Monday, December 19, 2005
Dirty Dancing
Yesterday I had the house to myself and it was snowy outside. I stayed in and watched movies all day. First was Melinda and Melinda. It was enjoyable. Next, Breakfast at Tiffany's. I cried and cried, as always, when Holly Golightly pushes Cat out into the rain. Then I watched Chocolate because it always makes me feel good.
By this point I was about movied out. I was almost, so close, to being done with a gift I was knitting for a family member. I needed a movie that I knew inside out and backwards so I could pay attention to my knitting and finish the project. My favorite, Dirty Dancing, was the obvious choice. (The only other movie I know as well is Goonies and I don't have that on DVD.) Oops. There is about a half inch of mangled rows because I was paying attention to Patrick Swayze. Dammit! Something good came of it, though, besides the thrill of the movie itself. I was recently challenged on the best line of the movie (and the name of this blog). Someone, I'm not sure I remember who, said the line was, "Nobody puts Baby in the corner." As usual, I watched the end twice and it is most definitely, "Nobody puts Baby in a corner." Ha!
Happy Holidays. Work stinks. I can't button my jeans but maternity jeans fall down my ass. Bah humbug!
Yesterday I had the house to myself and it was snowy outside. I stayed in and watched movies all day. First was Melinda and Melinda. It was enjoyable. Next, Breakfast at Tiffany's. I cried and cried, as always, when Holly Golightly pushes Cat out into the rain. Then I watched Chocolate because it always makes me feel good.
By this point I was about movied out. I was almost, so close, to being done with a gift I was knitting for a family member. I needed a movie that I knew inside out and backwards so I could pay attention to my knitting and finish the project. My favorite, Dirty Dancing, was the obvious choice. (The only other movie I know as well is Goonies and I don't have that on DVD.) Oops. There is about a half inch of mangled rows because I was paying attention to Patrick Swayze. Dammit! Something good came of it, though, besides the thrill of the movie itself. I was recently challenged on the best line of the movie (and the name of this blog). Someone, I'm not sure I remember who, said the line was, "Nobody puts Baby in the corner." As usual, I watched the end twice and it is most definitely, "Nobody puts Baby in a corner." Ha!
Happy Holidays. Work stinks. I can't button my jeans but maternity jeans fall down my ass. Bah humbug!
Thursday, December 01, 2005
In the Family Way
A friend of mine just told me that she kept checking my blog to see if I had announced my pregnancy. My blog! I had completely, totally, utterly forgotten about it! I'm nine weeks pregnant. My mind has been completely occupied with baby fog. Here's how it happened:
I had not even missed my period yet. It was due on Wednesday. I had become suspicious over the weekend that I was pregnant. I hadn't said anything to anyone. I was really sluggish. The real give away was my boobs. As I leaned against the car door reaching for the ATM, bolts of pain ran through my body where my chest was pressed against the door. That's just not normal for me, even with PMS. On Monday I felt queasy all day and couldn't focus on anything. I casually mentioned to Kevin that afternoon that I had several signs of pregnancy. As I expected, he rolled his eyes and told me I was being stupid. After all, this was our first month of trying!
I didn't mention it again until we were sitting down to dinner. He listened more closely this time, but still thought I was grasping at straws. Finally, while he was clearing the table and I was loading the dishwasher, I told him that I would sleep better if we went and got a pregnancy test. He thought it was a waste of time and money but said that was fine if it would put my mind at ease. By the time we got home he was really anxious for me to take the test. There was a problem, though. I didn't have to go to the bathroom. At all. Not the merest tickle. We snuggled down to watch TV and I drank a big glass of water. We were watching Two and a Half Men. Finally I told him I was going to take the test but I don't think he even heard me. You know how men get when they're watching TV.
One pink line means not pregnant. Two pink lines mean pregnant. No sooner had the first drop of pee hit the stick and two pink lines instantly appeared. It's supposed to take three minutes. I decided that it was just thinking and I ran out of the bathroom. I didn't say anything to Kevin about the two pink lines. But when I went back to check, sure enough, two bright pink lines. I re-checked the instructions. Two pink lines mean pregnant. I walked slowly back out to Kevin. I was smiling a little and saying, "It's positive. I told you I was pregnant!"
Kevin looked blank as I plopped down onto the chair with him. "I'm pregnant," I repeated. I saw it all click into place for him. He reached for the test saying, "No shit!" That's what he said at this monumental moment in our life! "No shit!"
No shit is right. I'm pregnant. We're very excited and heard the heart beat on Tuesday. Yes, you usually can't hear it until 12 weeks. We think it is because our little one is already exhibiting signs of being exceptional. Really, though, it's because I'm such a skinny-minnie.
I'm back. I'll try not to forget again! And I'll try not to write exclusively about being pregnant, though that's all I really think about these days. I'm going to get fat!
A friend of mine just told me that she kept checking my blog to see if I had announced my pregnancy. My blog! I had completely, totally, utterly forgotten about it! I'm nine weeks pregnant. My mind has been completely occupied with baby fog. Here's how it happened:
I had not even missed my period yet. It was due on Wednesday. I had become suspicious over the weekend that I was pregnant. I hadn't said anything to anyone. I was really sluggish. The real give away was my boobs. As I leaned against the car door reaching for the ATM, bolts of pain ran through my body where my chest was pressed against the door. That's just not normal for me, even with PMS. On Monday I felt queasy all day and couldn't focus on anything. I casually mentioned to Kevin that afternoon that I had several signs of pregnancy. As I expected, he rolled his eyes and told me I was being stupid. After all, this was our first month of trying!
I didn't mention it again until we were sitting down to dinner. He listened more closely this time, but still thought I was grasping at straws. Finally, while he was clearing the table and I was loading the dishwasher, I told him that I would sleep better if we went and got a pregnancy test. He thought it was a waste of time and money but said that was fine if it would put my mind at ease. By the time we got home he was really anxious for me to take the test. There was a problem, though. I didn't have to go to the bathroom. At all. Not the merest tickle. We snuggled down to watch TV and I drank a big glass of water. We were watching Two and a Half Men. Finally I told him I was going to take the test but I don't think he even heard me. You know how men get when they're watching TV.
One pink line means not pregnant. Two pink lines mean pregnant. No sooner had the first drop of pee hit the stick and two pink lines instantly appeared. It's supposed to take three minutes. I decided that it was just thinking and I ran out of the bathroom. I didn't say anything to Kevin about the two pink lines. But when I went back to check, sure enough, two bright pink lines. I re-checked the instructions. Two pink lines mean pregnant. I walked slowly back out to Kevin. I was smiling a little and saying, "It's positive. I told you I was pregnant!"
Kevin looked blank as I plopped down onto the chair with him. "I'm pregnant," I repeated. I saw it all click into place for him. He reached for the test saying, "No shit!" That's what he said at this monumental moment in our life! "No shit!"
No shit is right. I'm pregnant. We're very excited and heard the heart beat on Tuesday. Yes, you usually can't hear it until 12 weeks. We think it is because our little one is already exhibiting signs of being exceptional. Really, though, it's because I'm such a skinny-minnie.
I'm back. I'll try not to forget again! And I'll try not to write exclusively about being pregnant, though that's all I really think about these days. I'm going to get fat!
