Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Two Things

Point 1: Today, I have stayed all day in my pajamas. I did shower, but put my PJs back on afterwards. They're not "sexy" jammies-- the pants are from a Dr. Seuss book (they have "Red Fish" on them). And a white half sleeve shirt. Comfort is important when:

Point 2: You have the feeling of having a perpetual hangover. What sucks about this is that as the concerned "with child" woman that I am, I am not given the pleasure of the night before the hangover. No drinking. But the hangover. That's what my child's "morning sickness" phase feels like. You know how when you have that medium-bad hangover you just can't bring yourself to do anything useful? And you want to lie on the couch (and or bed) and simply moan quietly. Perhaps have some chicken soup?

I think it's probably very appropriate, fitting even, for the child of Andrew & me to begin its first few months of life as a vague feeling of hangover-ish-ness. Given that is probably how said child will spend its entire college time if he/she is anything like his/her father. (I on the other hand was a perfect angel the entire time of my undergraduate career. Made almost all As. ((except for the evils of math. and a couple of science courses which required math.)) This is the God's honest truth, although I know you're smiling and saying "yeah, sure." I was sort of boring in college, really. Still am.)

Anyway. Point 2 is the reason why I felt it perfectly appropriate to stay in my PJs all day. Tomorrow I will have to attempt to be a responsible human being and go teach my aerobics class. But for today, nothing worthwhile has been accomplished. I am very hopeful that when the "first trimester" is over, I will be fatter but back to more like normal. As in, no more hangover feeling.

Anyway. You feel sympathy for me I'm sure. And I have something to "lord over" the future child... "darling, when I was pregnant with you I had a hangover for three months"..... Hmmmm. I probably will have to save that one till they're in college. When they will sympathize. And I'll cook them bacon every morning. ::evil grin::

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