Okay, first off I have to say: all of you chick-lit loving girls (whether or not you admit it can remain a secret) HAVE TO READ this book. I have it right here with me, it's called "Notes from the Underbelly" and the author is Risa Green. Just to give you an idea of how funny this girl is, in her acknowledgements she thanks her "delicious daughter Harper." Ha! She calls her daughter DELICIOUS!! So I'm a little further into it now and I know what it's about: this girl who is a college admissions counselor with a Wheaten Terrier and a really hilarious husband, hates kids. Well, she doesn't really hate them, but she definitely doesn't want them. But her husband does. She is sooooo grumpy and funny, and she's got these two friends, one of which is even grouchier than she is, and the other one is Miss Cheerful Pants. There is some side story about tutoring a student over summer vacation too, but I'm just getting to that part so I'm not sure where it's going to go. But it doesn't matter what the story is. It's just so hilarious to read!!
What's not so hilarious is that annoying man that I posted about awhile back, the one who looked me up and down and said "you're getting BIG." Well I met Alison at Vienna for coffee this morning and unfortunately that same man sat down beside us and interrupted our conversation to ask me if I'd swallowed a pumpkin seed. I will fully admit that I was rude to him. I mean I didn't tell him to shut up or anything, but I think I did a fairly good job of showing my irritation. I don't think he caught on. Before he left he told me that he's the oldest of 12 children and that his mom was five feet tall with huge boobs, and he made hand motions when he said that last part. It was pretty gross as you can probably imagine. And he spits when he talks too, so he spit all over Alison and me and that was pretty nasty too. Now my baby's probably going to come out with some psycho disease that he caught from nasty, spitty man who says nothing but inappropriate things at loud volumes. Ugh.
But it was really fun to go out with Alison (as it always is) and just before I met up with her, Matt Spencer texted me and invited me to lunch! So from Vienna with Alison I went to McCords for lunch with Matt and Suzanne! It was a Catholic schools half day so all the St. Boniface kids were there and they all said "Hi, Mrs. Schap!" and it made me happy that they remember me.
On the way back to my car I ran into Adam (of Adam & Dawn) who was walking their ADORABLE Bassett Hound. I really like Adam because he's always so cheery and sweet. He told me I look adorable and I thanked him and admitted that I don't feel very adorable anymore. Although last night Martin said I looked cute. I guess that's something he used to say a lot more often... you know... when he saw me on a regular basis. Oh well, the travel season is quickly drawing to a close, thank goodness.
So I came home from lunch and was too tired to go straight out again to the grocery store. So I flopped down on the couch and started reading my book and loving it. And now it's after 2:00 and I have to make all those cookies and something quick for dinner because Martin's getting home late from work and then our breastfeeding class is at 6. It doesn't really matter if we miss it--it was free, and it's not like it's a one-on-one thing. We wouldn't be wasting anyone's time and we could get "The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding" from the library and read it together if we want to. Can you sense my laziness? But really more than being lazy, I HAVE to get these cookies baked.
My face is breaking out. Gross.
I am so ready to have this baby. I saw the Scoops people today at Vienna with their little Safia who is so cute and can walk now and has her ears pierced like Gracie. I'm excited to have a little friend with me all the time and I'm sick of people telling me how huge I am. Alison and I were wondering about that today--why is it complete strangers think it's perfectly acceptable to comment on pregnant ladies giganticness? I KNOW that I should embrace my belly and revel in my hugeness and enjoy my pregnancy. And I have. I've REALLY enjoyed it. And I embraced my belly for a long time, and I've had a really good time being pregnant and anticipating this new arrival. But now I'm ready to not be pregnant anymore. I'm ready to just get on with it.
P.S. Today is the full moon and the rain is moving in as we speak. And I'm not in labor. So I guess I'll be listening to people's comments for another 4 weeks at least.
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When I was six months pregnant with George, and still working, I was in the elevator and this man standing next to me asked me if I had swallowed a watermelon.
A few days later I was telling a friend of mine, who happens to be a priest, the story, and he told me that I should've said, "Is that your head, or did your neck throw up?"
...it was really funny at the time. Anyway, since he's a priest I think I can pass this advice along to you as a legitimate response to the spitting man, should you happen to cross paths again.
That is SO funny. I hope I see spitty man again. And I hope when I do, I have the nerve to actually say that!!!
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