In terrorist type negotiations, the alien has finally relented on the coffee issue. Seems a fair trade for the multitude of lbs I packed on this week.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Moreover, I had a weigh-in this morning (alias for prenatal doctor's appointments stolen from one of my not-so-secret favorite blogs). Despite my complication (I need to come up with a new word), things are otherwise ok and I got to listen to the alien's heartbeat. It must have been a tempo day because he was holding steady at HR 158. Lucky for him I did a big carb refuel for dinner. After all I did take the stairs up to my office today.
Most of the moving (to the upstairs apartment) is finished. That means I can enjoy a long day at work and then Valentine's dinner at the Jowegawas in peace. At least relatively...Most of our crap is up here but still needs to be sorted out. And in other awesome turn of events, Erin is showing up tomorrow night! In true Pezzulo-Lawrence hosting style, she will be treated to a clusterf&*^ of accommodation with a twist of construction zone to keep it interesting. Anyone in the 801 want to host a sleepover for me and my blonde doppelganger?
Sunday, February 12, 2012
The hubs left for the ski hut trip yesterday upon which some of my closest friends and family will be. Because of my *complication* I can't do any serious exercise or be in situations where I'm not close to a hospital (even though I feel fine). I was pretty devastated about not getting to go on the trip but when I heard there was talk of cancellation, I encouraged the Hubs, Dave and my friends to stick to the plan. Even though I'm acidic about not being able to go, the hut trip not even HAPPENING would just be downright blasphemous.
So I was rewarded with my big person-ness by getting to say goodbye to the hubs and then spending the whole weekend moving all our crap into our mother-in-law apartment. The frenzy was a result of a Friday night phone call with our contractor in which said contractor explained he could start the demo this week. To his credit the hubs busted his ass all night Friday trying to do what he could before leaving town. He still did not receive a warm send off.
Answer honestly, what is worse than spending Valentine's Day fat, alone, unable to exercise and having to pack all your crap, move AND be in the middle of a construction zone? Who even cares about a holiday that is completely commercial? I guess I do when it allows me to feel justified in my complaining and bad attitude.
Screw Valentine's Day...Bring on Easter and the Cadbury Creme Eggs (peanut butter eggs also welcome--anything marshmallow: keep your distance; though Peeps do have their place in certain microwave milieus).
Even when I'm pooh in the diaps, I do always try to impart something positive (less negative?)
(scrolling through the standbys of health, weather, friends...)
Ah I have it...A few things that made me smile in the recent past
1. Open house at Newberry's sweet pad by the Capitol on Saturday. The Woodies picked me up and we did a Whole Foods stop to pick up some nibblies for the bbq. The elevator takes forever at the new Whole Foods and Woody got real and thrust his shopping cart between the closing doors saving us precious seconds (and horrifying the onlooking customers)
2. The *shit cyclists say* conversation I had with the Sleaze wherein we discussed his get lean program for this season. Before I could call bullshit (you guessed it: gluten free), he sua sponte confessed that it was basically just the Atkins diet. We agreed that the gluten-free thing is just the Atkins diet for liberals.
3. Grapefruits on sale. Hello Johnny G citrus blends!
Sunday, February 5, 2012
I am the mayor of struggle city lately. I am lucky I am not on bed rest but the exercise ban is really getting to me. The hormones are going more crazy. The good news is I am liking veggies and fruit again (still can't do tomatoes). In the OC disorder, I got the taste for the freshly squeezed OJ thanks to Johnny G. I didn't really drink oj before but now I must have it all the time, and it must be freshly squeezed. Had to invest in a new kitchen appliance as a result of this.
Anyway, it occurs to me that Garfield is getting a twist of the Lois Lane with the daily need for freshly squeezed OJ and meat (although I prefer pork and turkey to cheeseburgers). Luckily I have a Clark Kent (usually) willing to oblige the weirdness.