Pregnancy....

..."isn't that bad." I've had quite a few moms tell me this in the past 4-5 months. And despite me having what could only be considered a very easy pregnancy, I'm here to tell you that is a flat-out lie. Pregnancy is that bad. I hate to complain since I have had an easy pregnancy, but all the limitations, changes in the body and general, overall tiredness (combined with the inability to actually sleep soundly) is that bad.

I'm certain part of the reason moms say pregnancy isn't that bad is because afterwards you have the most amazing addition to your life you'd ever know, but I'm a big proponent of realism and I don't like the lies people are telling me.

With all that said, I feel like I must be doing a fairly decent job of keeping my thoughts about it to myself because I overheard my better half telling someone on the phone the other day "I haven't heard much complaining, so she seems to be feeling pretty good." I'll wear that like a badge of honor.

However, that was followed up a couple days later with the following conversation -- so I'll reserve ultimate determination of Kevin's real thoughts on this process until closer to the due date:

Kevin (from the other side of the room): "Whatcha eating?"
Mary: "Ice cream."
Kevin (in an apparent commentary on my eating habits of late): "Sounds pretty good.....I hope our baby isn't made of ice cream when it comes out."
Mary: "What's that supposed to mean?"
Kevin (in a nervous laugh): "Nothing...I didn't mean...nothing. Nothing. That's not what I meant."
Mary (in a slightly agitated voice): "Next time you are pregnant you can decide what to eat. Until then, I'll make that decision for myself."

Hmmmm....maybe I should complain more. That felt pretty good. Especially since I was eating ice cream through the whole conversation. I almost licked the bowl out afterwards to prove a point, but I thought that would be taking it a little too far.

Sunday, perfect Sunday

So in a telling sign of how old I have become, I just had a great Sunday -- one I never would've considered great even a couple years ago. It starts at 8:30am (because Lord knows I wasn't out late last night despite it being St. Patty's Day weekend). I wake up and make myself a nice breakfast of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, an english muffin, sliced mango and a cup of green tea. I eat while reading the newspaper and watching CNN.

After catching up on email, my fantasy basketball/baseball teams and Facebook, I take the dogs for a walk, read for awhile, take a short nap and eat lunch (turkey sandwich, celery sticks with some peanut butter, sliced cantalope and chips). All that exciting action is followed up by watching the Blue Devils win the ACC Championship (huzzah!) and the Lakers blow a big lead to the Mavs, only to pull it out and win in the end.

Then I get my garden seeds started and set up under the fluorescent lamp, clean the bathroom, organize the hall closet and do some touch-up painting in the nursery-to-be.

Now I'm about to make myself supper (the exact culinary perfection is yet to be determined) and watch my Sunday-night ABC programming. Apparently, there could be some scandal on Desperate Housewives. I'm not sure my old eyes can handle such a thing.

I wish someone could tell me when this happened. I always swore it wouldn't happen to me for a long time. And here I am, only a few months into my 30's and here I sit. It's amusing and a bit frightening to me all at once. I wonder if my obsession with The Real World, The Hills and Making the Band 4 makes me that person that just can't let go? Either way, I can't wait to see what LC does in her last season on The Hills!

Alright, I'm done complaining. Mostly because the Metamucil and warm milk is calling my name from the kitchen....

Hmmmm....

....I'm setting up a blog on Friday night. Based on this information alone, I'm certain it will be the most entertaining blog ever created.