Two weeks ago, as I was bouncing Angie on my lap while distractedly trying to buy 4 tickets to the High School Musical on Ice show, she grabbed a $10 check out of my wallet and chewed it up.
The tickets are for me, Kevin, Alex, and Ana. Maybe Angie is upset because we don’t plan to bring her along?
High School Musical 3
Alex noticed the ad for the HSM3 dance game for the Wii
1. Thursday I watched a live webcast of J. K. Rowling at Harvard’s commencement. Her speech was so good that when Kevin got home I made him listen to the archived recording with me. He thought Rowling would make a good motivational speaker. I agree.
2. This week I signed up for the drink pouch recycling program at TerraCycle. I designated Alex’s school as the beneficiary of the 2 cents per pouch that my efforts will net.
3. Prior to Angie’s arrival my only me time consisted of half hour soaks in the jacuzzi tub 2 or 3 times a week - not that I’m complaining, it really was all the me time I needed. But lately I haven’t even had that because Angie refuses to be held by anyone else for more than 5 minutes at a time before she starts crying. I miss my soaks. It’s not something I can outsource.
4. Legally Blonde: The Musical is looking for their next Elle Woods! Can’t wait to watch this show on stage next August at the Pantages.
5. According to this doggy daycare employee, about half of all dogs eat their own poo. Good to know Daisy isn’t such a freak after all. Now, if only she weren’t incontinent.
6. My 6 week postpartum checkup went well. I’m still carrying 10 extra pounds, but at least my clothes are starting to fit again. I’ve started exercising to help speed up the process, mainly sit ups and push ups. Here are some desk friendly exercises that I plan to do when I go back to work in September.
7. These awesome travel tips make it seem like anyone can travel with small children. Even so, I don’t plan on going anywhere until Angie is a year old.
Because we couldn’t go to the Coachella Music Festival this year, the regrettably human and therefore illogically petty part of my brain wants to believe it has already jumped the shark. So why am I sitting here anxiously waiting for the live webcast to start?
Earlier today I was on ROFLCon watching this session’s live webcast. The online chatters who were watching the discussion with me were all being “extra special,” especially once the live Q and A turned to issues of gender and race, so I left. I guess I could have tried to challenge my fellow chatters, but I really wasn’t in the mood. Now I wish I had watched the LOLCATS session. At least they were willing to address the gender issue.
A couple of friends suggested that I update my Facebook profile with the progress of my labor. (Not that it’s started yet.) My response? So not gonna happen! But I offered to text them when I head to the hospital.
Monday morning, while I was still struggling to get out of bed, Kevin went to the kids’ room. By the time I finally got up, they were already out of pajamas and in their school clothes. Kevin pointed out that he had dressed them both in green.
“That’s nice,” I said absent-mindedly. Meanwhile I dressed myself in blue. It wasn’t until I got to work that I realized it was St. Patrick’s Day. Duh.
I’m in the 34th week now. For some reason my weight hasn’t changed. I’m still at +20, but it feels like +100. My backaches come and go with no apparent cause other than the fact that I’m in the 3rd trimester. When I sit too close to or on the ground, it takes me a long time to get up on my feet. And forget about climbing stairs. You might as well be suggesting I climb Mt. Everest.
The baby’s movements have been intense. Sometimes she’ll jab or kick so hard that you can actually see her fist or foot against my skin, stretching it several inches out. Kevin has been taking video. I’m too self conscious to share them at this moment. Maybe I’ll change my mind later.
We’ve had American Idol Encore
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