Cream Line Plain…
Cream line plain yogurt is definitely better than lowfat. Tastewise, anyway.
Last night sucked. I had an extended allergy attack, when I should’ve been sleeping softly, soundly, drifting in and out to the sound of the rain. My whole head itched - even inside my ears, and I was producing snot at a ridiculous rate, sneezing and sneezing, having to get in and out of bed (which, by the way, was made no more pleasant by my sore, achy crotch muscles. Sorry, but someone’s got to tell the truth). I was up for hours - I don’t know how I finally got to sleep. I know, I know - wait ’til we actually have the baby - you know that’s all well and good, but I’m getting tired of people telling me how tired and uncomfortable I’m going to be. I’m tired and uncomfortable now. I’m especially tired of people’s constant unsolicited comments, advice, etc. on my pregnancy and my unborn child. A woman approached me in the street a few days ago, insisting that my belly must have just gotten so round in the past couple of weeks, in spite of my assertions to the contrary, because according to her, “That’s when it happens - right at the end! Right at the end!” Who the fuck asked you, anyway? I’m tired of people asking me if I’m sure there’s only one baby in there. I’m tired of being told that I won’t make it to September. I’ve taken to wearing sunglasses and keeping my nose in a book when I go out, just to keep people from talking to me. The general interest would be sweet if people weren’t so goddamn presumptuous. It’s not like I go around swooning. Why does no one believe me when I say I don’t want to sit down? If I need to sit down, believe me, I’ll do it. I’m not crippled - I’m pregnant. I don’t have rickets. I don’t have a disease!
That said, I feel much better now, though I still need one or two more hours of sleep. While I was drifting off again, my stomach guided me up and into the kitchen, which brings us to cream line plain yogurt. With mixed berry granola. Very good, very tasty.
My aunt Betty is having surgery today - please take a moment to think good healthy thoughts for her procedure and recovery.
Ian will be just getting started with his job interview now. Throw in some good luck thoughts about that too, while you’re at it.
I’m really digging this Andrew Bird album that Alicia so thoughtfully passed along to me - it’s pretty awesome. I wish I knew where the discman is - I’d take this out with me and listen to it. I’m going to join the family vigil at the hospital where my aunt is today, and that’ll be a long train trip. I’d like to try to make it to the library to pick up some books I ordered, too - we’ll see if that happens. I don’t think I’ll make it to the pool today, which is a bummer, because I’d like to really stretch out these sore muscles. But I guess swimming 3 times a week is plenty, so I can manage to skip a day. I can still stretch, it’s just a lot harder.
Anyway, I’m rambling, ’cause I’m tired. I’ll come back with something more effectively brilliant (or at least coherent) later.
Enjoy Friday, everyone!
Atena McSleepy McFuzzybrain
