Saturday, May 1, 2010


Alternate Title: My Life

Today, I am 12 weeks pregnant. Only 7 days to go before I enter the beloved second trimester. Honestly, I'm counting down the days. I know that just making it to the second trimester doesn't promise a healthy, happy baby in 27 weeks, but it's the closest I've gotten in a long, long time and I can't wait! I'm still in regular clothes, although I happen to be more partial to my maternity under clothes than regular ones. I just have more room to...breathe.

M will tell anyone who stands still long enough that she's having a baby brother. I get interesting looks from the stranger in the grocery store that just got a bottom pat and an announcement from a 4 year old, but what can I say? She's so excited she can't stand herself. We do not know yet if it's a boy or a girl and won't for several more weeks.

H is out of town this weekend playing golf with his buddies. Last night was Relay for Life, so M slept over with a friend for the first time and completely loved it. I got some good rest when I got home at 2 AM last night and took a good nap today. M is on the couch now watching Olivia (yes, it's 9:39 at night and my kid is still up). We're going to have a "spend the night party" tonight and sleep together in my big bed. We just finished our "midnight" snack (grilled cheese and chocolate milk because that's what preggo mama wanted) and we'll head to bed in a few minutes for story and snuggles.

This morning, our precious Gretel (who is having Jekylle and Hyde type episodes) knocked over Freddy the Fish's bowl, spilling water, rocks and the fish behind a huge, heavy speaker. I panicked because I couldn't think fast enough about what to do, so the comedy ensued. I grabbed a coffee mug and filled it with cold water, only to think that cold water might kill the fish (who is on the floor SOMEWHERE at this point), so I whirl around to pour the cold water out and spill cold water ALL.OVER.THE.KITCHEN. I refill the cup with lukewarm water from the tap and rush back into the den. I look all over the floor for Freddy, but still can't see him anywhere. At this point, I start throwing things around, desperate to find M's beloved beta fish. I spot him on the floor, as still as...well, he wasn't moving at all. I tried to use a spoon to scoop him up (touching a fish: GROSS!), but he would have none of that and projectiled himself around the floor. I finally got him in the lukewarm water in the coffee mug and in the kitchen. As I was filling up his fish bowl with tap water, I remember H telling me that you have to treat tap water for fish and somewhere he'd filled up an empty bottle with water for Freddy. After slipping around the kitchen, still wet from my cold water spill, I found Freddy's water and filled his bowl up with treated water. At this point, Freddy is still swimming, so maybe he'll make it. Not a fun way to start the day.

I'm pretty sure I had some other randomness to share, but my mind is running blank at this point. M and I are heading to bed for a story and some sweet snuggles. A perfect date for Saturday evening, if I do say so myself.


Allyson said...

If only there would have been a video camera to capture the fish recovery...I can't stop laughing. So glad you are almost to the 2nd trimester...sending good thoughts and prayers your way!

Kyla said...

LOL!!! What a comedy of errors!

KayTar slept with me last night, too, but it is because she is sick. We have the fun kind of sleepovers when Josh goes out of town though!

Maggie said...

Ha ha ha -- this made me giggle quite a bit! I love it!

I'm so excited for you to make it into your second trimester!

Arizaphale said...

Love the sleepover idea. Many years ago when we first got our new couches, the BA and I had a sleepout on the couches together! Very weird but kinda fun! As for the fish!!!!! Oh to have been a fly on the wall :-D
A form group at school had a fish called 'ophelia' and when the fish monitor carried the bowl outside to clean it one day...ophelia flung her self over the balcony, committing hari-kari as it were. No-one ever said fish were bright!