Something I love right now: Jude sings a song that begins as Jingle Bells, then morphs into Old McDonald Had a Farm about halfway through. It is a beautiful song.
This morning, I got a phone call from someone wanting to leave a message for my boss. The message: tell him that his daughter had a baby girl this morning. This struck me as strange. I realize that we aren’t best girlfriends or anything, but I would have thought that sometime in the last almost-eight months, it would have come up in conversation that his only daughter was pregnant. His response? “Does my wife know?”
The strangest part of carrying around a baby in the breech position (other than the pleasure of never, ever feeling the baby kick me in the ribs, which I understand is quite painful) is knowing exactly when said baby will come into this world. With Jude, I only knew a few weeks ahead of time, but it was comforting to know that when July 30 came, the baby would be born. No waiting. No overanalyzing every new bodily sensation, wondering if it was a sign of labor. This time should prove to be no different. Assuming that I don’t go into labor beforehand (necessitating an emergency c-section), this baby will be born on October 26. Considering that it is nearly September, that isn’t very long from now. I really should start getting ready.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Let's All Go To The Movies
It has been some time since I wrote about movies. In the meantime, I have seen many, many movies: some good, some bad, some that I immediately forgot as soon as the DVD credits rolled. Nothing that I loved, though. Nothing that spoke to me in that way that makes me want to see the movie again.
Movie Recommendation: The Treasure of the Sierra Madre. I must admit that I really like Humphrey Bogart, the sensitive guy beneath the tough-guy persona (Casablanca is one of those movies that I love). I didn’t love Treasure, but liked it quite a bit, and Bogart isn’t even the best part of the movie. That honor would go to Walter Huston (father of director John Huston) who was great in the part of an ancient gold prospector. Though the movies stylistically have little in common, I was reminded of Shallow Grave because of the themes of greed and mistrust that occurs after a financial windfall. Though it has been some time since I have seen Shallow Grave, I would recommend it also. It is the movie that Danny Boyle made before Trainspotting (another movie that I love). Ewan McGregor is great (and all Scottish and hot) and Christopher Eccleston (now appearing on Hereos as that invisible dude, Claude) plays McGregor’s roommate and he is really good as well. I don’t play favorites when it comes to genres and don’t automatically think that classic equals good so I would wholeheartedly endorse both Treasure and Shallow as movies to see.
Other movies that are pretty good: The Fountain. My opinion of The Fountain, though, has been tainted by all of the press that the movie received. It was conceived by Darren Aronofsky as this mammoth science fiction film with an enormous budget and Brad Pitt in the lead. The budget was slashed, the script was rewritten and rewritten and rewritten and Brad Pitt became Hugh Jackman. I kept picturing the movie as it could have been, rather than as it was. Still, it contains some really breathtaking images and is a pretty good love story. I thought Requiem for a Dream (also by Aronofsky) was really good, though I thoroughly disliked Pi and just couldn’t get into it.
The Prestige was also good. I admit that I will watch anything that Christian Bale does. He is just one of those actors who consistently chooses interesting projects and I enjoyed him as a magician engaged in a dangerous game of escalating illusions in The Prestige, just as much as his turn as Patrick Bateman in American Psycho, Batman in Batman Begins and that anorexic insomniac machinist in The Machinist. (All movies I would recommend, though if you want the full impact of the shallowness of the yuppie 80s culture and the grisliness of a soulless killer, watch the movie American Psycho, then read the book. Some of the images are bound to linger with you.)
Half Nelson was pretty good, elevated by the performance of Ryan Gosling. He will watch anything with Ryan Gosling in it, really, which explains how I came to watch The Notebook (actually good, if predictable, though not a great movie). I would recommend seeing Gosling in The Believer. The movie is good and Gosling is very good as a Jewish neo Nazi. Edward Norton was in the similar-but-very-different American History X and gave an outstanding performance, which led me to have high hopes about his future work. The Illusionist (another magician movie that came out at the same time as The Prestige) really under whelmed me, though.
