Eight Reason Why a Pregnant Woman is Like a Hobbit:
Everyone keeps asking for a baby update, so here goes.
I'm about 5 1/2 months along now. A couple of weeks ago, my tummy had a growth spurt and went from being vaguely roundish to roughly dumpling shaped. I am now a walking impersonation of a pot-sticker. :-)
Pregnancy is a funny thing. Some days it's okay. Some days it's even a little fun. People are awful nice to you when you're pregnant. Everyone wants to know how you are and how you're feeling. Strangers smile at you and go out of their way to open doors for you. Friends volunteer to rub your back, carry things for you.
My 28th birthday came to pass on Sunday. Another day older and another day wiser. . . or something. My friends wanted to throw me a party, take me out to dinner, what-have-you. I resisted. Perhaps it's a nesting thing, but I haven't been feeling particularly social lately and leaving the house generally feels like more trouble than it's worth. (Apparently cleaning the house has also seemed like more trouble than it's worth because I haven't been doing much of that either.)
You would think that folks in the Davis area would know not to plan events on Picnic Day. You would think.
Don't you hate "Coming Soon" signs? Okay, "hate" is a strong word, but they're definitely irritating. They provide very little information. How about "Coming Next Week" or "Hopefully Coming By The Beginning Of Summer" or even "We're Working On It But Honestly We Don't Know When It's Going To Be Done." At least that gives you something. But what's soon?
