Hmmmm. Seems like a pretty good deal to me!

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Number 1:

Do you think anyone really cares how your weekend is or do you think the answer should fall into the same category as the ‘How are you? question.

Because, I? Do not really care how your weekend was. I really don’t want to hear the mundane details. And I wouldn’t bore anyone with mine. Just like I wouldn’t dare answer the ‘How are you?’ question with any answer except, ‘Fine, and you?’ Trust me. You don’t want to know how I really am. And I’m okay with that!

Number 2:

I just went to scratch my boob and it totally flopped out of my shirt. Note to self: Do not wear plunging V-necks to work anymore.

No. No one gave me any dollar bills. Dammit!

Number 3:

If I get another bad headache like the ones I had last week, the doctor is going to put me on narcotics. I really don’t want to go there. The kid will come out singing Grateful Dead songs and will have dancing bears tattooed on it’s butt.

Number 4:

What the hell time is it in Hawaii? Regional promos are awful when you need immediate answers.

Sometimes five hours sometimes six? I can’t be expected to remember that. Too much math.

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I’m without words tonight. I’ve sat and stared at this screen for the last hour with nothing to say. I even went back and read some really old entries and looked at really old pictures and there’s nothing even worth recycling.

I have a very big post in mind. Perhaps I’ll work on it tomorrow. Right now I’m beyond exhausted for going the entire, day-post-migraine day without a nap.

So yeah, tomorrow’s another day.

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I barely slept last night and woke up with one of those killer pregnancy migraines. I opted to stay home and go back to sleep for a couple of hours. It seemed to work… until I actually stood up and it got worse.

I wound up spending the day tucked away in our cave of a basement curled on the couch wearing EHH’s comfy clothes and I’m just now opening up the laptop for the first time today. I think that’s a new record.

Anyway, the last hour of looking at the screen trying to get through my reader and post a Daily has awakened the dull pain behind my eyes once again. Maybe something more interesting will find it’s way to this space tomorrow…

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We find out on April 4th whether Blinkie will be requiring my mother to buy pink yarn or blue yarn. April 4th. It’s not that far away! Ten days! I’m so excited, but so nervous at the same time.

While I tell myself that I don’t care what it is as long as it’s healthy and has all appropriate body parts in the appropriate places, that’s only mostly true – not all true. I know nothing about boys. Nothing. And I’m terrified to have to raise one.

I’ve read Amalah’s post On Having A Boy and I completely agree. I know I’ll love him. I know I won’t reject him. It’s not only that I want a girl for the clothes. I just feel like I identify better with little girls. (Oh the guilt for THINKING that, I can’t believe I just typed it.) I’m sure I’ll figure out how to bond with a boy — especially since it’ll be MY boy, but it will definitely be foreign ground. A complete and total learning experience.

So, anyway, what color are we painting the nursery? Vote! Dizzle the Master has posted a little poll in the sidebar (over there on the right) because he is so incredibly awesome. He actually found a WordPress Plug-in and it doesn’t require sign in so all you lurkers can remain lurkers (even though I TOTALLY see you!).

And to aid anyone’s superstitions, here’s a list of my pregnancy symptoms for those of you that may believe them to be gender related traits.

1. Cannot. Get. Enough. Grapefruit. Actually, fruit in general. This is especially strange because any acidic fruit typically does a number on my stomach. Since this pregnancy, I’ve been able to enjoy and actually crave grapefruit and orange juice. And I think we’re going to have to start buying grapefruit by the bag.

2. Chicken? Ew. Ew. Ew! Any kind of chicken makes my stomach turn no matter how it’s prepared or what it’s hidden in. Before I was pregnant, chicken was a staple in my diet. I rarely ate red meat. I was all about the chicken. Now if I manage to get a bite down, my stomach just turns. Gross.

3. I was EXTREMELY nauseous, but only vomited a handful of times. The nausea still surfaces from time to time if I allow myself to get too hungry.

4. I’m still three pounds away from weighing what I weighed at my confirmation appointment at four-weeks.

5. The belly still isn’t really a noticeable baby bump. It’s more of a three-week-beer-binge bump.

6. Hard candy? Yes. Chocolate? Meh. Give or take.

7. The kicks and movement I feel as well as any noticeable bump first thing in the morning are really low. Below the belly-button low. Cass, who’s confirmed her baby will wear lots of pink, gets kicked in the ribs. I feel like I get kicked in the crotch.

8. Mother’s intuition: When I started to think I might be pregnant, only visions of blue entered my mind. I wasn’t getting any pink, girly vibes at all. That seems to be consistent with both of our families with only SIL and a couple people at work thinking girl. However, I have had some pretty vivid girl dreams.

9. Some people think heart-rates are faster and more consistent with girls. I have nothing to compare it to, so what do you think?

10. I’m starving. Starving, starving, STARVING. And it’s pretty much all the time. I eat what I want and typically when I want. I don’t try to force something healthy when I really want a freaking cheeseburger. Yesterday my two lunches (yes, two) consisted of pasta and then not even two full hours later, a grilled cheese sandwich with bacon. My body is a temple. Hey – at least I passed on the fries.

Time to vote! What do you think? Why do you think it? Do you think it’s even possible to guess based on any of this? Are mom’s gut feelings typically right? Discuss!

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