LA face with Oakland Booty
Why bother cooking mass amounts of lasagne to prepare for those days after the birth when our local Save-A-Center has two fresh salmon filets stuffed with crab for under $6.00? Why? Yum it was so good last night paired with corn and biscuits. I was beat when I got home and I promised to make dinner tonight if the husband whipped something up. He was a good sport. I know that he had a long day. Apparently my rant about gender roles the other day got to him. I must rant less.
This morning I handed him my jug of water and an apple to put by my purse before we left the house and he headed in the other direction.
"Where are you going?"
"To get a napkin for your apple."
He loves me.
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We got a phone call at 3:45 AM this morning which can usually only mean one of two things and I'm the only preggo that I know. Turns out it meant a third thing: Junk Fax. That's right folks! Now I'm going to have to hook up the computer to a phone line in order to receive the fax so that I can hunt this assholes down and kill them. We've been through this before. The phone company is less than helpful.
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I had a nice chat with my neighbor, Gary, last night. He was drunk again but he's a good guy who has a good job and I know that he looks out for me in my "current state". Besides, he's delivered babies in the Army so he might come in handy. He's excited for us.
We have a nice front porch and I was lamenting yesterday that once the baby is born, I will probably retreat to the backyard for fresh air. We used to have furniture on the porch but we had to remove it - not because it kept getting stolen but because it kept getting sat on by one of the neighbors. He would plop down next to our door, ask for money or a cigarette and fall asleep. We've tried our best to discourage this behavior by not giving him anything. This came to a head one night when we refused him hot sauce and black pepper for his dinner and it promptly ended up splattered on our front door. He's a mean man. I'm not afraid of him physically but he has very little regard for people's property when he gets angry. I'm just waiting for him to cross the line again because I won't think twice about calling the cops... or Gary.
A friend of ours recently pointed out that all of the people that hang around in the street outside of their houses on our block brings down our property value. I quickly pointed out that it's because of these fools that we were able to afford our property in such a great location.
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I tried the Baby Bjorn on last night and felt like I needed an engineering degree. I figured it out eventually and look forward to using it. My sling should arrive tomorrow. The cats will enjoy being test subjects.
Although I am against unnecessary medical interventions, I've been pondering the idea of membrane stripping. I know that my doctor offers it. If I am not even to term yet and thinking about this wackiness, what's going to happen in another week?
I'm probably just jealous of Beth.
This morning I handed him my jug of water and an apple to put by my purse before we left the house and he headed in the other direction.
"Where are you going?"
"To get a napkin for your apple."
He loves me.
We got a phone call at 3:45 AM this morning which can usually only mean one of two things and I'm the only preggo that I know. Turns out it meant a third thing: Junk Fax. That's right folks! Now I'm going to have to hook up the computer to a phone line in order to receive the fax so that I can hunt this assholes down and kill them. We've been through this before. The phone company is less than helpful.
I had a nice chat with my neighbor, Gary, last night. He was drunk again but he's a good guy who has a good job and I know that he looks out for me in my "current state". Besides, he's delivered babies in the Army so he might come in handy. He's excited for us.
We have a nice front porch and I was lamenting yesterday that once the baby is born, I will probably retreat to the backyard for fresh air. We used to have furniture on the porch but we had to remove it - not because it kept getting stolen but because it kept getting sat on by one of the neighbors. He would plop down next to our door, ask for money or a cigarette and fall asleep. We've tried our best to discourage this behavior by not giving him anything. This came to a head one night when we refused him hot sauce and black pepper for his dinner and it promptly ended up splattered on our front door. He's a mean man. I'm not afraid of him physically but he has very little regard for people's property when he gets angry. I'm just waiting for him to cross the line again because I won't think twice about calling the cops... or Gary.
A friend of ours recently pointed out that all of the people that hang around in the street outside of their houses on our block brings down our property value. I quickly pointed out that it's because of these fools that we were able to afford our property in such a great location.
I tried the Baby Bjorn on last night and felt like I needed an engineering degree. I figured it out eventually and look forward to using it. My sling should arrive tomorrow. The cats will enjoy being test subjects.
Although I am against unnecessary medical interventions, I've been pondering the idea of membrane stripping. I know that my doctor offers it. If I am not even to term yet and thinking about this wackiness, what's going to happen in another week?
I'm probably just jealous of Beth.
1 Comments:
I'm jealous too. I want my baby already! Membrane stripping sounds kind of scary. But then I'm a big chicken.
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