Thursday, July 5, 2007
Tid Bits
1. I completely cracked myself up this morning sitting down to breakfast with Huz before leaving for work. He pulled out the baby name book (which has a bagajillion names in it, most of which are unusable because I don't think Shaneekwa - or it's bagajillion variations - would quite fit our child) and started naming off random weird names (I think Umbala was one). I told him to look up Swedish names because my Mom's side is Swedish, then suggested we name her Bgnerk (just start the name with a B and then snort - that's pretty much how I pronounced it). Then I said, "Hey Bgnerk! Come get your dinner" and started laughing so hard that Cletus got quite the early morning ride in there. Oh, I crack myself up sometimes.2. I read that this week my uterus is the size of a basketball. Good Lord!
3. I'm dangerously close to getting an outie. If I pull my belly up an inch, it totally sticks out. Um, gross!?
4. The Sounds suck big time, but thankfully there was an entertaining golden retriever who wooed the crowd with his stellar Frisbee catching skills. Oh, and the fireworks after the game were pretty amazing. I seriously thought they were going to land in my eyeballs* they were so close.
*Speaking of which, I came home the other night from a follow-up ophthalmologist appointment with only one eye dilated. I looked pretty freakish, apparently, because all that evening (through dinner and then hanging out in the living room) Huz refused to make eye contact with me. I took a picture of myself for your viewing enjoyment and will post it soon. I seem to like taking ugly eye pictures of myself for your viewing enjoyment, don't I?
5. Still no word on that job offer. Man does my company take their sweet ass time! Meanwhile, I'm pining away counting the hours until I go home everyday. But, hey, at least I have time to blog, right?
6. I'm really full right now. For breakfast I ate some of my homemade granola with strawberries and two sticky almond muffins I made yesterday while Huz dug a kid-sized swimming pool hole in the front yard. I'm not quite sure why we donned the stereotypical gender roles like that (he sweating and digging in the yard while I baked and did the dishes....wait for it....barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen), but we did. |
