And... it's almost JuneHoly cow it's almost June, where did 2008 go? I seem to remember that '00 was not that long ago, and I was buying water and conserving canned goods like it was no tomorrow. OK, so I wasn't since I was at home on vacation from college, but I'm sure a lot of other people were. Let's see, so it's been ... quite a few months since I've blogged, where to begin? I read one of the featured posts yesterday by http://www.xanga.com/spokenfor, and the entry was 10 reasons why i'd make an exceptional wife. Like a bad car accident, I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help myself. I definitely decided that I shouldn't have, and that apparently women's suffrage was a waste of time, but I did make a comment on her page, so I don't just dish and don't comment. Here's the one that I particularly enjoyed: I love to cook and I'm good at it. Another thing I've learned is that many of my peers don't know how to cook nor have the desire to learn. Poor guys. Poor guys? Poor guys? What about poor girls? Where are all the Hung's and Harold's of the world? It would have been nice to see a blog which actually provided positive insight to this person, without insulting other women. If I had to write a list like that, it would be something like: 1. I'm already a wife, so obviously I'm exceptional (so kidding, seriously). 2. I consider myself smart and witty. In my opinion, whenever people start off saying things like I'm smart or fill in any adjective, it usually means that they are not. In general. In my opinion. I mean, yeah, I think I'm smart, am I a genius? No. But I'm not a ditz either. 3. I am mildly food adventurous, I will try mostly anything once. 4. I love traveling (but I don't do it enough). 5. If you enjoy sarcastic, dry, deadpan humor, I'm the one to make you smile. 6. I have calves you will be envious of for days (if you're a guy). 7. I'm rich (just kidding). 8. I have great friends. 9. I love dogs (you better too). 10. I don't cook (hardly ever) and if you've ever tried my cooking you'd be thankful. Anyways, do you see what I mean? In another news... there has been a few changes since 2007. In January I got admitted to a Master's program to a school downtown, so I was all set to go to school in the fall.... Until March 25th. When I peed on a stick (3 of them) and discovered that I wouldn't be going to school in the fall as I am pregnant! That's right, the big P. As of today, I am a little less than 15 weeks pregos. Very scary. If I had blogged a few weeks ago, it would've read "crap, shit, crap, shit, goddamn, motherfreaking, etc. etc." Now it reads, I like when George rubs my tummy (or butt) at night with cocoa butter. I don't know if it'll really prevent stretch marks, but it's a nice time when we bond and he reads from the book from the hospital to the belly. Mostly I fall asleep or try to tune it out as I am mostly grossed/freaked out by most of the stuff I am reading. I spent the majority of the first month crying every other day about being pregnant. Of course, I discovered that just being a little sad led to hysterical crying and sobbing and gross boogers, so I tried to stop. Which was hard. Now I feel much better, I am out of that first-trimester-tired-as-all-hell stuff, which is good. But now I am in the tightening clothes phase. You know how your clothes start off fine at the beginning fo the day, but by the end of the day you can't wait to peel them off. Well, that is now how my day starts. Although to date I have not gained any weight (since I found out I was P), so that is a good sign. I've been working out very consistently, although my food intake is debatebly healthy, but I take my vits religiously. Just popped another one in fact. So far the due date is Halloween, it was originally October 13th, but that was an estimate as I don't keep track of my . So I just picked a date. I guess it was wrong. That's what's going on with me, whoopee! | 
