marvelous monday

C'mon, you know I don't like Mondays. In fact, I have a very hate-hate relationship with Mondays because they're always rough with my husband. But, I guess I can fear Monday no more! Today, my husband walked out of the Small Animal Clinic after seeing to his last patient- ever- as a student. He has spent the whole day at home- happy. relaxed. stress-free. It's golden. He suggested going to the grocery store to get things to grill for the rest of the week, because he's missed grilling. He got busy and switched The Cuteness and The Rock out of their split 55 gallon aquarium (the townhouse) into two smaller, self contained units. We met with our insurance agent and he explained how to get my pregnancy covered (and he wants to help us out!! omg!). It has been a marvelous Monday! I'm looking forward to a Terrific Tuesday and a Wonderful Wednesday as well. Thursday is his graduation day- so that's something completely over the top. 

I was hoping to announce our son's name tomorrow. In full, unabashed, completeness. However, it is impossible for the framers at Michael's in College Station to move at a pace faster than a snail's so... you're going to have to keep waiting. When I called today to check when I could come in tomorrow to pick it up, the woman said... "the day after tomorrow, hopefully." I told her it was supposed to be done tomorrow. She said yes. And repeated, *hopefully* Wednesday. Now, I've been patient, but when you give me a day it will be done, I expect the thing to be done- especially after we've paid > $100 up front for the services.

I am feeling highly pregnancy-cynical today. I didn't get a good night's sleep. My son's favorite kicking target is my lower right rib. His head rests permanently on my bladder, making for an enjoyable day- I have been forced into more public restrooms as a pregnant woman than I ever, EVER wanted to see (I hate public bathrooms. You would too if you were under the age of 10, were in a stall in a McDonald's in either Bergen or Oslo and the toilet exploded- with matter in it- and the water went everywhere and in your panic the door couldn't open fast enough. I hate public bathrooms!). I have heartburn- I have never had heartburn in my life! I usually have decent skin, not buttery smooth and perfect like I dream of, but decent. Right now, I'm just thankful if I can remain acne-free from the waist down. My feet are so swollen, I can't get into most of my shoes and my hands are fat. I am ready to be done with pregnancy- and I'm tired of hearing about how much fun being pregnant is. No. it. is. not. I can't see my feet. I can't see a lot of my lower body- which leaves me twisting uncomfortably in the shower trying to get my legs shaved. I am on my third tube of Palmer's Cocoa Butter for Stretch Marks and it's expensive. 

On the plus side, today marks 32 weeks, so I'm really, really not very far away. And we agreed to a personal trainer for both mommy and daddy post baby, so I also have that to look forward to. Maybe when I have a healthy, beautiful, blue-eyed (genetics, do a punnett square) baby boy, and my body is back to its svelte pre-pregnancy size and I'm able to wear my size 4.5 Aggie Ring and size 5 wedding set again, I'll look back on pregnancy with more fond memories. 

Maybe. While you're waiting *like me* for the framers at CS Michael's to pull their heads out of their rear-ends so you can learn BBC's name... check out Teresa Strasser's pregnancy blog: exploitingmybaby.com. But potential reader be warned: this isn't your "While You Were Out" Teresa Strasser; mamma's got a potty mouth.