Happy Birthday Tara

Today, it's this girls birthday.

She is turning the ripe old age of 19.
I tried to look up exciting things that happen on your 19th birthday, but unfortunately there's really nothing. Except for the fact that you are entering your last year of teenager-hood....

I hope it's better than this blog post.

Happy Birthday Tara!

Exciting Life of a Pregnant Woman!

Guess what. It's actually not that exciting.

My mom called me the other day incensed because I hadn't called to update her about my pregnancy, but it's only because I had nothing to say. This was our conversation:

Have you started to show yet?

No.

Have you felt the baby move yet?

No.

Do you know the gender yet?

No.

Do you have a list of names picked out?

No.

Do you want a baby shower?

No.

Have you been feeling sick?

No.

Have you been feeling any pregnancy symptoms?

No.

Do you know where you will be living when the baby is born in July?

No.

And lots of other inquiries to which my answer was No or I don't know, I haven't thought about it.

So basically I am the most boring pregnant woman ever. Sorry everyone.

I did break one of our kitchen chairs the other day though. The seat cracked and now I'm not allowed to sit in the chair until Seth can reinforce it.

I swear I've only gained 10 pounds. 

Ok. Maybe 15. 

I'm 17 weeks though....that's supposed to be normal, right?. 

But I don't think breaking a chair is...

I don't think I will mention it to the doctor.

Dreams

Last night I dreamed that a job assignment for a teacher at a middle school was given to me.
I arrived at the school to find that there was no Deaf person to interpret for. Instead, the teacher wanted me to perform an interpretive dance for one of her lessons. Apparently interpreter and interpretive dancer were equal in her eyes.
I became incensed and said Heck no! That's not what I do! and walked out in a huff. I also recall leaving a note with the principal about what a stupid teacher he employed.
Then I woke up all angry.

Luckily this was in the middle of the night so I fell back asleep and forgot to be angry when I woke up for real.
This happens often (waking up angry, not dreaming about interpretive dancing) and poor Seth has often born the brunt of my dream-emotions. Since I rarely remember my dreams it takes me a while to realize that the anger I'm feeling is not the result of anything that happened in real life. I find these situations amusing. Seth does not.

It's a wonder he still likes being married to me.

One time (actually, several times) he dreamed that the two of us were International spies, but I was a double agent and he had to capture me and kill me. He said it was a very thrilling dream and he was not the least bit sorry about doing his spy duties.

I don't feel so bad for him when I remember this.

From the mind of Seth

Seth's thoughts on soon being a parent:
"When we get a chew toy for our baby can I get one too?"
Me: "Ok, first of all, chew toys are for dogs and teething toys are for babies. Second, no you cannot get one for yourself."
Seth: "Same thing. Let's get a bone shaped one. Chew toys for dogs are probably cheaper anyway, it makes more sense."
Me: "I'm not going to justify that with a response."
Seth: "Well, I guess you have a lot to learn about parenting."


My thoughts on soon being a parent:
Heaven help me.

Lately

Dear J.K. Rowling,
I blame you.
You and your Harry Potter books. All 4,224 pages of them.
Thanks to you, I have spent the past 2 weeks furiously reading all 7 of them again, leaving my house messy and unkempt, and my neglected husband with nothing to do but play more video games than is probably healthy for him. And did you really think I would cook dinner regularly and get reasonable amounts of sleep, when I had Harry Potter to finish?
Obviously you did not, because my life is now in shambles.
But no more. I finished your series, and I refuse to pick them up again for a long long time.
Goodbye J.K. Rowling. And good riddance.
-Janette
p.s. Just kidding about the good riddance, I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE HARRY POTTER!