Another movie disappointment: Dreamgirls. Usually, I enjoy movie musicals (not always, but usually). This was an exception. I didn’t find anything to get excited about.
So, I am on a quest to find another movie that I will fall in love with. It has been some time since I have experienced that, though in the meantime, I have had a good time viewing.
Movie Recommendation: The Treasure of the Sierra Madre. I must admit that I really like Humphrey Bogart, the sensitive guy beneath the tough-guy persona (Casablanca is one of those movies that I love). I didn’t love Treasure, but liked it quite a bit, and Bogart isn’t even the best part of the movie. That honor would go to Walter Huston (father of director John Huston) who was great in the part of an ancient gold prospector. Though the movies stylistically have little in common, I was reminded of Shallow Grave because of the themes of greed and mistrust that occurs after a financial windfall. Though it has been some time since I have seen Shallow Grave, I would recommend it also. It is the movie that Danny Boyle made before Trainspotting (another movie that I love). Ewan McGregor is great (and all Scottish and hot) and Christopher Eccleston (now appearing on Hereos as that invisible dude, Claude) plays McGregor’s roommate and he is really good as well. I don’t play favorites when it comes to genres and don’t automatically think that classic equals good so I would wholeheartedly endorse both Treasure and Shallow as movies to see.
Other movies that are pretty good: The Fountain. My opinion of The Fountain, though, has been tainted by all of the press that the movie received. It was conceived by Darren Aronofsky as this mammoth science fiction film with an enormous budget and Brad Pitt in the lead. The budget was slashed, the script was rewritten and rewritten and rewritten and Brad Pitt became Hugh Jackman. I kept picturing the movie as it could have been, rather than as it was. Still, it contains some really breathtaking images and is a pretty good love story. I thought Requiem for a Dream (also by Aronofsky) was really good, though I thoroughly disliked Pi and just couldn’t get into it.
The Prestige was also good. I admit that I will watch anything that Christian Bale does. He is just one of those actors who consistently chooses interesting projects and I enjoyed him as a magician engaged in a dangerous game of escalating illusions in The Prestige, just as much as his turn as Patrick Bateman in American Psycho, Batman in Batman Begins and that anorexic insomniac machinist in The Machinist. (All movies I would recommend, though if you want the full impact of the shallowness of the yuppie 80s culture and the grisliness of a soulless killer, watch the movie American Psycho, then read the book. Some of the images are bound to linger with you.)
Half Nelson was pretty good, elevated by the performance of Ryan Gosling. He will watch anything with Ryan Gosling in it, really, which explains how I came to watch The Notebook (actually good, if predictable, though not a great movie). I would recommend seeing Gosling in The Believer. The movie is good and Gosling is very good as a Jewish neo Nazi. Edward Norton was in the similar-but-very-different American History X and gave an outstanding performance, which led me to have high hopes about his future work. The Illusionist (another magician movie that came out at the same time as The Prestige) really under whelmed me, though.
Another movie disappointment: Dreamgirls. Usually, I enjoy movie musicals (not always, but usually). This was an exception. I didn’t find anything to get excited about.
So, I am on a quest to find another movie that I will fall in love with. It has been some time since I have experienced that, though in the meantime, I have had a good time viewing.
