just saw this on another journal.

huggy jesus.

went to the OB this morning. i gained 2 pounds. whoopee! i haven't been this happy about gaining weight, ever. and it never was hard before this. ::sigh:: anyway, i heard this guy's heartbeat again and told the doctor about how i felt him – about 2 weeks ago, for the first time. i was at my parents' house, and BC was sitting in my lap. we were reading a story. suddenly, i think she must have sat on the baby, because i felt this push, as if he was screaming “get the hell OFFA me!” it was pretty funny, one of those jokes that only you can get because only you can feel it happening.

i told my OB this. i also told me of how this pregnancy is different from my first. how i hate food.

“how much weight did you gain with the first pregnancy?” he asked.

“35 pounds.”

“a girl, huh?” he said.

“yep,” i replied.

he scratched his head and smiled. “boy, you're gonna have FUN with THIS one,” he said, laughing. “he's gonna be a tough cookie.”

joy to the world.

well, lessee.

last night, BS invited BC to watch rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer, a tv show we enjoyed as kids. however, he forgot to remember that when he was little, parts of it were scary, even to him, brave little boy that i am sure he was. well. BC was TERRIFIED, and i cannot understate that word, of the abominable snowman. so much so that it took forever to get her to sleep. seems she is terrified that abominable is going to come after her. nevermind that hermie/herbie/whatever-the-hell-his-name-is removed all his teeth and he became a friendly bumble. nevermind that she has a little book on being helpful that stars abominable, who: helps out mrs claus by holding her yarn while she knits, provides a soft resting place for rudolph and clarice, and does other very nice things. she was petrified.

thanks a lot, hun.

so finally, i got her to sleep telling her about the silly rabbit and magician on frosty. then she wisely announced, “maybe i shouldn't watch rudolph for now.”

smart kid.

JOE STRUMMER JUST DIED.

now my day has really gone to hell 🙁

don't piss santa off the night before she is going to buy stuff for your stocking 😉

this weekend, BC saw a charlie brown christmas and frosty the snowman for the first time, two holiday programs that i watched religiously every year growing up. (charlie brown was first shown the year that i was born.) i know it is just TV, but it made me so happy watching her watching those shows, especially charlie brown, which has always been my favorite holiday show. sure, there are all those cheesy rankin-bass shows from the 1970s that i saw, too, but they never held a candle to charlie. listening to her laugh at snoopy was worth the price of admission. watching her dance when schroeder was playing linus and lucy was a hoot.

very upset. BC and BS just went to see a puppet version of “the nutcracker.” i very much wanted to go. but my legs are really hurting a lot when i walk. specifically, just below my calves. i seriously hurt, although i did nothing athletic to merit the honor. i am about to go take a bath now. i hope soaking my legs makes them feel better.

i am really, really upset about this.

the house still smells like PORK.

P U! How do you people EAT that sort of thing and not vomit immediately afterward? it is a dirty animal that is loaded with all sorts of nasty bacteria. nasty, stinky, pork!

i woke up last night in the middle of the night and STILL smelled it. we tried opening windows, putting on fans, and still — the whole freaking house has that rancid, porky smell. BS has already apologized — of his own volition, i might add — twice. he has also suggested i bake bread to help cover the smell. as if anything will ever cover that rank, disgusting, putrid smell. as if i might even EAT bread that might have that gross odor attached to it. scented candles, anyone?

and its only about a week since i can handle most smells without barfing. (and yes, i barfed this morning.) boy, this might set me back a week. grrrr.

we have had a house rule that has worked for now, say, nearly 13 years: when i am not home, you can eat pork. i don't want to see it, smell it, or experience the realization that it has touched my pots, pans or dishes. on holidays, BS is entitled to make bacon — somehow, smoked bacon does not bother me so much (probably because i could SWEAR my grandpa sometimes made it when i was young – i don't know why but i think that is true.) and, of course, BS is entitled to have ham as luncheon meat – that doesn't smell, so i can ignore it safely. but no pork cooking when i am around. somehow, BS lost his head last night and heated up his leftovers from last week. BC helped me hide upstairs in the evening from the smell. but we couldn't escape for long.

“mommy,” BC said, “daddy porked the house.”

i couldn't have said it better myself.

i was trying to place an order at gymboree online for some things for BC and the baby-to-be, and i ended up caught in an endless loop. hence, i had to call up and place the order the old fashioned way. i ended up talking with a gentleman from france. after placing the order, we ended up talking about travelling to the DC metro area, his life in california, how he lived in japan before this, and my feeble attempts to speak french when i visited paris a few years ago. what a lovely gentleman.

only i could end up chatting away with a customer service guy. but he was so nice and helpful, and you know, its like nearly 5am in CA where he is finishing up his shift on the phone. i bet he probably hoped for someone to wake him up so he could remember to go home.

night shifts suck.

i am currently hiding out here in our office. BS is cooking something with pork that he started to eat last week while i was out of town. he said he has to cook the rest of it now and eat it for dinner before it goes bad.

goes bad? i asked, how would you know the difference?

pork. the other blight meat.