So it feels like I may be on the verge of getting sick - sadface. Such a miserable thing when you're pregnant and not allowed to pop aspirin and cold medicine every ten minutes (just kidding...every fifteen). But I promised to write about this and I probably need to before I sit around to the point that I'm like, "Wait, what did we even do?"

Yeah, that happens to me. A lot.

So here's the basis of it: my mom came into town Thursday, and Friday after Daniel got off work we headed to Barstow (where mom lives). There wasn't really much to the day...just a four hour car ride, and then we watched Juno as we fell asleep. I forgot how much that movie rocks, especially with all the Kimya Dawson hanging around on the soundtrack. So awesome.

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Saturday we slept in and basically hung around the house until around 3 in the afternoon. I'm not sure if you've ever heard of Barstow, but if you haven't, I'm going to assume your life is a lot more interesting than mine. The town is awful. Think of that Disney movie Cars come to life - it's probably exactly like that.

Anyway, once we were all up and dressed, Mom took us to a local secondhand store where we looked at baby clothes (so cute!) and then we went to Food 4 Less to pick up (basically) junk food. We headed back to the house, barbecued, and then packed up the van and took the family to the drive-in. I loved it! My dad used to take my sisters and I almost monthly, so it's been pretty lame since ours shut down. Of course Barstow would still have one - just to prove to me that they can one-up us in some way.

Oh, we watched Mr. Popper's Penguins (sp?) and Super 8. They were both pretty alright.

On Sunday, we woke up at about 7-something and headed to Chino around 9-something (where we had even more barbecue). My grandma's husband has this thing where he'll sit a pile of food right in front of you so that it stares you down and makes you feel guilty about the fact that it's not being eaten, so there was that.

And we had watermelon! Which I've been craving so badly (for months), so it was amazing. And there was strawberry shortcake involved, so food-wise I was a pretty happy camper. Nana sat and talked with me for a while and seemed to enjoy Boyfriend, and I told her that I want to use her middle name for my baby's if it turns out to be a girl (two more days until I know, two more, two!) and she told me the history behind it. It was wonderful.

The drive between Barstow and Chino is an hour and a half, so Sunday consisted of probably three hours in the car. Monday we headed back to town, four more hours. The entire weekend was about eleven total. By the time we got home, I had never been happier to walk.

And yeah, that's probably that. I'm not sure if I have anything more to say...hm.

Oh, of course I do: my little brother is a lunatic. And because of him, I now have a Grenade parody permanently stuck in  my head.

 

The biggest problem might be that Brother sings it better than the original. So now I can't even completely enjoy it alone at night when it's stuck on repeat somewhere deep in my brain. Damn.

Gees, nine months is a long time. Pregnancy sucks, and I don't want to wait for you anymore.

Sleeping before 4am is totally allowed, Self. And you might appreciate the thought after the baby comes. Why the hell are you spending your days tired while you still have the choice to sleep?

And wait, seriously? How are you keeping me awake? You're not even here yet.

Unwarranted pregnancy and parenting advice is bad enough without realizing that you're receiving it from women with no children of their own. Why, why do you people feel the need to do this?

Stop telling me what's going to happen and how I'm going to feel. It's not going to happen the exact same way for me.

Why is it that when you're pregnant, you suddenly feel the need to be friendly with other pregnant women (and women with infants)? I don't feel it in that 'I absolutely need to discuss parenting methods and our views on this and that and tell me your child's name even though we're never going to see each other again' kind of way, but I feel it in the way that you just have to make eye contact and smile like you have an unspoken bond. Is it just me?

At least there are no weird cravings. I just want a lot of fruit and fries and anything with cheese - but not together, they're just the things I want most often. I can't eat Mexican food or dairy (with the exception of cheese, for whatever reason). They have a plot against me.

I'm 5+ months and I don't feel all nice and pretty and pregnant, I just feel fat. I haven't gotten to wear adorable maternity clothes, I haven't gotten any stretchy jeans (although mine are getting a little bit tight - and not in a cute way...if that can ever even be cute). I just feel thick and bloated and gross.

Still, no matter how much I complain about being pregnant (mostly when I'm out and moving and there's a pain in the right side of my pelvis, which like always happens), I can't get over it. It's more amazing than anything. I love to feel my baby moving, and, even though it was one of my greatest fears when I was younger (I was really weird), I can't wait to birth this baby.

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I can't wait!