NO I HAVEN'T HEARD YOUR BAND CAUSE YOU GUYS ARE PRETTY NEW
I
just ate a chocolate chip cookie that contained 14 grams of fat
and 250 calories. That's how you know I'm still pregnant; in my
normal life I would consider nothing of the sort. Also, while making
lunch (tunafish sandwich, 'light' non-albacore tuna in water, allowed
once a week so as not to mercury-tize the baby) I ate fistfulls
of low-sodium goldfish crackers and Trader Joe's pita chips, and
then had Trader Joe's guacamole chips with my lunch, which also
included leftover soybeans from last night, some carrot sticks,
and a dill pickle. After ingesting all that was when I had the cookie.
My point here is that breastfeeding better take off 1000 calories
a day like they say it will or I'm in trouble.
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So
it looks like I may make it to March, since today is the last day
of February, which is good. My official due date is Monday. Will
I go that far? I don't know. I think I had contractions on Sunday
night, which surprisingly didn't really freak me out but almost
made Gray throw up. The day before that we'd had lunch with my mom,
and he'd been excitedly telling her how ready he was and how my
labor was going to be a big party and how well I'd handle it and
he'd handle it, and then the next night when we were out having
dinner with friends and I grabbed my stomach and was like, "Ow,
what's that?" and my friend (who's had a baby) was all, "It's
a CONTRACTION!" Gray went gray and looked like he was going
to die. And for the rest of the night he just wasn't normal and
eventually had to come clean about how flipped out he was. But me?
Not freaked out. Monday night I think I felt a few more, but none
since then. Somehow I'm guessing it'll be a little different when
they're four minutes apart and my eyes are rolling into the back
of my head.
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And
yes, we went to dinner Sunday night instead of watching the Oscars
live, which signals a little sea change in my life, I guess. I used
to be the one who threw Oscar parties and participated in Oscar
pools, but this year I TiVoed it and went downtown to have some
chicken penne pasta instead. What happened? Quality of movies? My
feeling completely unconnected to Hollywood right now? I don' t
know. I do know that it's been a long time since I've gotten truly
excited about a movie. I mean I'm kind of hoping I don't give birth
until after Zodiac opens, but man the state of the film industry
sucks right now.
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I
keep swearing I'm going to stop shooting the needle documentary,
but then I get referred to someone with a good story and I can't
stop myself from dragging out the equipment again to film them.
It happened this morning, and at first I was like, "Do I really
want to do this, being five days away from giving birth?" but
then I did it and I'm glad I did. People have good stories. That's
why documentaries are fun. I'm going to shoot one more day if I
can get permission for it this week, and then that'll be it. The
end, over.
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And
in other news, the stock market is making me insane. I've decided
I'm a fair weather investor, which means as soon as things start
to turn south I start to have small heart attacks. And yesterday
and today are making me need to sign up for a quadruple bypass.
I'm afraid to go check the final end of day tally because I know
it's going to be horrendous. Sometimes life would be beautiful with
a crystal ball.
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I
think maybe a week from now I might have a baby here with me. EEEK.
