Preggers week 18
Preggers week 18
Bedrest week 7
It’s 7:45 pm and the drone of the lawnmower is a soothing buzz in the background.
My honey, is attacking the lawn after whipping up eggs and steak and rice.
That’s right this baby likes it’s protein, and my hubby is amazing.
Kicking Around
And this kid can kick. Healthy heartbeat, interrupted by 4-5 kicks
during my doc appt. this morning.
My doc and midwife make me laugh.
Last week, we chatted with my midwife about Belle
and various doggy health issues.
This week my doc talked about my recent eBay purchases
(10 brand new eyeshadows for $9.90 incl. s/h)
more than anything else.
I guess I should start talking to them about the kid ….
S/He is doing well and for that we are blessed.
My brain and body seemed to have slowed down
to bedrest pace, which I am glad.
Maybe as the kicker gets more active,
my body is compensating. Either that,
or I’m recovering from . . .
Movie Weekend
Netflix came in handy, as I made it thru Cabaret Friday afternoon.
Thought I’d get used to Liza Minelli’s eyelashes. Didn’t.
Friday night’s movie was good. A purloined copy of
Bend it Like Beckham (the last of the p2p downloads)
and some interesting chair dancing by Bob and Chris
to it’s Indian-Techno Pop soundtrack
as well as the expected suggestive
Bend THIS like Beckham comments
That was good for Bob, was one of the times
this weekend he seemed relaxed for a sec…
Endured Drumline Saturday afternoon.
Synopsis? Varsity Blues about a black college band.
Uh, hmmmm, uh. Pluses? No slow clap.
Mulholland Drive was a good Sat. nite movie.
Bob and I were evenly divided on who was hotter,
he votes for Aussie blonde, Nicole’s pal, naomi watts
and I liked the slinky brunette, laura elena harring
Whatever to the mind game aspect of the movie,
film noir or whatever
it’s all about two hot chickies.
Sunday afternoon sent us to Casa Armijo Sr.
for filling italian zucchini, a ton of chicken and steak and lo mein.
Yum. Makes me full thinking about it.
Maybe a little too full to sit thru
78 action packed minutes of Phone Booth
Who in the world thought that a man in a phone booth
a whole movie maketh?
Yummy, Colin is yummy.
And then, the ultimate of ultimates.
Sex in the City’s Season Premiere.
We watched it twice thru, once at 9
and then the tape with Beth and her
assorted pasta pomodoro tidbits.
The strawberries were to die, the writing on
SITC a little forced, but better than anything else that’s
out there on TV and seeing Aidan with a baby was a shock
that prevented the spinach ravioli with the gorgonzola sauce
from sliding into my mouth, for a brief moment.
As I was chewing on the pasta, and the neat way the writers
disposed of Aidan, I was a bit perturbed by his denim on denim outfit.
Bad, just bad. But bring on the Berger. not Kerouac.
And tell the kid to work on the penalty kicks, so s/he can bend this.
Monday minutia for your reading pleasure.