Maybe I’m saving up for NaBloPoMo. Yeah, that must be it. Otherwise, why else would my level of posting reach an all time low? (I can’t confirm that statement, by the way, as I’m sure there have been months where I have posted less)
I posted over at Brit’s place yesterday, as a favor and because it was kind of fun to play in someone else’s sandbox for a change. I got a little sappy on her, which is always fun to do to someone. But it was a mighty fine post if I do say so myself. the flip-side of that being that I was left with zero urge to post over here.
It’s been strange, not having Harry here this week. Everything is all off-kilter. Plus it’s kind of warm outside which always turns me into a big, fat slug.
I got my AFP bloodwork taken care of yesterday. Aren’t I a good little prenatal patient? I deserve a cookie, just for that. And why is it that whenever you don’t feel the needle go in, that’s when you get a big ol’ bruise? I swear, I felt NOTHING yesterday and this is coming from an old-school needle-phobe here. But, lo and behold, this morning I had a huge bruise where she poked me. Explain that one to me, because I’m dying to know.
Speaking of dying to know, technically, if I had an ultrasound machine hooked up in the backroom I could go find out if this baby is a boy or a girl right this very minute. That is just killing me here. I am desperate to know if I need to start getting serious about finding another boy name or if I should step up the hunt for a good girl’s middle name. Decisions, decisions. Do I need to tell people to hand me down their old baby girl clothes or do I need to continue my iron grip on all our baby boy clothes? I want to KNOW! And, chances are, (if I’m lucky) I won’t find out for nearly another month. Where’s the justice in that?
I’ve definitely entered that “I feel so freakin’ fat” portion of the pregnancy. I can’t say I have a cute little belly or anything, but I have a paunch. Which isn’t even remotely cute. Normal clothes are definitely not fitting well but maternity clothes look downright ridiculous.
Anyhow. It’s Thursday but I’m happy because it’s basically a FRIDAY. Why? Because I live in Nevada, that’s why. And in Nevada we observe Nevada Day. See, back in the day, Nevada Day was always observed on October 31st. And I loved telling my friends who didn’t live in Nevada that I had Halloween off because it’s a state holiday. Plus, it was a great day for carving pumpkins and getting set up for the big night. Somewhere along the line, some chucklehead thought we should observe Nevada Day on the last Friday of the month instead of Halloween. So no more getting Halloween off unless it happens to fall on the last Friday of the month. Bummer. But still, it’s a day off! Yay, Nevada!
Oh, and it’s Nevaaa-duh, not Nevahh-duh. If I hear one more out-of-stater refer to it as Nevahh-duh, then I’m gonna have to hurt someone. And yes, the aaa is as in “apple” not as in “awful”.