The Queen's Rambles

Ok, you get another whiny post from me. Lucky, lucky readers! More like lucky, lucky me, to have people who are still sticking around reading this.

So far in this pregnancy I’ve been pretty easy going about being pregnant. Yes, I’ve been grouchy, but I haven’t hit the point where I was just ready to be DONE. I kept saying that the baby needs to grow, of course I want her to go to full term, blah blah blah.

And of course I still feel that way. I’ll be 35 weeks tomorrow, so not even full term yet. I don’t want her to come that early. My sister’s kids were all three weeks early and they just weren’t as “put together” (for lack of a better term) as babies that go full term.

But I’m done!

I think the taste in my mouth has intensified. I can’t stand it. I really, really can’t. I keep shoving things in my mouth, trying to make it go away, but nothing tastes right or good and then it is just worse once the stuff is out.

I’ve had constant heartburn for the past 24 hours. My hips suddenly started hurting. My back is aching. I can’t breathe.

I’m done!

Twenty-nine more days. Bah!

Ok, let’s talk about other things, shall we?

I’ve lost my mind, but there’s nothing new about that.

Today was weird from the get-go. Erik went to sleep at his usual time last night (miracle considering it was daylight savings! I expected him to toss and turn for a good hour) but got up an hour later than usual. His school started an hour earlier than usual because I signed him up for Lunch Bunch. Those two factors combined meant we lost two hours of getting ready time. We had plenty of time, except I wasn’t watching the clock and suddenly we were late and I didn’t have time to curl my hair. I hate facing the world without styled hair.

Apparently my psyche is used to him being gone 2.5 hours because right around 1 pm I suddenly realized I needed to finish up my project and get on the road so I would be at school on time. I am supposed to pick him up at 2:30, but my brain was drawing a complete blank and telling me I had to be there by 1:30.

I had several clues to tell me things were off, but I didn’t pay attention to any of them. I saw my neighbor leave to go pick up her son. I know he gets out of school at 1:30 so I thought to myself that it was weird we don’t usually leave around the same time.

I did the daily dreaded drive past the high school and was pleasantly surprised I didn’t have to play Frogger with all the teenagers who don’t know what a crosswalk signal is for. I thought they must be on some sort of early release schedule or something. Normally school lets out about 5 minutes before I drive past, so I’m always in danger of running over a kid who thinks s/he’s invincible.

There were a ton of school buses on the road, which struck me as odd.

The final straw?

My radio station was playing a ton of commercials. They have a commercial free hour from 2-3, the time I’m really supposed to pick up Erik. All those clues, and it took the radio commercials to snap me out of my fog and realize I was an hour early. I wasted a perfectly good Erik free hour by being stupid! Duh!

I was starving by this point, but nothing sounded good. Nothing ever sounds good. I hate the taste in my mouth.

I decided I might as well go to Taco Bell, which was kind of stupid considering the heart burn.

Getting to Taco Bell is really simple. Getting anywhere in my particular suburb is really simple. It is a small town. There are three main roads going east-west. That’s it. The town is extremely long, but very skinny. Of course there are lots of residential roads, but I’m not counting those.

Taco Bell is literally three minutes away from my house. I know because Erik and I have timed it many, many times. We time all our drives. He’s fascinated by numbers and time, so we count the minutes when we go places.

I go to Taco Bell all the time. I literally just had to make a right turn, a right turn and a right turn. Somehow I got lost going to Taco Bell. It wasn’t a big deal and I wasn’t lost for long, but for just a second I was totally disoriented and it was a bit scary.

Hopefully I’ll be a little more with it the rest of the week.

And! I have permission to say what I’m doing on Thursday. Most of you are familiar with SAJ, right? I have met some of you through her. I’ve talked about her before. She even guest posted for me once upon a time. I think it might have been while I was getting married. I can’t remember.

Anyway, her best friend, Bethany Actually has moved to the DC area! I’m also a reader of Bethany’s, but not an active participant in her circle of friends. SAJ is a little crazy and likes to unpack, so she’s out here unpacking Bethany’s new house. And I get to meet them both on Thursday! Bethany is gracious enough to allow Erik and I to come to her almost unpacked house instead of coming up to my disaster of a pregnant-woman’s house. I am feeling more up for a drive than hosting company, so I’m really glad they don’t mind me coming to them. Can you tell I’m a little excited?