Monday, April 30, 2012

My life could be a 80's sitcom.



I handed my watercup to the cashier behind the Quiznos counter.

"Can I get a refill?"

She smiled at my belly, and started filling the cup.

I kept glancing behind me at my suitcases, sitting alone at the table. As long as they weren't out of my sight for more than a few seconds, it should be ok. Right?

"Here you go sweetie."

I smiled my thanks, and headed back through the afternoon crowd towards my table. I was staring so intently at my suitcases as I took my first sip, that I didn't even glance down.

Until I felt half a cup of ice cold water pour down my shirt.

"Sh*t!"
Imagine a 7 month pregnant girl dancing in circles, in the middle of an airport, flinging ice cubes out of her bra. While cussing. And staring at a suitcase.

(I hadn't put the lid back on.)

So now I'm sitting here, with a shirt that is not soaked with sweat THANKYOUVERYMUCH.

I feel like this is a good omen.



Thursday, April 12, 2012

My little buddy



I was sitting on the couch, and the baby was kicking my bladder.

(as usual)

When I looked down, I saw a tiny hand pushing up right by my ribs.

I gave her a high-five and went back to reading.

I think we're gonna be friends.





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