No wonder you are mad at me! In 2009, I published a respectable 242 posts down from an astounding 330 in 2008. This year I am at a measly 180 posts with only 23 more days to go. Now I am no math genius, but that is a
significant percentage drop (that is how I used to try answer math word problems in school, be all vague yet still true hence the psychology major. It's kinda odd that I married a math major who has never taken a single psychology class in his life. We compliment each in that way, i.e. he tells me how great I am and I never have to balance the checkbook again). But now I get it, you miss me. I would too, if I were you. Here I am, shooting for 190 in 2010!
Did you see the series finale of
Little People, Big World? Spoiler alert: it was really depressing! They ended on the note that twins Zach &
Jer will never grow up. I love it how Zach always says "
what the deuce!", I need to say that more. Meanwhile Matt & Amy are going to sell
Roloff Farm and get a divorce. The end. Boo
hoo!
If I were to get my
Ph.D. (which I will not, read on for obvious reason), I would do my doctoral thesis on the role of reality television show fame and martial discord. That word sounds fancy,
discord. I would then spend years interviewing everyone from the Nick & Jessica to the
Gosselins to Heidi & Spencer to do a meta-analysis of how and why their reality star fame effected their martial happiness. My working theory is that they value fame and fortune more than privacy and quality time together, but perhaps I will learn that the radiation from the camera lights actually interfered with their pheromones causing a lack of attraction? I am sure many respected graduate programs are just dying for someone to understand and then prevent this national crisis so that when Kim
Kardashian finally gets married, it will last forever.
Tomorrow I have a midwife appointment and I am excited and nervous. When I was just a naive, perky-boobed, lame-footed, never-been-pregnant vagrant, I never understand how nerve-wracking pregnancy was! I just assumed that the hard part (getting pregnant) was over and from there on out, it all was good. Now I have read too much and constantly worry that something terrible has happened to my baby in
utero. I have no reason to think such things and try to remind myself that there is 97% everything is perfect.
Try being the key word. I am eager to hear the heartbeat again and schedule my 20 week ultrasound. Jake is coming with me, just in case they ask any math questions and because he is the dad. We thought it might be funny to ask the midwife about how soon they could perform a paternity test, but she may have heard that one before.
