*It’s not even REMOTELY spring here, in case you were wondering. Though sometimes the daytime temps reach above freezing and feel downright WARM to locals, it’s mostly still cold, snowy, and BLAH. In fact, we’re experiencing a much-anticipated winter storm RIGHT NOW, wherein they predicted a FOOT or two of snow and everyone was all hyped up, though it looks like it’ll be just a few inches. (This always happens with the overly anticipated storms, by the way. They end up being nothing.)
*But still. I’d rather have ZERO inches, or maybe the several feet of snow we have on the ground to MELT? Would that be too much to ask, in MARCH? (I think not.)
*I’ve spent most of this pregnancy not feeling settled AT ALL about this baby, but slowly I’m starting to accept that this is a viable pregnancy, and we ARE going to have a baby at the end of summer. (I’m due, in fact, the same week school starts! I RULE at timing!) I bought the cutest, wee-est orange striped pants that have remained on my night stand, a sunny little reminder that OMG! BABY! In fact, I keep thinking I’m feeling the baby move. I’m only 13 weeks, so it’s probably just gas, but it sure FEELS like baby.
*Additionally, food tastes like food again, which is kind of fun. Except that I’m still not all that INTERESTED in food, for the most part, which is so unlike me that it makes me laugh. According to the doctor’s scale, I lost 12 pounds in three weeks, and then 4 more in one week, and all this baby really demands is salads; caesar to be exact. I’m also craving an Olive Garden salad, and have been for a while, and David has STILL not found a reason to take me there. I think we can agree that he’s failing as Expectant Father. (Also, SALAD??? Am I gestating a food douche??)
*Tomorrow morning, my girls are trying out for their elementary school talent show. There’s a group of them, actually; six little girls that are going to pretend to be at a slumber party and sing a (who else??) Taylor Swift song. I’ve been watching Kate and Joan wrestle their Extreme Shy with their Desire To Perform. I feel so triumphant for them that their Desire To Perform seems to be winning. Having a group of girls to perform with certainly will help, and their little act is pretty well prepared, so I’m hopeful that they get in.
*Having two kids in the act made me the default Stage Mom, which go ahead, I’ll wait for you to stop laughing. (Are you done yet?) You are right that I am woefully underqualified for such a position, but at least this IS only an ELEMENTARY LEVEL talent show, right? My usual mode of operation with this kind of thing would be “Ooops. We forgot to prepare an act! OH WELL.” HOWEVER, Joan AND Kate BOTH brought home “What I want to be when I grow up” projects from school, and both waxed poetically about wanting to be a singer. Joan’s even said “I want to help people with my music and make them happy when they hear my singing” or something like that. How can I NOT help them try out?
*And there it is again… a little squiggle in my belly. Really? I can feel the baby? At 13 weeks? Weird.
*I have not picked up my camera in a long LONG time, and I would feel more guilty about that if there had been anything (no, really, any. thing.) to photograph around here. But unless I wanted to document our piles of used tissues, chapped noses, and pale winter faces, or perhaps the mounds of dirty, blackish snow that line every outside surface, there’s nothing to see here.
*Tell me: have we– collectively as an internet– answered the age-old questions of a) how clean does an empty peanut butter jar have to be to put it in the recycling? and b) how does one achieve such cleanliness? My current method is to fill it with hot water and Dawn dish soap (takes grease out of your way!), wait a day, rinse it out, and then blindly toss into recycling. Is this proper procedure? Close enough? I remain befuddled each time we empty another jar…
*I forgot how to end blog posts, but I think I just stop typing? Like this?