You don't really expect me to carry that 30 lb. tub of kitty litter, do you?" equation.

The Husband got a promotion on Friday. I'm very proud of him. He's now the boss of two people and gets to handle bigger, badder crimes.