Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Anticipation Killed the Cat (or something)

We head to Ohio tomorrow. I am not going to lie and say that Ohio is my most favorite place ever, because it's not. This is based mostly on the fact that the first time I went it was incredibly -- ridiculously! -- cold. And I do not just mean outside. I don't think I've ever been so cold sleeping before in my entire life. It was not. good.

They say first impressions are everything, and everything involved in that first trip was anti-good impression. I did not sleep on the way out there, and we all know how I get when I dont sleep. I cry, litereally, over split milk. And so you can imagine the things that brought tears to my eyes over that first day. Rather hurt feelings plus general frozeness does not get a place off to a good start in the Book of Amy.

But I must say the last trip -- about two months ago -- was overall kind of delightful. It was very warm (I love being warm!), we saw good friends (I love good friends!) and everything was reeeeally pretty. But those first impressions linger.

And so I'm kind of dreading this upcoming trip. Not because I don't think Ohio will be gorgeous in the fall. And not because I'm not looking forward to spending gobs and bunches of time with my wonderful husband who I've seen barely at all over the last month or so ... but because I know general tension and discomfort await. And I hate that.

(Also, because of all the human growing, flying makes me want to die. I seriously almost barfed multiple times during our last trip, and that's never a good feeling).

Speaking of human growing, things are going well in that department. I'm sporting me a cute little baby bump now, which is good because it justifies the pregnancy pants. I was not feeling so hot last week and decided a doctor's visit was in order. They did an ultrasound to look around on at my insides and we took a peek at the Rudabega while we were in the area. Yup, it's definitely in there. And yup, there's definitely only one of them. Also confirmed is that it is definitely human shaped, although I'm not entirely convinced that it's not a sea monkey instead of a person.

I asked the doctor if while he was rubbing gross goo around on my stomach with that supid wand thing he couldn't please tell me the gender. Sadly, the particular machine he was using was not high tech enough for such a revelation at this stage, and in explaining he made a rather big overshare and a certian large ... male ... phenomenona .. that would have to be present to identify it at that time. I wanted to tell him to please stop talking.

Oh! Maybe when we're in Ohio Luke's mom will make some sort of berry or pumpkin pie. That would totally make me feel better about going.

I at long last uploaded photos from about August through mid October to my computer. Since I am not at my personal computer at this time, I cannot share them with you. However, Facebook can. Go there.

I think I'm going to vote this year. This is kind of a big deal. I didn't vote in 2004 ... or 2006 .... I've in the past taken a position that I shouldn't vote if there is a chance that I will, as a reporter, cover any of the candidates in their respective offices at any time. Perfectably reasonable, I still believe.

That excuse is now gone.

Luke is getting home late tonight from work, which leaves me with the job of packing for him. I've never packed for him before, so we'll see how this goes. One thing is for sure: he won't be taking that stupid demin jacket with him. No siree.

The reason we are going to Ohio is, of course, his sister's wedding. There are a lot of things that I could say about that, but I won't say them. I will instead move on to what I shall wear.

The problem here is that I have one, that's right one!, dress that I can possibly wear in my bulging state. It is red. And Luke wants to wear his dress greens.

I don't plan to pack them for him. First of all, he looks way too sharp in those, and me in my dumb clearence maternity dress will look incredibly stupid next to him. Second point, me in red? With him in green? Way too much like Christmas. No thanks.

Major pet peeve: Christmas stuff before Christmas time.

Some of my coworkers (one of whom is smart and the other... not ...on so many levels) decided that they should take down the lovely sign for delicious creamy blended drinks and instead hang up a sign featuring egg nog (which is gross!) and little pictures of snow men and christmas trees.

It is OCTOBER! It is NOT christmas! It is not even NEAR christmas! What is the problem with you people?!?!?!

(Also, someone ordered said stupid egg nog drink today and I involuintarily made a face. He then said 'maybe I dont want it' and I had to bail myself out of weird situation by saying things like "that was rude, I'm sorry," and "I'm pregnant, involunitary faces at the names of food items come with the territory. Forgive me. I make faces about hamburgers too.")

1 comment:

  1. Eh, I would get irritated at the whole early Christmas thing, except that if it's cold, it might as well be Christmas. Christmas, in my opinion, is the only thing that redeems winter. Once it's over, let's skip right to spring, please. But that's just me.