stop making babies so complicated

So, I'm still pregnant.

Yup.

No contractions or anything. Just chillin.

Of course, my due date's not until next Saturday, so it's all good. And I still have things I need to get done. And some sleeping to do. But on the other hand, I'm gigantic and waddley and perpetually uncomfortable. Not to mention ready to play with a cute baby!

In other news, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang is a good movie, cheese fries are delicious, and my husband is a total cutie. He did this little dance today, I forget why, but it was priceless. I call it super-cute syndrome. [Also, since he just read this part over my shoulder, he says I shouldn't call it a good movie, because then I'm putting myself out there too much or something, that I should just say I enjoyed it. But whatever. And then he walked outside the room and out of sight, then said, "What's this? The leg of a man?" and danced across the doorway. It was awesome. I almost peed.]

Also, I can't call people on the phone, apparently, or they think I'm having a baby. When it actually does happen, I'll have to be cool about it, call my mom and just be like, "Hey, what's up? Just calling to see how you're doing...."

I was looking through this list of suggested baby registry items today to see if there was anything we needed to buy for immediate use. First of all, I can't remember what the little suction thing is called to get stuff out of baby's nose, and it wasn't on the list. Somehow I just don't think "snot sucker" is right, but I can't think of anything else to call it. Second, what the heck, marketing? Why do you have to make people think they actually need all this stuff in order to have a baby? Seriously, you should see this list, people. There are four different types of strollers listed. For the car seat, apparently we need strap covers, neck wings, head support, car seat carrier cover, baby sunshade, car seat undermat, and car seat toys. At home, we need a swing (a travel swing, too), a jumper, a walker, a stationary entertainer, a bouncer/rocker, and a baby carrier. I'm sure babies have survived for thousands of years without all these things, and ours will too. Raising a baby does not require technology. I also don't like things that put the baby on its own without human interaction. When we were shopping for a diaper bag, I saw one that had a little pocket on the front that was for an mp3 player with a hole for the headphones to come out. For a split second, I was like, oh, that's cool, so it's tucked away. And then I thought, wait...the only time you would be carrying the diaper bag, most likely, is when you are with your baby. Why do you have headphones on when you're with the baby? Seriously, are you just tuning him out? Or he's asleep, and you won't hear when he wakes up? I dunno, man...seems neglectful.

/rant

in coherence

Thoughts need to be thunk and wrote about, but I's too braindead now. So instead, read this.

In-vitro meat

Is it kosher? Is it vegetarian? Is it respectful of life? Is it good for the environment? Economy? Is it gross and weird?

These are some of the questions I need to ponder on.

what it means to be a man

So Jeremy and I were leaving the mall, and as we approached the exit, we saw that it was pouring rain. We hadn't brought an umbrella or anything. So I stopped and whined a little and was telling Jeremy let's wait a little while and see if it lets up. At the same time, this guy is coming inside and folding up his umbrella. Then he comes over and hands me the umbrella and says, "Here you go, you can have this." Shocked and thrown off guard, I take it and say, "Thanks." To which he replies, "No problem. I'm a man." And then walks off.

Awesome.

So, hiccups are really annoying, right? But at least you can usually do something about them. I'm actually quite good at getting rid of my own hiccups almost immediately by drinking water while holding my breath.

What's more annoying is baby hiccups, because I can't do anything about them! I just feel continuous rhythmic little jumps in my stomach that become very distracting when trying to sleep. Poor little guy. He's probably more annoyed by it than me. Although I hope not.

thoughtishness

Random thoughts as of late...some of which have been previously posted as Facebook statuses (stati?) and thus may sound familiar. In no particular order:

Cherries. Are. Delicious. Cherry-flavored items, on the other hand, are not.

Very sore from cleaning and painting and taping walls to be painted, which is much worse than the actual painting. Of course, that could be because Anderson does most of the actual painting, but still. At the grocery store today, had to force myself not to do the pregnant waddle that my soreness was asking for.

Cashew butter, honey, and banana sandwiches on raisin bread are the new favorite lunch/dinner/snack. And cherries. I also made the sandwich for Anderson, although with peanut butter. That's right, I'm such a good wife that I touched a potentially deadly substance (albeit with a knife) to feed my husband.

Also, stupid hormones. He said he didn't like the brand of raisin bread that I bought and I cried. Haha, what a dork.

My belly feels gigantic. Everyone keeps telling me I don't look that big, but for me, for the past week or so, it has felt huge and been especially uncomfortable to sleep...and move in general. Who are these people that love being pregnant?? I mean...it hasn't been awful by any means, I don't hate it, and there are definite nice moments. But overall? Loved would be a stretch.

According to the guestimations of the doctor's office, I have 5 weeks to go! Really, this means I have 3-7 weeks to go. Most likely. You know, whenever he's ready. As long as he waits at least two more weeks, cause I've got stuff to do.

We're taking progressive pictures of nursery painting and decorating. I shall post some when it's done. Yay!

Not sure why, but it seems like being pregnant has made me more environmentally conscious. In some ways this makes sense as a protective maternal instinct. I don't want any harsh chemicals used in the air my baby will be breathing or on surfaces he will encounter. I want to bathe him in the purest soaps, coat him in natural lotions, and wrap him in cottons untouched by pesticides, dyes, and fragrances. I don't want his poopy diapers to destroy the planet. The usual.

Where it doesn't make as much sense is my new awareness of how many things I should be recycling. I've been a pretty steady plastic bottle/aluminum can recycler for a while, with the occasional glass jar thrown in there. I shop with reusable bags. But lately every little thing I throw away, I think of where I should recycle it instead. Like cardboard from cereal boxes. Plastic bread bags. Junk mail. Luckily, with sweet sweet curbside recycling now, this should be no problem!

Oh Ashley, Katie, Keri, and other such far away peoples. I'm having a baby shower, and I want to invite you. But, knowing the likelihood of you coming is slim, it seems awkward to send an invitation, because then it feels like I'm fishing for gifts. But know that you are invited in spirit, and should you desire an actual mailed invitation and think I am silly for not sending it, give me your address! I am not wise in the ways of etiquette.

lately

Just saw Harry Potter. Enjoyed it, although it annoyed me as well with its leaving out and shortening of things.

Met Anderson's internet friend. Asked him about life on the internet.

Ate some apple sauce with a fork.

Moved out of the apartment and into a house. Unpacked the kitchen.

Went to Pensacola to train up some youths.

35 weeks of having a baby all up in my guts.