Under-boob Sweat…
…is unpleasant. And bras are an itchy pain in the ass. What’s a girl to do?
Onto other things - what’s been going on? My birthday was last Tuesday - it was a lovely day. I didn’t do much all day, then we had an impromptu dinner/video game party. Ian and my brother Mike cooked a fantastic meal for us, and we played Soul Caliber II. Epic battles were fought. Ian also made an awesome quatro leches cake (coconut milk being the fourth milk) - mmmm, so wet and so very sweet!
Father’s day wasn’t particularly eventful, but it was nice. I gave Ian a copy of Mister Seahorse, an Eric Carle story about responsible sea creature fathers who tend to their young. He likes it and I am glad. At church there was a teacher appreciation ceremony for all of the adults participating in the Religious Education program, so we both got to enjoy some applause. I got a very cute picture of the kids from preschool Sunday school, mounted on a hand-crafted (aka stamped and appliqued with foam flowers) pink foam frame. It was both warm and fuzzy.
We went to see our midwife on Monday - she estimates that I’ll be having a big baby (big surprise). She was trying not to scare me, but I know the score. My belly is like the rising harvest moon, and I was 10 lbs when I was born. Bring it on! So long as I don’t have gestational diabetes, which I don’t.
This Sunday, our childbirth education class begins - I’m really excited. It’s the same class that I subbed for that one time, but with the real teacher - my awesome friend Natalie. It will be cool.
The baby shower conundrum is being addressed - my relatives apparently had no expectation that I would take the lead in planning this event, and have begun preparations. I have done my part and created gift registries, so I feel a bit better about things, though I still feel wierd asking for stuff. Though God knows we need stuff. I picked as much as I could that was on sale or clearance. But you know what - this pink and blue things needs to end. Not that it ever will, but man! And what the fuck is up with the goddamn pastels? I am very disappointed with Target. Not really surprised, but disappointed. And if you want any respectable saturated colors, you have to pay ridiculous prices. $25 for a onesie? Shit, man! It’s baby clothes!
I should go to bed soon. I had a hard day of math problems. I almost retreated into the escapism of my youth, as I was confronted with the tangible memories of my math trauma, but I managed to slog through it (though I ended up using the wrong data set for my calculations. At least I figured that out before I turned in my homework). I really wanted to run away screaming, and by the end of tonight’s 3 hour class, numbers and symbols were floating through my head, entirely unconnected and unruly, accompanied by an ultrasonic ringing noise. I shall perservere, however. I shall. I can do it.
Anyway, good night to all. I’ll write some more when I get the chance.
Atena McItchyboobs