Friday, August 24, 2007
TV or Not TV
During the summer, it is not hard to stay away from the programming offered by network television. As I stated in previous blogs, I am not a fan of reality television (I have enough reality of my own, thank you). This summer I have managed to find two shows worth watching (or, at least worth taping until I find time to watch them) and both are courtesy of the USA Network. The first, Burn Notice, interested me because of Jeffrey Donovan. He was previously in Touching Evil (also on USA), which was watched by no one but me, so it was soon canceled. It is not the typical spy show and it costars Bruce Campbell, so my geek side was definitely interested. Good stuff. Entertaining. The second show I missed in its entirety the first season, but saw commercials during Burn Notice, so I had to check it out: Psych. Hilarious. Easily my favorite new show (new, that is, to me). Often I am late to the game in catching shows, usually becoming a fan right before said show is ripped from the schedule or canceled outright. It happens every year, so I really shouldn’t be surprised, but inevitably I am disappointed. This stung most of all with Boomtown and with Arrested Development, both of which you can check out however on:
TV on DVD
Boomtown was on television late at night (10:00, which is past my bedtime.) Nevertheless, I stayed up to watch it because I was riveted. It was smart and interesting, a crime show that respected its audience, that didn’t assume that the audience was comprised of morons, unlike many shows. And I loved its style: the multiple points of views, its interesting and complex characters – none more so than the absolutely fantastic Neal McDonough, who portrayed district attorney David McNorris. It was a show about perspective as much as it was about crime. I loved it and, like Fredo did to his brother, Michael, its cancellation (after one season, no less) broke my heart. But, unlike Michael, I couldn’t kill to alleviate my broken heart, so I moved on – to Arrested Development. This is a show that is perfect for DVD since it is something that has to be watched from the beginning. It is bizarre and clever (always a good combination) and I was fortunate to discover it on television from its first episode. Though the whole cast was excellently strange, I admit a particular fondness for Michael Cera. I just flat-out loved that kid.
Since I am done with Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel, I had to move on and my new series on DVD is Freaks and Geeks. I loved it when it was on television and I still love it on DVD. I am only a few episodes in, but, unfortunately, the entire show was only 18 episodes long, so I fear it won’t take me long to see them all again. The same is true with My So-Called Life, a show I managed to watch when it originally aired, even though it conflicted with NBC’s must-see line up of Friends, etc.
I admit that since I am often late in appreciating certain shows, I discover them first on DVD, even though they may currently be playing on television. This is true of Rescue Me (a great show) and the aforementioned Buffy and Angel.
The new fall schedule is approaching quickly and though there isn’t anything in the offering that sets my heart apatter, I know that I will inevitably fall for one or two new shows that will then quickly disappear from the schedule, canceled or in the twilight status of hiatus. Until then, I will have to make due with whatever I can order from Netflix or find from my local Best Buy.
If you have any suggestions of shows I should check out, please let me know. I am anxious to find my next great (television) love.
TV on DVD
Boomtown was on television late at night (10:00, which is past my bedtime.) Nevertheless, I stayed up to watch it because I was riveted. It was smart and interesting, a crime show that respected its audience, that didn’t assume that the audience was comprised of morons, unlike many shows. And I loved its style: the multiple points of views, its interesting and complex characters – none more so than the absolutely fantastic Neal McDonough, who portrayed district attorney David McNorris. It was a show about perspective as much as it was about crime. I loved it and, like Fredo did to his brother, Michael, its cancellation (after one season, no less) broke my heart. But, unlike Michael, I couldn’t kill to alleviate my broken heart, so I moved on – to Arrested Development. This is a show that is perfect for DVD since it is something that has to be watched from the beginning. It is bizarre and clever (always a good combination) and I was fortunate to discover it on television from its first episode. Though the whole cast was excellently strange, I admit a particular fondness for Michael Cera. I just flat-out loved that kid.
Since I am done with Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel, I had to move on and my new series on DVD is Freaks and Geeks. I loved it when it was on television and I still love it on DVD. I am only a few episodes in, but, unfortunately, the entire show was only 18 episodes long, so I fear it won’t take me long to see them all again. The same is true with My So-Called Life, a show I managed to watch when it originally aired, even though it conflicted with NBC’s must-see line up of Friends, etc.
I admit that since I am often late in appreciating certain shows, I discover them first on DVD, even though they may currently be playing on television. This is true of Rescue Me (a great show) and the aforementioned Buffy and Angel.
The new fall schedule is approaching quickly and though there isn’t anything in the offering that sets my heart apatter, I know that I will inevitably fall for one or two new shows that will then quickly disappear from the schedule, canceled or in the twilight status of hiatus. Until then, I will have to make due with whatever I can order from Netflix or find from my local Best Buy.
