10 Things you should never say to a pregnant woman September 10, 2008

I may need an exorcism.  I have become….well, evil.  I want to chew on people, spit them out, reassemble them, and chew on them again.  With that said, there are just a few things that should not be said to me for the next 6 months.  So far, these are things that have come out of Wil’s mouth: (disclaimer:  Wil is a wonderful, loving and caring husband and these things were a momentary lapse in his usual good sense.  He is a man.  Nough said.)

1.  “I hope you don’t get fat and ugly during pregnancy.”  This coming from a guy that’s gained 20 lbs. since we moved here.  I’m just saying……

2.  “Don’t do anything to mess up our baby.”  This was uttered as I put a tiny piece of Feta cheese in my mouth because I had ordered a Greek salad.

3.  “I don’t think I can possibly drink all of my margarita.”  As the condensation droplets rolled down the frosty glass and the smell of rock salt clung to the air.  Oh, you’re drinking it even if I have to shove it down your throat……

4.  “Yeah, you are starting to look chunky.”  Chunky is an adjective that should never be used to describe a pregnant lady, along with cow, heifer, bulky, or “large and in charge”. 

5.  “Could you make me a drink?”  Oh, I made him a drink alright.  One part vodka, two parts hate.

As you can see, there are only 5 on my top 10 list.  That’s because I know, I’m sure, I’m positive more things will be uttered either by Wil or possibly by strangers that I will need to add.  I wish those people luck as the endure the wrath that will undoubtedly be sprung upon them if they do choose to go that route…….

Obama Mama September 3, 2008

I tried.  I really did.  I turned on the Republican convention last night with all intentions of watching it so I have both perspectives.  Well, I didn’t even get through President Bush’s speech without wanting to hurl things at the television.  I eyed the crowd in their business suits or cowboy hats, I eyed the former older and more wrinkly Bush’s, I eyed Mrs. McCain and her brood of adopted children.  I just wasn’t feeling it the way I was feeling it for the Democratic Convention. So, I turned on the Simpson’s instead.

 I know I’m not being fair but in all honesty, this is the most I’ve ever been involved mentally in any election.  I just think Obama is right.  He gives me the good vibes.  He gives me hope.  And he does it all without using political mumbo jumbo that’s way over my head (me being a little peon in the political scheme of things).  He’s right for me.  I am officially and Obama Mama (to be). 

In the past I would have worried about displaying this belief.  What would people think?  Would they think less of me because of my pick or more of me?  Would I get hate emails or would someone try to challenge me on my beliefs?  This time around, I don’t care.  I have to look to the future and I just don’t see my future in McCain.  Sure, if I want the cliche answer to every Christian based question or if I want a war veteran that uses that information at the forfront of every speech….I’ll vote McCain but that’s not what I want.  I want change.  I’m not asking for a magic wand sort of change, I know it will take time but I want someone who will at least get the ball rolling in the right direction.  I have fears that Obama won’t deliver and that our morale will be in the toilet, I have fears that Obama will be a major target for racists and non-democrats.  He is willing though and I am willing to give him a chance.

Thinking about Labor on Labor Day September 1, 2008

Actually, I want to tell you all about a little event called Wil’s 30th birthday!  It takes place this Thursday and we plan to have the party on Friday.  I spent the weekend making preperations and I will spend the week getting me home ready for visitors.  It should be fun but it has me reflecting something fierce.  30 is kinda huge.  The 20’s were such good times, such crazy times, such diverse times.  I wonder how the 30’s will be treating us?  Will we gain weight?  (Well, I will for sure but maybe I can loose it too).  Will we have jobs?  Will we have the same job for the whole time?  Will we finally own our home? 

Who knows.  Well, baby is taking all it can from me.  I hurled during dinner last night and could barely eat breakfast and now that I’m hungry, I will probably we nauseas by lunch and therefore the cycle continues.  I just want to do it right.  I want to eat right and do the healthy thing but it gets tricky when all you want is mexican food and ice cream.