
There are some very devoted smokers that work in the building next to me. Pretty much any time, morning or afternoon, rain, wind, sleet, snow, or scorching sun I can see a group of them out my window. Since almost nobody I work with smokes, there is a long running tradition of mocking the smokers outside our tinted windows. They are referred to as the most devoted/committed people on earth. I have to wonder, is there anything that I would stand outside in sub-zero temperatures in a blizzard for almost 20 minutes for? Um.... nothing much is coming to mind. I have to wonder about how that affects job productivity.
The downside of having a desk job while pregnant is starting to manifest itself. My legs are constantly going numb and my bottom aches from sitting. When I stand up the sensation of stretching the muscles in my lower abdomen is remarkable and I usually end up making a surprised/painful face. I'm afraid I am absolutely doomed to varicose veins and hemorrhoids, no if, ands, or buts about it. **sigh**
The "big ultrasound" is tomorrow morning and I don't know if I'm more excited or apprehensive. Renn's family really wants a boy (for grandkids they have 4 girls and no boys so far), my family really wants a girl (especially my little sister), my boss says she's convinced I'm having a boy, and Renn has said at least once that he thought we'd have a girl first. Me? I have no inclination either way, whatsoever. I am, however very overwhelmed at the thought of being a mother to sons... based on my 3 brothers. If I had a girl who was like me, I think I could handle that. If I had a girl who was not like me... that might be even scarier than a boy. Oooh, I don't know what to think, it hurts my brain.
In a secretive way I'm almost as excited to be skipping morning rush hour traffic tomorrow as I am about the ultrasound. It makes such a difference to take that chunk of horror out of my day.
And is it just me, or are rock-chips in the windshield more likely to occur when the driver is already having a bad day? In the last two weeks my 3 worst days have all been topped off by nice dime-sized rock-chips. Of course due to the fact that it's still WINTER (groan) one has already cracked (a nice 2-foot crack) before I had a chance to get them fixed. Sounds like Mr. Renn gets to take my car to the windshield store soon. Isn't life expensive?
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