If you have any suggestions of shows I should check out, please let me know. I am anxious to find my next great (television) love.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
I Swear
In the movie Witchboard (don’t judge me – I got my own tv and cable when I was 11), part of the deep and enriching plot was the possession of the main character by an evil spirit from the titular ouija board. A sign to those nearest to her of her possession was that she began to swear when previously she would never have uttered such filth. Some days I wonder whether that same spirit possess me. I curse quite a bit and probably have for many years, but I have never been as conscious of it as I am right now.
I wasn’t always cursed with such salty language. I never used those words until I became a teenager and then, it was in moderation. It wasn’t until I became an adult did the words slowly creep into my regular vocabulary and became an occasional fixture in conversation. I have elevated creative cursing into an art form, particularly when driving in my car and happening upon the unfortunate souls who haven’t quite mastered the etiquette of safe road driving. Since becoming pregnant, I fear that my cursing has only become worse in its frequency.
Self-analysis is unavoidable when there is an impressionable three-year-old who wants to parrot one’s every sentence. So, I have made an effort to cut down on the salt in my language, replacing some of my favorites with “darn it.” Even that I try to use judiciously, as cute though it may be, there is just something so wrong-sounding about a three-year-old using that phrase. Case in point: my family reunion. Jeff and I were trying to explain to Jude that by the time the next reunion came around, Sullivan would be there with us. Of course, Jude’s response was “darn it.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that.
My alone-in-my-car cursing reached a peak over the last couple of days over the results of my latest blood test. I called the doctor’s office to check the results and was informed that I do indeed have gestational diabetes. Preparations were made for me to take classes at the local hospital where I will deliver so I could learn to manage said diabetes and I made plans to go to the pharmacy for a glucose meter. I was really upset, not wanting to hear any more bad news that may affect this baby. Then, just this morning, I received an extremely apologetic call from the doctor’s office, informing me that I do not have gestational diabetes. Apparently, the results for a three hour test need to be read differently than the one hour test, so I was given the wrong results. A talk with the doctor assured me that I am not diabetic. Instant relief, but also a fair amount of invectives for the worry I went through (all after the phone was hung up – I am not one to curse at other people where they can actually hear me). So, doctor’s office, if you are reading this, you really had me worried, darn it.
I wasn’t always cursed with such salty language. I never used those words until I became a teenager and then, it was in moderation. It wasn’t until I became an adult did the words slowly creep into my regular vocabulary and became an occasional fixture in conversation. I have elevated creative cursing into an art form, particularly when driving in my car and happening upon the unfortunate souls who haven’t quite mastered the etiquette of safe road driving. Since becoming pregnant, I fear that my cursing has only become worse in its frequency.
Self-analysis is unavoidable when there is an impressionable three-year-old who wants to parrot one’s every sentence. So, I have made an effort to cut down on the salt in my language, replacing some of my favorites with “darn it.” Even that I try to use judiciously, as cute though it may be, there is just something so wrong-sounding about a three-year-old using that phrase. Case in point: my family reunion. Jeff and I were trying to explain to Jude that by the time the next reunion came around, Sullivan would be there with us. Of course, Jude’s response was “darn it.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that.
My alone-in-my-car cursing reached a peak over the last couple of days over the results of my latest blood test. I called the doctor’s office to check the results and was informed that I do indeed have gestational diabetes. Preparations were made for me to take classes at the local hospital where I will deliver so I could learn to manage said diabetes and I made plans to go to the pharmacy for a glucose meter. I was really upset, not wanting to hear any more bad news that may affect this baby. Then, just this morning, I received an extremely apologetic call from the doctor’s office, informing me that I do not have gestational diabetes. Apparently, the results for a three hour test need to be read differently than the one hour test, so I was given the wrong results. A talk with the doctor assured me that I am not diabetic. Instant relief, but also a fair amount of invectives for the worry I went through (all after the phone was hung up – I am not one to curse at other people where they can actually hear me). So, doctor’s office, if you are reading this, you really had me worried, darn it.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Testing, Testing: One, Two, Three . . . Four?
