Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Sugar and Spice

If one more person says, "oh, well you can try for a boy after this one" I'm going to punch them.

I am ecstatic about being able to raise two strong independent girls. My mom did. I love the bond that I share with my sister, something that isn't the same with a brother I'm sure. The weight of the world is on my shoulders thinking about the proper way to keep their self esteem up in a world filled with plastic ideals, and let them know that they don't have to have a man to be happy, that they are beautiful and smart and deserve every bit out of life as a man does.
It's when people give me this "so sorry" look about having another girl. It makes me want to scream. One would think in this society, in the middle of one of the most liberal places in the world, people wouldn't still have that idea that your family is not complete without a boy. I guess there's no way around sexism in this world. Thank you for making me even more of a feminist than I already was.

I love my girls. Even when one is rolling her eyes and the other is rolling on top of my bladder. I love them. And wouldn't change a damn thing.

Here's to the first week of my last trimester!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

I went to Whole Foods today. I don't normally shop there because it's ridiculously expensive!
When did hippies start making so much money?
Anyway, I want to be rich so I can shop there all the time. I live in a town that is not exactly full of nice people. Especially for someone from the South where people are nice even if you aren't.
Back to Whole Foods, I was allowed in the door first by a nice young lady who gave me the, "aw look at you pregnant lady" look. Then right beside the organic, picked by well paid farmers, and no-pesticides, blah blah blah...there he was...Brad Freaking Pitt. I stopped in my tracks. This guy (who was not surrounded by children so obviously not the real Brad Pitt) must get this reaction a lot because he smiled and laughed at me a little. Not a "you dumb ass" laugh, a "I know, I look like him, it's ok" laugh.
Throughout the entire time I was there, everyone was super nice. But not in being paid to be nice way. Just nice. It was refreshing. I could spend hours in there. It's my little getaway. I know I usually spend 20 minutes looking at the spices alone. And then the CHEESE!! yum.

People think I'm crazy because I don't like the smell of glass cups. They are gross. It smells like detergent and old milk. And it's not just mine, it's everyones. I am also the girl that has always covered an open glass if someone farts around me while I'm drinking. Who wants fart smell in their tea? I've been using two plastic cups from Wendy's for about 6 months now. So to please my husband, sister, and my weird smell aversions I found a plastic reusable cup. It looks just like one from a restaurant or convenience store (personal favorite plastic cup brand). It even has a cute handlebar mustache on it.

so there you go....food and funny smells...isn't that what pregnancy is really about?

the plastic mustache cup.