I've heard that morning sickness/nausea is a good sign of a healthy pregnancy.
At least that's what I told my friends who were suffering through pregnancy nausea. Yeah. Now that I've dealt with it, (and fingers crossed -god please fingers crossed! DONE with it) I'm pretty that's just something people say to make you "feel better."
Ugh.
Random thoughts and life doings of a spaz who is being forced to be a grownup against her will.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Bad Dog
Dr soc told me he was going for a jog this morning before my doctor's appointment while I was still in bed sleeping in a little bit (omg with the pregnancy tired). Shortly after that I heard a rustling/crinkling noise coming from downstairs, but my concept of time was so off I just assumed he hadn't left yet and was making a lot of noise in the kitchen for some reason. Turns out, it was not dr soc, it was Jules.
That little dog went into my purse, ignored the peanut butter crackers and ate about a 1/4-1/2 cup of salted almonds. I called the vet and she'll be fine, but damit dog those almonds were my best pregnancy snack! Then Mike noticed a paw print on the couch table, and he said he had thrown a different wrapper in the trash yesterday but he didn't know what it was from. Upon closer inspection of the destroyed bag and crumbs, I realized she had eaten a huge peanut butter cookie. Probably about the same time Mike was mowing the lawn and I wasn't home from work yet.
That little bitch figured out when her free range time. Yeah, we're not leaving her unattended anymore...
That little dog went into my purse, ignored the peanut butter crackers and ate about a 1/4-1/2 cup of salted almonds. I called the vet and she'll be fine, but damit dog those almonds were my best pregnancy snack! Then Mike noticed a paw print on the couch table, and he said he had thrown a different wrapper in the trash yesterday but he didn't know what it was from. Upon closer inspection of the destroyed bag and crumbs, I realized she had eaten a huge peanut butter cookie. Probably about the same time Mike was mowing the lawn and I wasn't home from work yet.
That little bitch figured out when her free range time. Yeah, we're not leaving her unattended anymore...
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Grown Up
There are several signs that point to being a grown up. Some of the ones I have experienced are:
- I am willing to pay for convenience rather than find the cheapest option possible.
- I have nice cookware and know how to use all my kitchen appliances.
- Guests stay in my guest room with a real bed and don't crash on the couch anymore.
- Eleven o'clock is when I want to be home from a night out, not when I start my night out.
- I will leave a place when it is "too loud."
- My grocery list consists of real food and is not entirely made up of cheap wine.
- I prefer to be addressed as ma'am.
- I have no idea who is "singing" on the radio, and I'm not going to bother to find out either.
- I have my 20-something coworkers explain slag terms and current social media to me.
But I think the biggest grown up significance of being a grown up is:
When I tell people I'm going to have a baby around Thanksgiving (yep!) the response is: Congratulations!
When I tell people I'm going to have a baby around Thanksgiving (yep!) the response is: Congratulations!
Labels:
big girl pants,
dorky,
future think,
growing up,
life doings,
pregnancy
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Culture Class
A coworker and I were discussing a sushi restaurant in town. She loves it, but I have issues with it.
me: that place is too loud. You have to yell to have any sort of conversation there.
m: yeah, but at least the sushi is so good and cheap.
me: not enough for me for that noise level.
m: everyone's yelling there, patrons to patrons, staff to staff, it's fun. Don't you love getting yelled at in another language?
me: Yeah, no. Here's where we differ. Because whenever I get yelled at in Chinese that means I'm in trouble.
me: that place is too loud. You have to yell to have any sort of conversation there.
m: yeah, but at least the sushi is so good and cheap.
me: not enough for me for that noise level.
m: everyone's yelling there, patrons to patrons, staff to staff, it's fun. Don't you love getting yelled at in another language?
me: Yeah, no. Here's where we differ. Because whenever I get yelled at in Chinese that means I'm in trouble.
Labels:
conversation,
food,
memory lane,
race card,
yeah no
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