I am afraid that the only thing more boring than listening to someone else's health problems in great detail is having someone explain his or her dreams to you. So, in the interest of being less boring, I will skip over the dream I had last night (vivid and interesting as it may be to me) and explain quickly the three-hour glucose tolerance test that I underwent on Thursday. (Trust me: I'll be quick.) First, the fun 12 hour fast. Then, upon arriving at the lab, blood was drawn just to make sure that the test could be performed. Next, a half-hour wait for the results from that test. That part of the test I passed, so I could move on to the next part: drinking ten ounces of a very sugary solution (called "glucola," which is actually a cute little name for a vile little drink). I never drank Jolt Cola, but imagine that is what it tastes like. After consuming the solution, I headed back to the waiting room to . . . well, wait. Movement is discouraged, as it can affect the outcome of the test, so I sat and sat and sat, trying to get comfortable, but never quite achieving comfort. At least I brought something with me to read. Blood was then drawn one hour after drinking, then two hours, then three hours. I got over being hungry after a few hours. I had to have all of the blood draws from my left arm, though, as my right is always quite stubborn and won't show a clear vein.
After the test (four blood draws in three and a half hours), I didn't feel as bad as I thought I would. I drove home and made lunch. As I ate lunch, I started shaking and felt dizzy, so I decided to lie down for a few minutes before heading into work. Hours later, Jeff came home and woke me up. I hadn't realized I was so tired. I should get the results of said test this coming week when I have my doctor's appointment.
Now, about this dream last night . . .
After the test (four blood draws in three and a half hours), I didn't feel as bad as I thought I would. I drove home and made lunch. As I ate lunch, I started shaking and felt dizzy, so I decided to lie down for a few minutes before heading into work. Hours later, Jeff came home and woke me up. I hadn't realized I was so tired. I should get the results of said test this coming week when I have my doctor's appointment.
Now, about this dream last night . . .
Sunday, August 12, 2007
I Don't Have Syphillis
I have been working on blogs on a couple of different topics, but my mind keeps going back to these thoughts that I just have to write down. They are, of course, pregnancy related thoughts, but once I get them out of my mind, I can go back to concentrating on the tv and movie blogs that I really want to write.
This week I got another bit of bad news. It seems that the bad news (though it has all been minor) just keeps piling up this pregnancy. Another bad test result. I haven't had this many bad test results since eighth grade algebra. This time, my glucose tolerance test came back a bit high. So, I have to have a retest this week and am not looking forward to it. The test consists of fasting, then drinking a nasty-tasting very sweet drink. Then, blood is drawn after one hour, again after two hours and then again after three hours. It is going to be a long morning. The nurse warned me that the test will likely make me sick and light-headed since it has to be done after fasting and blood is drawn three times. My bigger concern is, of course, the results of the test. A high result this time could mean gestational diabetes. So, after starting off with a miscarriage that wasn't a miscarriage and a thyroid that just won't function on its own, now I am worried that I am not producing enough insulin. I know I won't be truly at ease until after the baby is born and I can see whether he is healthy. As October inches closer, I get more nervous about his health. As I talked to the nurse about my test results, she did throw in "Well, you don't have syphillis," so I guess that is another positive.
So that is what I have to look forward to this week. I try to focus on the positive: good weight gain, very active moments (even in the middle of the night) and overall feeling pretty good right now (except of course for the tiredness, which never really goes away).
Friday I talked to Theresa, an old coworker who has a son two weeks older than Jude. We got to experience pregnancy together and she is now due again in three weeks. The first time, she had a troublesome pregnancy that resulted in her having to have total bedrest. I had no problems with Jude, except for the fact that he was breech. This time, Theresa is experiencing no problems and I keep having "funny" test results, so I guess you never can predict.
