Summer reading


Books currently on my desk:

Carl Hiaasen – Sick Puppy

Ian Fleming – From Russia With Love

Ian Fleming – For Your Eyes Only

Being read currently: Rick Bragg – All Over But the Shoutin’

I will look up some of the books suggested in yesterday’s comments when I am done with this current one. The other 3 came from the campus library and I don’t think they’re due back until mid-September. I sucked it up and just bought Doctor No, because I know I won’t get my ass to the Leon County public Library anytime soon and I’d rather spend 5 dollars and wait a few days than make extra time. I know, well, you pick your battles, right?

/beginpregnancyramble

Twenty-three weeks into pregnancy and I feel pretty good. I’m not as hungry as I was at 18 weeks or 20 weeks. I’m not craving cheeseburgers anymore. I’m walking more: 2 miles when we get out and do it, which has been 3 times in a week. Sleeping is becoming increasingly difficult. I wake up frequently, stumble into the bathroom, crawl back into my little cove of pillows, only to have to kick Todd a little because he scooted his big ass body into my space in my absence, then he sprawled out.  My belly button has begun to stretch and seems slightly more shallow. It’s typically sort of deep and I wonder if it will ever “pop”, like a done turkey. I’m tired of my maternity clothes, all my clothes. I’m running out of gigantic t-shirts to wear to bed because anything remotely constricting makes me claw at my neck with the fierceness of a rabid… mongoose? Yeah. Mongoose are cool. Mongeese? Back pain is the norm and no amount of yoga or aches and pains bubble bath will alleviate it. I laugh and cry at the same time. But only sometimes. Baby kicks a lot, all over. I think he wants out. I miss margaritas. And dry red wine. Sometimes I miss hot dogs too. But that’s always a fleeting sentiment. Mostly I don’t miss anything as much as I say because it’s all worth it in the end.

/endramble

It’s 9:30 and I have some counting to do. Yes, counting. Don’t you want my job?

7 thoughts on “Summer reading

  1. I don’t want your job. I can’t count.
    Mongeese — mongooses — are very cool.

    I think dogs are magnetically attracted to the warm spots on the bed…especially in the blankets or the pillows. 2.5 seconds after I depart from a happy spot in the bed or on the couch — POOF! Spot full o’ beagles. Do you think they have a spray for such occasions?

  2. Ha ha, well, even if they made a pet deterrent like that, I wouldn’t use it. You just squish up back in that spot and they start to ooze back over you; it becomes tolerable then. 🙂

  3. If I ever get up from my chair, our cat jumps into my spot. I just kick his sorry ass out of the chair when I’m ready to sit down again.

  4. my dog (colby) has his own side of the bed, so he never takes over when i move. but if my bf spends the night and makes the mistake of moving, colby automatically gets into his spot and growls if i try to move him. i think he’s trying to tell me something….

  5. You had me going on the rant until you got to the “I miss hot dogs” – that one threw me for a loop for some reason!

    Whatcha counting?

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