New Topic: Pregnancy in Practice

I’m starting a new category on the blog front.  We’re calling it Pregnancy in Practice.  I’ll set the scene, tell you the truth of what happened and then you’ll see there really is something that goes on in a brain of a pregnant women.  I’ll put all off topic thoughts in italics -so you can see how my brain wanders too.  That will be very fun.

Scene 1: Pocklock and I went to have a little pizza party for lunch, because it’s Monday and we both had to work and that’s really unfair because most of the world is off today, so we needed a pizza party, so we threw one and later this afternoon when I want a pizza party surprise I’ll just be able to .  We had a lovely time and now we’re paying the bill.  We each have $7 in cash.  Pocklock puts the bill on her card (thanks for Pizza today, by the way) and the tip is decided to be $4.00

CC: Puts down a $5 bill and asks Pocklock for $1
Pocklock: Hands over money with a smile
CC: Puts $1 in wallet
CC: looks at $5 bill on table.  Thinks.  That shouldn’t be $5.00 – that should be $4.00.  I took back a dollar.  It should only be $4.00.
CC: “That’s not right – it was supposed to be only $4.00 – see this way he still got $5….because it’s a $5 dollar bill.  I’m not so bright today.”
Pocklock:  “And I totally trusted you and just handed you the money”
CC: I totally should NOT be trusted.
Pocklock: “We could always put -$1.00 as the tip on the bill (joking)”

Scene 2: Returning back to the office after Pizza Party.  CC spots little boy (10 or 11) walking a baby carriage.  Smiles.  Pulls into spot.  Little boy right next to door to enter.  He had the lime green bugaboo carriage stroller and I have to wonder is it worth it?  Do you have one of these?  Do you think it’s worth it?  Would you just get a regular stroller?  I’m thinking about the jogging stroller.  Any recommendations.  Start Diaglog:

CC: Hi there.  What a cute baby
Boy: and I QUOTE “Would you mind talking a little quieter I’m clearly trying to put this baby down for a nap”
CC: Feels inadequate and fearful of having a child of ones own
CC: Snickers while walking away.  Suppresses urge to SCREAM out the office window at the Boy.
CC: Remembers leftover pizza in new car and doesn’t want new car to smell
CC: Runs down the stairs to the car and considers for many seconds setting off the alarm in an evil plight to get back at little boy for being made to feel inadequate.

Scene 3: While watching the Duke game with FH last night.  Note that I have watched more basketball games then I ever care to admit.  I watch a lot of basketball, I know the rules now, I firmly believe that knowing the rules entitles me to yell at the refs louder then I used to BEFORE I knew the rules…and that was loud.  I’m a rowdy fan.  I mean how many opportunities do you get to scream “YOU SUCK” to someone while they are doing their JOB????  You can’t just let that opportunity fly by – you MUST take advantage.  I offer no apologies.  I hate to stay off topic – but what would you pay to just scream YOU SUCK to some people that you’ve worked with at one point in your life…maybe it was the guy that couldn’t get the icecream on the cone without breaking the cone, or maybe it was a supervisor in a call center environment, or maybe it was the person that was promoted for NO good reason. Just the idea of screaming You Suck at them really gets me going…it also makes me think about wanting some ice cream…Carvel ice cream cake even.  Yum, maybe next Monday we will throw a Carvel Ice Cream Cake party. Back to scene.  You see going off topic and losing my thought altogether is another example of how I’ve kind of lost it here.

CC: What’s that number :35 mean?
FH: It’s the shotclock
CC: Oh, I thought that was how much time was left in the game
FH: No, there’s 4:38 left in the game
CC: So how long do they get to put off a shot
FH: 35 seconds…that’s why they call it the shot-clock..do you know what the number next to Duke is?  super condescending voice
CC: It’s the score…oh shut up…you were talking down to me…that’s not nice.  It’s late.  I’m tired.  I’m having your child that means you HAVE to be nice to me.  It’s the law.
FH: laughing What about that number next to Wake Forest
CC: That’s it.  You’re no longer cute.
FH: You’ve been a little scary since this whole bun in the oven…are you sure this baby isn’t taking up brain space
CC: Long pause I’m going to ask Teddy and Oreo to walk all over you while you’re trying to sleep.  Yeah.  And they will.  Because they love me.  And they know who buys the cat food in this house.  Do you know who buys the cat food? Yeah, I thought that would keep you quiet
FH: Snores.