Yesterday I stood next to my cousin Ashley, my youngest cousin who found out that she is twelve weeks pregnant. She looked at me was lamenting that she doesn't even look pregnant and I just laughed. Soon enough Ashley. Soon enough.
This week I got another bit of bad news. It seems that the bad news (though it has all been minor) just keeps piling up this pregnancy. Another bad test result. I haven't had this many bad test results since eighth grade algebra. This time, my glucose tolerance test came back a bit high. So, I have to have a retest this week and am not looking forward to it. The test consists of fasting, then drinking a nasty-tasting very sweet drink. Then, blood is drawn after one hour, again after two hours and then again after three hours. It is going to be a long morning. The nurse warned me that the test will likely make me sick and light-headed since it has to be done after fasting and blood is drawn three times. My bigger concern is, of course, the results of the test. A high result this time could mean gestational diabetes. So, after starting off with a miscarriage that wasn't a miscarriage and a thyroid that just won't function on its own, now I am worried that I am not producing enough insulin. I know I won't be truly at ease until after the baby is born and I can see whether he is healthy. As October inches closer, I get more nervous about his health. As I talked to the nurse about my test results, she did throw in "Well, you don't have syphillis," so I guess that is another positive.
So that is what I have to look forward to this week. I try to focus on the positive: good weight gain, very active moments (even in the middle of the night) and overall feeling pretty good right now (except of course for the tiredness, which never really goes away).
Friday I talked to Theresa, an old coworker who has a son two weeks older than Jude. We got to experience pregnancy together and she is now due again in three weeks. The first time, she had a troublesome pregnancy that resulted in her having to have total bedrest. I had no problems with Jude, except for the fact that he was breech. This time, Theresa is experiencing no problems and I keep having "funny" test results, so I guess you never can predict.
Yesterday I stood next to my cousin Ashley, my youngest cousin who found out that she is twelve weeks pregnant. She looked at me was lamenting that she doesn't even look pregnant and I just laughed. Soon enough Ashley. Soon enough.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Happy Anniversary . . . To Me
You know the kind of families where there are aunts and uncles and cousins that get together every year for a family reunion? That is my family. So, August 11 will be dedicated to catching up on a year's worth of talking with relatives that I rarely get to see. (Actually I'll spend most of the day talking to my mom and step-dad since they don't get to see Jude very often, then talking to my younger cousin, Jen, about her second c-section, but I will make an effort to talk to other people as well.) August 11 will be my wedding anniversary, so Jeff and I celebrated a week early this year.
Jude went to Jeff's mom's house for the day and Jeff and I went to an early matinee of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (a good movie that felt too rushed -- too much from the book to try to pack into the movie). Then, on the way back from the movie, Jeff had to listen in painful detail to my explanations of what was missing from the movie since I just read the book a couple of months ago.
A bit later in the day, Jeff and I soaked up some Japanese culture. Generally, our immersion into Japanese culture is limited to Jeff's love of of Akira Kurasawa films and my fascination with Japanese horror films (more on that in my next blog). Last night, it meant going to our favorite teppan steakhouse for dinner. It has been our favorite eatery since we were dating and tends to be the place we go to for special occasions. Since we have been cutting costs while trying to save for baby #2, I thought for certain we would be going elsewhere for dinner and have to admit that I was a bit disappointed, especially since Jeff recommended that we go to a Chinese buffet (not bad food, but not even close to the tastiness of "our place"). However, as Jeff drove toward the restaurant, I smiled. I know that means we won't be eating out any time soon, but it was worth the splurge to celebrate the last six years. Six years. We were married nearly three years when Jude was born, but it is harder to remember those years -- for both of us. So, I celebrate us, but mostly, I celebrate Jeff: to the man who has put up with me for the last six years, but never once made me feel that we was just putting up with me. I love you.
Jude went to Jeff's mom's house for the day and Jeff and I went to an early matinee of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (a good movie that felt too rushed -- too much from the book to try to pack into the movie). Then, on the way back from the movie, Jeff had to listen in painful detail to my explanations of what was missing from the movie since I just read the book a couple of months ago.
