Awkward Moment Yesterday:
I went to the library to return a book and decided I should see if I needed any others while I was there. I got all excited about a new geochemistry textbook, then I saw a nice text on mass spectometry, then one on quantitative geochemistry.... soon, I had accumulated 6 more books for my office bookshelves. That's the beauty of college libraries, you can check things out for so long you move them to the bookshelf and soon forget you don't own them.
Anyway, as I was checking out, a prof. from our department came in to buy coffee (coffee shop in the library, how cool is that). He took one look at me and said "Now it's official". I had no idea what he was talking about and assumed it was the mountain of books I was checking out. As in "Now it's official, you're a geek". So I say "Yep, gotta load up" as I'm walking out of the library. Then I hear him say "Congratulations" when I'm already out the door. Doh. Did I just refer to being pregnant as "loading up"?
I have ranted on here before about the oddity of "congratulations" when you're pregnant, but I just discovered a new use. It's a helpful way to realize someone is talking about your pregnancy and not your latest hobby.
Side note: I ordered a new camera. This is to replace the camera that DH somehow managed to soak in beer. This is a very nice camera (by my slightly poverty stricken standards) and I will soon be posting lovely, lovely pictures. It shipped yesterday. I can hardly contain myself. For anyone interested, it's a Nikon D60, a very low end digital SLR, but an SLR nonetheless.
Okay, I thought I was done, but I have one more thing. I try to keep blog posts short, because who wants to read a treatise every time they log on. Anyway, I think I have the beginnings of being a bad mother. While sometimes I find it cool to feel her kick, often I find myself thinking "Seriously, I'm trying to concentrate. Save it." Everyone I talk to loves feeling the baby kick. I do like knowing that she's alive and, apparently, well. But I don't really get the beauty in feeling a creature kicking your internal organs. There's the novelty, I suppose. But I'm not all dough-eyed every time. And from talking to other mothers, this makes me a callous person. I'll work on enjoying it more.
You're not callous. I had issues with Helena too. sometimes, it was like, "I'm trying to teach here, could you please let me concentrate on the children already in this world!" haha, you're going to be a fantastic mother!
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