Friday, May 18, 2007

I am Thankful for Weeds

I do not claim to be a good sport. I do not like having my life revolve around what goes in my body, what will surely soon come back up (usually to my relief), and then what I will put back in my body to compensate. I feel so sick. I am sad and my morale is low. It feels good to cry and release some of the whirling stress in my body. I wish it did not have to be this way. But I knew this pregnancy would be a snake when I picked it up. I take consolation in knowing that my suffering will be forgotten when I am seeing my baby walk for the first time or play along side its older brother. I’ve done it before and I survived. It was a small sacrifice in retrospect.

I woke up at four thirty this morning and my up-chuck reflex informed me that I was up for the day. The good that came from this was that I was able to shower and put on make-up for the first time this week. Doug and I went for an early walk before it got too hot. We got home with a half an hour of lovely weather left so Doug and I sat down in the dirt and did some weeding. It felt good to be outside and occupied. It was nice to focus on something other than soap operas and my digestive tract. Doug was being so good examining bugs and stirring the dirt. It was a sweet half an hour for me and helped me get through the day.

Monday, May 7, 2007

"Do Not Feed the Squirrels"

It wasn’t until after the brutal attack that I read the sign. I was bloodied, bruised, and broken, but the most serious injury incurred to my feelings. I will never be able to look at a squirrel kindly again. Nor will I ever be able “Remember the Alamo” without considering the squirrel that punctured my index finger after I selflessly offered it a goldfish cracker. Talk about biting the hand that feeds you.

Other than the unpleasant squirrel incident our trip to San Antonio was a success. We visited the Riverwalk downtown which was spectacular and oh-so-romantic. I didn’t realize that anything so cool existed in the Texas. Beautiful old buildings and character-rich restaurants framed a wide man-channeled river. Huge hundred-year-old trees jutted out of the water and along side the interesting paved walkways. The walk was landscaped so brilliantly that I felt like I was in another world.

Doug was in particularly good form as we boat toured down the river and strolled alongside the festive shops. He waved at all the passer-bys and if he was truly aiming to impress he would “mark it with a ‘D’” for them (this behavior is what I like to call Random Senseless Acts of Patty Cake).

The next day we were scheduled to go to Sea World, but Mother Nature, probably in her fury against misbehaving squirrels, decided to send a rain storm instead. We sadly had to cut our trip short. We stopped at Burger King on the way home. After chicken nuggets and whoppers Doug fast-tracked it to the indoor playroom. Let me tell you, he had the time of his life. Who needs Sea World anyhow?