I've been wanting to write a blog for YEARS, but like a lot of things I've wanted to do, it wasn't until I fell pregnant and bars stopped being fun that I actually found the motivation to do them. Things like: eating healthy meals at home, taking long walks, waking up before 11 on days I don't have to work, doing my laundry on a semi-regular basis, making art, using the public library...so this is what people mean when they say becoming a parent makes you a better person. I always thought they were just being smug.
Speaking of smug, I promise not to become one of those parents who says things like, "You can't understand until you have a child." I may think it, but I'll keep it to myself. This might be as futile as when I was a teenager and swore I'd be a cool adult who understood what its like to be a teenager. For the most part I now think teenagers are annoying (especially in packs), with stupid hair. And their music all sounds the same. Get off my lawn kid.
Alterra is my favorite hangout now. Rose melange and minty green tea, what more could you want? Its also a good environment for writing. At least it WAS, until the woman a few tables away started snorting and coughing and expelling her rosemary turkey wrap THROUGH HER NOSE. Or the guy who thinks he's Robert Pattinson walked by and gave me what I'm sure he thought were "twilight eyes". Hey guy, you're NOT ROBERT PATTINSON. Also, stop looking at my dog.
People love my chihuahua. Everywhere we go he gets pointed at and whispered about, strangers want to come over and touch him and talk to him. I wonder if thats how it feels to be a celebrity. I wonder if thats how people are going to act when I have the baby out in public too. I can't wait to take them out together (maybe even dressed in tiny matching outfits!) and see who gets more attention. My money's on the chihuahua.
Some pregnancy bonuses: I can be as crabby as I want and blame it on hormones, apparently I'm "glowing" (although I attribute that more to not drinking and eating healthily) and I no longer feel compelled to suck in my stomach (even though I have yet to gain a pound).