A bit later in the day, Jeff and I soaked up some Japanese culture. Generally, our immersion into Japanese culture is limited to Jeff's love of of Akira Kurasawa films and my fascination with Japanese horror films (more on that in my next blog). Last night, it meant going to our favorite teppan steakhouse for dinner. It has been our favorite eatery since we were dating and tends to be the place we go to for special occasions. Since we have been cutting costs while trying to save for baby #2, I thought for certain we would be going elsewhere for dinner and have to admit that I was a bit disappointed, especially since Jeff recommended that we go to a Chinese buffet (not bad food, but not even close to the tastiness of "our place"). However, as Jeff drove toward the restaurant, I smiled. I know that means we won't be eating out any time soon, but it was worth the splurge to celebrate the last six years. Six years. We were married nearly three years when Jude was born, but it is harder to remember those years -- for both of us. So, I celebrate us, but mostly, I celebrate Jeff: to the man who has put up with me for the last six years, but never once made me feel that we was just putting up with me. I love you.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
It's Not Right . . . But It's Fair
Wednesday night was my first foray into county fairdom in quite some time. Years ago when Jeff was trying to woo me, we headed to the fair one sultry summer evening for elephant ears and carnies. A good time was had by all.
Jude had never been to the fair, so we decided to empty our savings account and treat him to an evening there. Of course the very pregnant lady wanted to try every greasy, fried incarnation of "food" (settling on chicken that wasn't at all greasy, then half an elephant ear) while the men (Jeff and Jude) decided to ride the carousel. For a moment, I thought I would be able to take Jude on his first little rides, then remembered that I am eleven months pregnant and not able to whip around on carnival rides. I enjoyed being a bystander near the dizzy whirlwind of horses and children, big and small.
Walking around in the 90-degree heat, Jude's eyes were immediately drawn to a tractor pull. We stopped our gypsy wandering and settled down onto bleachers to watch tractors. Actually, I ended up watching Jude watching tractors until the heat became too unbearable and had to pull myself away from the excitement. Watching whatever fascinates Jude fascinates me.
Earlier this week, I had to throw away my cute comfy sandals that I have had for several years because they simply fell apart. I had to shop for shoes -- which I hate -- and ended up settling on not-quite-as-cute black sandals. After walking around for a couple hours in the new sandals, I cursed the stupid new footwear. My feet were swollen and I had nasty blisters on the tops and sides of my feet. Ah, pregnancy. Still, next time we go, I'll be able to sit beside Jude on the carousel horses and feel the wind through my hair.
Jude had never been to the fair, so we decided to empty our savings account and treat him to an evening there. Of course the very pregnant lady wanted to try every greasy, fried incarnation of "food" (settling on chicken that wasn't at all greasy, then half an elephant ear) while the men (Jeff and Jude) decided to ride the carousel. For a moment, I thought I would be able to take Jude on his first little rides, then remembered that I am eleven months pregnant and not able to whip around on carnival rides. I enjoyed being a bystander near the dizzy whirlwind of horses and children, big and small.
Walking around in the 90-degree heat, Jude's eyes were immediately drawn to a tractor pull. We stopped our gypsy wandering and settled down onto bleachers to watch tractors. Actually, I ended up watching Jude watching tractors until the heat became too unbearable and had to pull myself away from the excitement. Watching whatever fascinates Jude fascinates me.
Earlier this week, I had to throw away my cute comfy sandals that I have had for several years because they simply fell apart. I had to shop for shoes -- which I hate -- and ended up settling on not-quite-as-cute black sandals. After walking around for a couple hours in the new sandals, I cursed the stupid new footwear. My feet were swollen and I had nasty blisters on the tops and sides of my feet. Ah, pregnancy. Still, next time we go, I'll be able to sit beside Jude on the carousel horses and feel the wind through my hair.
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