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Oooh… Boy or Girl, Here We Go Again.

First off, this is a pretty big secret for the next 12 hours, as my mother in law has yet to be told…

But I am expecting #3.

And I’m happy about it, but all the same, it was a HUGE shock. I’m one of those crazy “set an alarm so I don’t miss a pill, make him wear protectection if I’m late even taking the pill” crazies… so, yeah.

I have discovered morning sickness this time around… shoot me. I’ve got food aversions coming out the ying yang, and the only things I want to eat are veggies and multigrain foods. Hippy food, as my husband calls it. Meat grosses me out, I had a craving (Cravings! Already!) for sausages last night, that was quickly changed when I went to the meat counter, looked at them and just about threw up. So much for that… Now even writing this has my stomach protesting food. Yuck.

We’ve already begun the naming war (He hates Drew for a girl’s name, I’m not 100% sold on “Zoie” being spelled like that, because it doesn’t match our kids’ names at all…) That being said, the war on names hasn’t even started…

We got married AFTER having the other 2, and even though we knew we were getting married one day, we gave them my maiden name. The other day we went for a drive, and I asked what the baby’s last name would be, (given that the other two have my name.) He looked at me and said “Well, (maiden name), of course! Why have them all have different names?? That makes no sense… I’m not going to force my last name on them! They can change their names to mine later if they want.” Awesome. I married an awesome guy, and I appreciate that he’s willing to do that for us, and for our kids…  I don’t think his mother will appreciate this though… See, my husband is the only son of an only son, and therefore the last of his line… I’m sure his mother has thought of this. Not only that, but when we told her that I was pregnant the last time, she didn’t hesitate to say “Well, I’m not used to the idea of people having babies before they are married like this, It isn’t right. Are you sure you don’t just want to have a quicky wedding before the baby so we can call it a __________??” (Good old Catholics, huh? Her, as well as my stepdad, were raised severe Catholic, so sometimes… they have wisdom I’d rather not hear…) So, to hear that her son is going to have a baby and he and his WIFE are going to choose the wife’s maiden name for the child… well, this is going to be fun.We’ll hopefully be telling her about the baby later today. Hubby says we should wait until the baby is born before we drop the name bomb… but I think it could be fun to do it earlier rather than later. I have to admit that occasionally I enjoy poking the proverbial religious bear like that:)




Weekend Adventures: Look Cool Eating Alone

With the weekend coming up, some of us may have big plans, while others are just laying low, enjoying some much needed and much looked forward to time alone. Usually we savor this time holed up in the house. But why should we be trapped inside just because we’re lone rangers? Have you ever noticed that when you see a man alone at a diner or restaurant, you assume him to be some kind of pervert or weirdo, but when you see a woman, you feel sorry for her?

Well not anymore! Ladies, we’re taking solo dining back. Here are a few tried and true options to make any casual observer respect or fear you, rather than throw pitying glances your way.

Read Something:
I’m not talking about the newspaper, or even a Times Best Seller (because that, for some reason, makes people want to talk to you so you’re stuck on the same page for like twenty minutes due to constant interruption, and just leave me the fuck alone I usually finish a book in two days and this one has taken me all week because every time I open it everyone just wants to approach me and talk about it and ask me how it is because they’ve been meaning to read it well sir I don’t know how it is because you and everyone around you won’t back the hell off and just let me read it!). You gotta get creative here. A tip sheet from the local betting place. Playgirl. Your car’s owner manual. Bomb Dismantling for Dummies. Furrow your brow, like you’re really trying to learn something.

Take Notes:
Even if you’re just scribbling is a diary or making a shopping list, do it with panache. Glance around the joint, eyeball the staff, then surreptitiously write something down. Pretend to be a restaurant critic. Savor each bite of food, then make a quick note. Examine your reflection in the blade of a knife, then make a quick note. Count the ice cubes in your drink, then make a note. Whatever you do, write something afterwards. Conceal your notes anytime a member of the staff approaches. If anything, you may receive enhanced service or a discounted meal.

Dark Glasses:
These alone suggest you are either hungover or really famous, the latter of which can really be driven home with the addition of a hat pulled low over your eyes. Or, slightly more fun, pretend you’re with the Secret Service. Survey the room suspiciously upon entering, put your hand up to your ear, nod, then speak into your wrist. Refuse to be seated anywhere that places your back to any area of the room. Ask your server about the location of emergency exits.

Of course, these require a certain amount of cajones, or je ne sais quoi, to really pull off. Worst case scenario, instead of looking like the pathetic chick who has to go out alone, you’re deemed every bit the creeper as the dude sitting in the corner (but take a closer look, he’s mimicking your every move, trying to look as cool). Either way, that’s still a win for women’s equality!

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