Wednesday, May 25, 2005

The Three Game

Hello internets! I’m so sorry I’ve been remiss in my blog-tending. The truth is, life has been pretty boring lately – boring in the “oh my God, this is what I waited so long for and I’m totally enjoying it and ignoring my blog” asshat kind of way. And I’ve been busy totally enjoying it and ignoring my blog.

To illustrate, I dug out my old dayplanners. To re-live the glory, if you will. Let’s take a stroll down memory lane.

May 25, 2001: It was the Friday before Memorial Day weekend. I have a work project deadline crossed off. I’m guessing it got cancelled. It was day 4 of my cycle (yes, I was charting way back then) but I’d had light spotting since the 12th. That’s 14 days of pantyliners, people. I should have known from that alone that there would be a difficult path ahead.

May 25, 2002: A Saturday. We were in Sioux Falls for my mom’s grad school graduation. Family meltdown. Not a fun weekend to reminisce about. The first miscarriage had happened 2½ weeks prior.

May 25, 2003: I have it recorded as Day 7, even though I’d been spotting on and off (mostly on) since the 3rd. This was normal for me. NORMAL. Can you believe that?

May 25, 2004: I was 28 weeks and one day pregnant. Excerpts from my journal: “Twenty-eight weeks. I am stuck between wondering how this has managed to go so fast and why it isn’t done yet? … My belly is stretching all the time. The stretch marks are very itchy. Other than that and the occasional sore hips in the evening, I feel really good.”

Three days later I felt the first kicks.

May 25, 2005: While I was getting ready this morning Em sat at my feet and scratched my legs. She was trying to grasp my robe so she could pull herself up. I waved the blowdryer at her wild hair and she squinched her eyes and laughed.

See how much better that is?

And now, because Elise is making me tagged me and what the hell, I need a topic, The 3 Game:

3 names I go by:

Screen-names I've had:

3 physical things I like about myself:
My long, strong fingernails
My ankles
Damn, this is hard. Couldn’t it just be “The 2 Game?”

3 physical things I dislike about myself:
Finally, an easy question.
Waist (or lack thereof)
Thick upper arms

3 parts of my heritage:

3 things I am wearing right now:
Wedding ring
Ugly red sweater I keep at my desk because my office is FREEZING. (Oops, I mean, I’m on my lunch break. Yes. Totally on my break.)

3 favorite bands / musical artists:
Of all time, or currently? Because that all depends on my mood.
Billy Joel
Sheryl Crow
Barenaked Ladies

3 favorite songs:
“About Me” by Keri Noble
“Float On” by Modest Mouse
“Somewhere Only We Know” by Keane

3 things I want in a relationship:

3 physical things about the preferred sex that appeal to me:

*Some (Ok, most) of you may not know that my husband’s nickname is
HotPants. And I didn’t even give it to him. (L is for Love, Honey!)

3 of my favorite hobbies:
Eating great food that I didn’t cook
Lounging at the lake in the summer

3 things I want to do really badly right now:
Lounge at the lake
Eat large quantities of whatever I want
Leave work early

3 things that scare me:
Eating large quantities of whatever I want
When Em or Lucy and Murphy get sick

3 of my everyday essentials:
Wedding ring

3 careers you have considered or are considering:
Television news producer (I actually did that one)
Speech pathologist
Decorative painting or furniture refinishing

3 places you want to go on vacation:
New York

3 kids' names you like:
Em’s whole name (duh)

3 things you want to do before you die:
Get old
Enjoy my family
Have a job where I work for the satisfaction, not for the money

3 ways I am stereotypically a boy:
I will leave the house without makeup or doing my hair
I will wear (some of) the same clothes two days in a row
I can identify almost any make and model of car on sight

3 ways I am stereotypically a chick:
I ask questions during movies
I own shoes that go specifically with one outfit
I have trouble programming the VCR because it’s also hooked up to a
receiver and a digital cable box and I forget what channels everything is
supposed to be set to. Sometimes I record an hour of static because JUST
ONE setting is off. We so need TiVo.

3 celeb crushes:
George Clooney
Brad Pitt
David Boreanaz

That was fun! OK, who plays next:
  • Shari

  • Kelli

  • Krissy
  • Thursday, May 12, 2005

    Blah, blah, blah

    So the last few weeks have kind of flown by. Work has been so busy that I've pretty much been avoiding anything having to do with writing when I'm at home. No bills, no birthday cards, not even a shopping list.

    Ok, that's not entirely true. I have done a few e-mails here and there, and one late-evening chat that was pretty fun.

    One of the reasons I was nervous about starting a blog was that I didn't want it to feel like a chore. I figured eventually it would, I just didn't figure it would be so soon. Sometimes I wish my life was more dramatic, so it would be easier to write about. But that's stupid, I know. I'm so thankful that everything is smooth sailing for us these days. Back when I was in infertility drama overload it was just about killing me. So I'll take this any day.

    Canon rented office space this week. He's picked out paint chips and gave his last final at the university today. The business is going strong. Em is pulling herself up from sitting to standing. She's doing lots more tummy time and scooting backwards pretty well. The only problem is that's not the way she wants to go, and it's really pissing her off. That girl can screech like a velociraptor.

    And me, I'm just hobbling along, trying to get a productive day here and there. I've got a cold that's kicking my ass. Lately I've been missing small details at work and forgetting some pretty basic stuff. It's not really like me, and that's really bothering me. How can I bitch about the doofi I work with when I can't even get my stuff right? I think it's time for a vacation.

    Anyone else remember when Jerry, the desk clerk on ER, was a high school student on "Parker Lewis Can't Lose?" Now he's got a gray goatee. Damn, I feel old.

    And there we have it: B.O.R.I.N.G., with all the bad --and all the good-- that goes along with it.

    Sunday, May 01, 2005

    In A New Light

    Tonight I got a new house.

    I've lived here for 19 months, but it finally feels like mine. Isn't that stupid? All we did was switch a light fixture. But it was one of those little detail things that just makes this place feel like mine.

    I remember when we bought our first house. It was a good house, but I just wasn't in love with it. I hated the wallpaper, and the whiteness. White carpet and white walls with white trim. One weekend, before I had a baby and two dogs, I stayed up all night painting and pulling up carpet while Canon was on a hunting trip. And on the day we replaced the Wonder Years-era light fixture that hung over the kitchen table, it turned into my house. It finally felt like home.

    And now, so does this place. I don't know exactly what it is about the light fixtures, but it's amazing how much they can change the way I see a place. And apparently, the way I feel about it, too.