Let's go swimming

Yesterday on an early January day, it was 60 degrees outside. I decided to take my 25 week pregnant self for a stroll on the beach. A middle-aged gentlemen smoking a cigar and dressed head to toe in Bruins gear asked me if I wanted to take a swim. I obviously complied.

The other day I was telling a friend that I feel like I’ve been hit on pretty regularly since being pregnant. And I’m not talking about an “oh I didn’t know you were pregnant” kind of hitting on I mean a man looks me up and down, belly included, ass included and says hello. My friend told me that some men like pregnant women, they really LIKE (wink) pregnant women. Eew really? Then again, yay. Listen, If there’s someone out there who thinks I’m hot with this big gut, my under boob sweat, swollen feet and flat bellybutton then hooray.  I’ll take it.

The last time I left you Christmas had not occurred and we were in the throes of disaster. Within the past few weeks Steve’s pain has subsided significantly and he’s once again able to perform ordinary functions which for him include insulating the radiator in the bedroom and rewiring a sound system in his car. Every once and a while I catch him wincing and grabbing his right side. He doesn’t say anything, I’m not sure if he knows I noticed, but I know he doesn’t want me to.

Yesterday morning he had an MRI scheduled at the hospital. The appointment was for 7:00 am. On a Saturday mind you. We arrived, filled out the proper paper work and then they told us Steve had been scheduled for the wrong exam. Someone had written the order incorrectly. Steve had been scheduled for an MRI primarily focusing on his gallbladder, and that’s a problem since he doesn’t have a gallbladder. So we were told to go home and call back Monday morning.  

I’ve always prided myself on being a positive thinker. Even in the face of disaster I try to look on the bright side. The other day I came across the elusive Secret. You know, the one that all the celebrities already know about and that’s why they’re so rich and famous, duh. It says that if you want something all you have to do if ask. We are all magnets and what we put out will come back to us. So I started thinking, what is it that I want? I want more money. Not a lot of extra money just more so we can move into an apartment that’s bigger than my car and that has special things like a dishwasher and a hot bath. IMAGINE?! I want a healthy baby. I want a healthy Steve. I want a book deal. And I want to go swimming.

Well one of my wishes has already been proposed so the rest must be on their way.