So that girl at Starbucks that judged me for drinking caffeine? Last week, she hooked me up with a free hazelnut latte, so we're all good now. Clearly, the way to my heart is through gifts. G wanted to know why this has never worked for him. If he tries to buy me things after a fight, I usually just gripe about how he always "wants to throw money at the problem." But I'm pretty sure it's because he hasn't tried buying the right things. I suggested massages next time.
Speaking of which, I enjoyed a very nice prenatal one last week, compliments of YL (thanks chica!). It was for my birthday a while back, and I finally got a chance to use it. And wondered why I haven't used my pregnancy as an excuse to get weekly massages. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've tried to take advantage at home plenty of times, but G's are pitiful at best because he loses interest within a minute or two. His idea of rubbing my shoulders was to get me a hand massager for Christmas (see - he likes to throw money at the problem but in all the wrong ways!). This was so much nicer. Plus, the masseuse refused to accept my tip. This was all on the same day I got my free coffee, making me realize that there's something be said for this whole pregnancy thing.
The little melon, by the way, is getting bigger and bigger. I can literally see my stomach move around in waves now when s/he rolls around in there. And it's a little freaky - I feel like I have this alien trying to kick its way out of my belly.
A few people have asked why I always refer to the little bugger as some sort of fruit. It's just that Peanut seems kind of boring (and anyway, it would be the largest peanut in history at this point). Every week I get a weekly update from a baby website chronicling how the baby's growing that week. The site always compares the size to something else (usually veggies or fruit), and I've just taken to doing the same. This week, it apparently weights as much as a crenshaw melon, but I have no idea what that is exactly (other than that it apparently weighs 6 pounds).
All the web updates tell me that the kid is pretty much considered full term now and could potentially come out at any moment. Which scares me shitless because we're so not ready. So I guess you could add that to one more thing not to say to a pregnant woman (I've already heard it from several people around the office: "ooh, you're so close!!!").
And finally, after months/years of thinking anyone who chose not to use disposable diapers was admirable but insane, we've started entertaining the thought of maybe using cloth diapers. So if you know anything about them, please let me know.
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