My encounter with two good men this morning

I had to go to my family doctor for the first time in a long time- I first said what doctor I wanted to see; they asked my age. I said 24. They said, she’s a pediatrician. You’ll have to see someone else. And to not be likened to Ross from “Friends”, I said okay and they set me up with Dr.F. I thought I may have a sinus infection or something because I’ve had drainage all colors and consitencies and bloody noses and mucus and it’s been lots of fun for about 2 months now. So I gave in and went. With all the snow this morning, Jason dropped me off, but could barely get unstuck from the driveway, so Doug let me use old Red Red to drive out into the artic. To my pleasant surprise, Glen Beck’s show was on, and if that man wasn’t a Mormon, I’d probably marry him. Oh yeah, and if I wasn’t married and he wasn’t either. And if he wasn’t old. Er. Older. And when I got to the doctor’s office, even though the reception girl was a nasty cuss, Dr.F. was super nice and sympathetic and helpful! He put me on an antibiotic and told me to get some saline spray and said good job to the humidifiers in our house. I had a pleasant time. Not many can say that about a doctor’s office. However, the nasal spray concerns me. As a kid, the last thing I ever wanted was liquid up my nose, hence the many thumb n’ finger pinch to the nose before I jump into a pool or lake. I’m not going to like this one bit. However, Glen consoled me once more by sharing his wit and sarcasm about a nation full of “entitled” whiners. Funny and informative!

Anyway, the morning made the green vomit a little more bareable talking and hearing two smart, good men this morning.

Band Wagon Baby

There is some what of a baby boom going on in Ashland. Really, I think it’s just that I’m now at the stage where many of my 20-something friends (age, not number of friends I have;-)) are just at that point in their lives. I’m pretty much out of the friends getting married stage- with the exception of one in May and a dear cousin of mine in June. Other than that it just has felt like baby central in my circle of friends. Using a cliche like “there’s something in the water” comes to mind, but it almost seems true! And when this wave is over, a new one will happen about 6 months from now, and probably will stay like that until the year 2020 or so. I just hope we don’t put a small hole in the ozone layer above Ashland from all the poop filled diapers.

And being the inconsistent tree hugger that I am, I will be using these diapers to help that hole in the ozone from getting to large.

Dreams are strange things…

I’ve noticed an influx of bizzare dreams recently. Last night was no exception. The parts I can remember are as follows:

I’m in bed, it’s early morning, Jason’s still sleeping, there’s a knock at the door. My friend Mindy is there trying to get me to help her with some kind of home sales party. Then I’m pushed into a room full of people at some meeting about education. Apparently I’m familiar with the school I now find myself in, and it resembles the Ashland Middle School from what I can tell now, but I roam the hallways and stairs looking for a certain class I have to get to. It’s like a math philosophy class or something. But it’s on like the 16th floor. So I take the elevator, but I end up pushing the 40-something-th floor button and all the gravity disappears when I go that high. The air pressure hurts and I feel incredibly trapped, clostrophobic and helpless cause I’m floating at the top of the elevator ceiling, not knowing when it will stop. Sarah gets on and we try to go back down, to find ourselves in the basement- an art department of sorts. I see my elementary school art teacher, who I see just had a red wig on the whole time, and actually has a buzz hair cut. Huh. Somehow everything is flooding and there is this ugly creepy sea creature that gets loose. Someone kills it and the science classes are studying it, but it has jelly fish type stingers and my arms are stung. Then I see the royal family is coming to visit. The school hall looks more like a mall at this point and the royal family consists of teenage royals- all cousins or siblings. We get to meet them and I try to get a picture with them, they are really normal and pleasant, and I try to be as graceful as I can around them.
End of dream. So you know the next stuff I say is real.

There was also some scary old house that was haunted in there somewhere, but it’s fading from my mind. And all I had wanted was to stay in bed in my dream, and I realized that was also true when I woke up for real this morning.

Poll Time

Don’t talk, just listen.

This is an acrylic painting (also adding charcoal to it) I did for myself a while back and I wanted to convey a sense of containment, of being silenced. Something mysterious, beautfiul and quieted lies behind some kind of barrier. I really enjoyed painting this. Now I’m going to enter it for Illustration Friday and see what happens.

If the pants fit…

15 weeks pregnant and I realized today that the reason my abs have been hurting recently is due to the fact that subconsciencely over the years have trained myself to suck in my belly. And now that my belly has breached the constraints of all the normal pants I own, I find my self sucking it in more. But to no avail. That belly is not getting any smaller. In fact, I feel a bit heavier every day now.

Since I believe (knock on wood) my morning sickness is gone for good, and I’ve gotten my appetite back, I’ve been working away at stretching my stomach back to it’s normal size. Like many women, I lost weight during the first trimester because every food/smell/sound made me want to ralph. Now, Baby is demanding more nutrients and less regurgitation. I’m thankful for that, because Baby, like you, I enjoy nutrients more than the latter.

So as I’m working on allowing my belly to relax and be what it is, (and will become!) I am gravitating towards certain foods, but mostly just food in general. Many pregnant women have their particular cravings during their time and so far, I am really enjoying grapefruit. Weird, yes, but I think about it alot. I was worried I would really crave french fries like my normal body does, and that I would gain a million pounds more than I should and have to wear sweats for the rest of my motherly days- AKA Forever. So though I am not repulsed by fries at the moment, I crave grapefruit.

I have gone and purchased a few pairs of maternity pants, so comfort lies at the bottom of my laundry basket- and when I do laundry- okay let’s be realistic, when Jason does laundry, I will be able to leave my regular pants and enjoy the comfort of the stretchy band around my waist once more. Until then, I have a hair tie fastening the button of my jeans and will continue to daydream about grapefruit.

Hmmm I think Baby is almost the size of a grapefruit, now that I think about it! And Jason and I are all about comparing the size of Baby Barnhart to fruit. And that’s just because nuts only get so big in size.