Saturday, January 31, 2009

The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful.

I really, really, really miss drinking. Really alot. Things have been stressful of late at work, and with a bathroom renovation happening at home, and a bunch of stuff, and I would kill for a bottle glass of wine (geez, I'm not a total alkie).

We had an appointment last week and the doctor couldn't find the baby's heartbeat. It sucked for about five minutes, but they did an ultrasound and we got to see our little peanut in there, heart beating away. I guess he or she is just stubborn. Like Daddy. Because God knows I'm totally reasonable at all times.

Let's see...not much else is new. We are tiling our tub surround and our bathroom floor this weekend. In our only bathroom. Which is, by the way, the most important room in the house to a pregnant lady. So....yeah.

The Boy and his brother are doing the actual work. I'm eating a lot of cookies and watching the True Life marathon on MTV. I've watched people addicted to Adderall, people with insomnia, and people who are geniuses. I need to get a life.

Anyway, I just thought I should post something for the three of four readers who have come back recently. I'll try to pay attention this week and find something good to write about, I promise. I just know nobody wants to hear about my indigestion, swollen ankles, and inability to remember ANYTHING. It's like the baby actually ate my brain.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

ABC Sucks!

As if it wasn't bad enough to cancel Pushing Daisies, now they are waffling/refuse to air the last three episodes. I am so disturbed by the fact that they are willing to keep Grey's Anatomy, which jumped the shark like two years ago when Meredith went into the water during the ferry accident (and PUH-LEEZE don't get me started on Private Practice), but will cancel pretty much the most original show on television right now. They really needed that space to air Homeland Security USA and True Beauty apparently. What the world needs now is more vapid reality television produced by Ashton freakin' Kutcher. And, seriously...According to Jim is STILL on the air. REALLY?

Does anyone remember when television shows were actually shows? Like, with a cast and a plot and scripts and stuff? Well, I guess most of the "reality" shows have scripts, to be fair. I am so sick of bachelors, bachelorettes, survivors, idols and all things Howie Mandel.

Anyway, guess I'm just extra whiny today, but ever since Buffy the Vampire Slayer went off the air I've been waiting for another show to come along that would be interesting and unique and sort of whimsical, and I think Pushing Daisies was all of those things and more. Damnit.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

What's not to be excited about?!

So, for the last several days I didn't have any morning sickness. Instead of being happy, I immediately assumed something terrible had happened...because I'm ungrateful like that. So, for punishment, it's back today (now with more barfiness!). BUT WAIT! If you call within the next 20 minutes, I'll throw in headaches, indigestion, heartburn, constipation, emotional disturbances AND insomnia FOR FREE. That's right, for absolutely no additional money, you can have six (SIX!) times the pregnancy symptoms!

I continue to wait for the magical second trimester. I've heard a unicorn walks in on a rainbow and gives you a hundred dollars and tells you it's perfectly fine to drink from here on out. Sweet relief!

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Want me to punch-a-size your face, for free?

The thing about being pregnant is you can pretty much do anything you want, no matter how diabolical, and then blame it on hormones. It would be awesome, except I don't have the energy to take over the world and defeat evil because I'm too busy hovering over the toilet and thinking about how much I need to paint my toenails.

I am in Week 10, and the highlight thus far is how much I have come to love Rice Krispies Treats. I made some on Sunday and the whole pan is nearly gone. The Boy knows better than to get anywhere near them if he wants to live through the night. Other than that, I am eating a lot of toast, grilled cheese, and various other non-meat-based foods. The smell/thought/texture/taste of meat makes me gag. Oh yeah, and bagels. I really want a croissant too, come to think of it. OK, enough about food, it's kind of love/hate for me right now, but I think I'm moving into a happier place as the first trimester comes to an end. I hope.

In non-baby news, there is not much to report. The Boy is watching Anthony Bourdain right now, and I'm blogging because I think Bourdain is a douchebag. I think later we'll watch The Biggest Loser so I can feel less like a fat pregnant bloated cow. On the other hand, every week they'll be getting thinner and I'll just keep growing until I have my own zip code. Damnit.

OK, we're having a major windstorm, so I better go watch out the window in case our tree finally falls on the house of the neighbor I hate. Yessssssssss!