In Smashgfunk style, I would like to share some of my most recent thoughts with you.
1. I have never looked more disgusting in my life. First of all, my hair is like a cross between Mike Teavee's mom's in the first Willy Wonka movie and Florence Henderson's in the later episodes of the Brady Bunch. In a word: MUSHROOM. I would have long since fixed this problem, but after seeing my husband's and son's haircuts, I am completely terrified to get a haircut in Taiwan. So every day I look like Carol Brady. Plus, the only pants that fit me right now are elastic-waisted lounge pants. I wander around our little town wearing black lounge pants and a black sweatshirt and either bright white socks or purple chenille slipper socks that shouldn't be worn with shoes. I am usually muttering to myself and eating grape flavored mentos. Plus, my eyes have been really irritated here so I have to wear my glasses, which are too small for my enlarged face.
2. I am having a second girl. This is lucky because I have so many girl names to choose from. This is also sad because Holden will probably never have a brother who he will be super close to because if I have a fourth child, Holden will probably be at least 8 or 9 years older than he/she. Then again, Holden will have two adoring younger sisters and his own bedroom as he grows up. It's a toss up.
3. I hate my OBGYN because: he wears skin-tight turtlenecks and has long flowing hair, he conducts office visits at a desk, he flies through ultrasounds with a complete lack of ceremony or acknowledgment that it might be a big moment for me, he cares more about the fetus than he does about my pregnancy complaints (he never says "how are you feeling?" he only asks if there are problems, and when I tell him my problems, he interrupts to remind me to monitor fetal movement every day. HELLO!?), and I think people bring him gifts when they visit him because he has TONS of shopping bags piled all around his office. Am I supposed to be giving him gifts too? Oh, and he has about ten different models and posters of the reproductive organs of a woman on display in his office.
4. Holden got his stitches out today, and it hurt a lot more than I told him it would. I guess I don't remember stitch removal being particularly painful. This entire experience has made me a believer in socialized medical care. I know this is a controversial statement and that a lot of people will be enraged at the idea, but I still believe in it and like it. I also believe in/like mini croissants at the hospital bakery and have gone through several dozen this past week.
5. I have finally reached the "Acceptance" phase of living in a foreign country. "Acceptance" comes right after "Would Cut Off Major Limb to Get on Next Plane Home" and right before "Counting Down to Leaving." Perhaps some of you who went on missions may be familiar with these phases, but only those of you who never used the word "awesome" on your mission. There may not be very many of you out there.
6. I am almost caught up on the new season of Lost and have so many questions and so many conflicting feelings (who is better? Sawyer, Jack, Sayid, Charlie? Then there's DESMOND! Who to love the most??). I keep wondering why nobody kills Ben when they have the chance. How many dang times is he going to almost get killed!?
7. Am I NORMALLY this tired when I'm pregnant? Cause I can't remember feeling this tired in a LONG time. My only motivation for getting out of bed at all is the possibility of coercing Holden to go back to the hospital with me for some delicious mini croissants.
8. I have never and will never blog about a beautiful craft I made. I also will never make a beautiful craft. Does this make me a bad person?
9. Hazel has been saying that she misses people recently. "I miss Abby." "I miss Daddy," etc. But in the last couple of days she has been adding the word "much" to the end of the sentence. "I miss Abby much," she tells me. I have never, ever, EVER said that I miss anybody "much." But Janet Jackson has, and we recently heard her song "I Miss U Much." I don't know exactly where we heard it. Was it TGI Fridays? The grocery store? I don't know. All I know is, that HAS to be where Hazel got the idea to say that she misses her daddy "much." Normally I think it is an annoying and babyish thing to say--when Janet Jackson sings it--, but when Hazel says it, it's so freakin cute I can hardly stand it. SHOULD I invest in a Janet Jackson greatest hits CD?