some punk boys (if you’re between the ages of 13 and 18, to me, you’re a punk – i’m just that old, now) called me a hot sk8r mama today. i was walking home from grocery buying, clad in my trucker hat, wannabe-etnies, my baggy – but at least they fit – maternity jeans and the doctor’s “jesus is my homeboy” teeshirt that he never wears outside. i didn’t know how to feel aboot it, initially, but then, the whale-like feeling dissipated and i felt cool. it’s been a while since i felt cool. that’s my hat – it says “mrs. affleck” on it and i bought it to go with my hillbilly hallowe’en costume 2 years ago – i mean, how much trashier could you get? Mrs. Affleck. Hmph.
i still get a lot of positive comments on the hat, when i wear it. mostly from gay men. i wonder what that means?
tonight, the doctor and i are going for a fete-dinner for one of his coworkers and said coworker’s wife. i am going to dress the part of well-put-together-girlfriend-with-child-on-the-way. complete with leg shaving and a shower. and i’ll probably get to alternate between people staring at my tummy and men staring at my breasts. and me wishing that i could drink all of their drinks. but let’s be honest – the tummy will be gone in 4 months, and in 3, the breasts will just be a food supply. mostly. so really, what’s so great aboot em? take a picture, it’ll last longer.
the doctor’s dad has offered to buy us a stroller. whichever one that we want. which means that i can actually start considering the travel ones, with the car seat that comes with and make a choice based on weight and collapsability, instead of dollar value. goody!
now we just need a crib (we’ve picked it out, just not bought it – something tells me to wait, i dunno if it’s cuz we’ve still got 3 months to go, or superstition, or what, but…) and then it’s mainly diapers and some miscellaneous clothing and blankets. we make make it after all. fiscally, i mean.
i haven’t done any work-work since March 17th and it’s killing in work-a-holic in me. and my bank account. some semi drastic but nonetheless requisite actions shall need to take place. i won’t get into details, for now. but imagine, going from 50 hours a week to none. seems like it should be like a vacation, but in fact, it only makes the days so much longer.
i’m off to prep myself for attractiveness. it’s been a while and i’m out of practice at pretending to think i’m pretty and exuding confidence and not staring at the ground. so i figure that giving myself an hour’s worth of time will be sorely needed. i may even wear makeup.
