2. Once upon a time I owned a hairbrush. It was a nice hairbrush, but then something happened to it and it disappeared, like so many other nice things I've owned since becoming a mother. Maybe Sam threw it away, I don't know. Anyway, I had to resort to using a comb, which since about two days ago has also disappeared completely. This I know for a fact Samuel has taken and hidden somewhere. I'm down to using a mustache brush now and finger combing my hair. Do you remember finger combing? I recall doing it in, like, grade six before school pictures to get my perm just right. The main problem with finger combing your hair for a few days is that you quickly take on the appearance of the lead singer of an 80s band called Tortured Cindy and the Bangelettes. I've taken to wearing a big, red plush hat that's the only thing that will fit over all of this hair. This hat, along with the hair and my waddling gait, means my husband doesn't want to go anywhere with me anymore in public.
3. Speaking of waddling, when did it become socially acceptable to comment so thoroughly on another's physical appearance? There's a man in my church with only one arm, and honestly if every Sunday I saw him I loudly exclaimed "Hey! Still got just the one arm, eh? Wow!", I'd expect him to smack me with the other arm. And yet I deal weekly with poking, prodding, touching, and comments. The comments! Holy mackerel people will say almost anything to a pregnant lady. They tell me how big I am, how much more time I have to wait, how I walk funny, how tired I look, how pale I look...I need more witty comebacks.
4. Yeah, so Easter is almost here. Last year David and I didn't really 'do' the Easter bunny thing. Instead, I picked up a few little things for Samuel to find, hid them under some cushions, and he wandered aimlessly under my guidance to find them. It was fun for me, but I don't know how into it a one year old can really get. This year, though, he is old enough to really enjoy an egg hunt, and I'd like to give him one! Problem: do I need something else on my plate right now? How will I manage this? Hmmm...
5. I've been saving up treats for myself for several months for just this time, the last month of pregnancy. Today I used a coupon for a free hot chocolate that I've been hoarding for about six months now! Call it lame, but knowing I have something to look forward to makes it easier to get up in the morning.
6. I think that most of the pregnant women I know have weird, unexplainable pregnancy symptoms that medicine insists are figments of our imagination. For this pregnancy, I have lost my ability to cook. Don't try and tell me this isn't related in some way to being with child because it totally, totally is. I'm usually a pretty good cook, in fact some of the food I make falls into the 'really, really good' category. But the last several batches of bread I've touched have refused to rise, my cookies are burnt, my baked beans a few nights ago were barely edible, and despite using essentially the exact recipe I use every time I make chili, the chili I'm eating right now as I type this is watery and weird tasting. If nothing else the end of this pregnancy will bring good food back to our house.
7. It's so beautiful and soothing outside right now. I love the excited noises of birds this time of year, but even more so I love the colours. The pale, muted colours that don't scream and draw attention to themselves. What a blessing to live where this is what I see in the spring - the world slowly waking up.
Have a great week, all. And check out Jen at Conversiondiary.com for more Seven Quick Takes.
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