Friday, September 04, 2009

Yaaawwwn.

Well well well.

So we are having a boy, you probably know already. I have begun feeling him kick or punch or whatever they get up to. The first time I felt it I had images from Alien flash before my eyes. It was freaky! I worried momentarily that I would spend the next 4 months being creeped out. However, like all the feelings that go along with pregnancy, you become accustomed to them rapidly. We'd all be completely insane if it didn't happen that way since it is a strange experience, no denying it.

For once I'm actually appreciating the mental effects my hormones are having on me. They are soothing for the most part as opposed to the evil mix of menstrual hormones, the mix that nearly gets me into fist fights and induces bad self-made haircuts. The pregnancy mix convinces you somehow that things are groovy so long as nothing is threatening your physical safety. There is the whole 'weepy weirdo' aspect though. While waiting for T to finish boiling his perogies so we could sit down and watch Rebel Without a Cause, I watched the trailer to see how they sold it in 1955. I ended up being a weepy during it. Those poor misguided kids...

We had a visit to the K-dub a few weeks ago. Had a very nice baby shower in which people were thoughtful and generous with their gifts.



We had to buy a new dresser to store it all. Somehow, we have to convert this place into a two-bedroom by next spring which has involved chaos inducing furniture moving and boxing and throwing out of anything even slightly not useful. The staggering quantities of junk that can accumulate insidiously in a house. Entropy does rule. Damn entropy.

I am boring myself writing this. It's hard not being up your own hole. Very nearly impossible actually. I was less happy at my stupid bank job, but the blogging was more interesting because I tried to focus on what was happening around me more, to save thinking about my own misery. Now I just walk around all day thinking about me me me, my life, me me me. Well, you know, sometimes, it's warranted. This is what I've decided anyway.

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