Queen of Rambles

How can doing nothing make a person so tired? I can barely keep my eyes open right now, but when I tried to take a nap I couldn’t sleep. Ah, the problems of a pregnant woman on bed rest. Want to hear my real problem? My buttocks are getting very tired of being sat upon. I know it always feels like I’m busy. I didn’t realize just how busy I actually, am, though until I was told I couldn’t do anything. I am itching to go swimming or do the elliptical or run around in circles, howling at the moon. Inactivity doesn’t suit me at all.

My side/leg is feeling quite a bit better today, though I started having problems as soon as I sat in the computer chair for five minutes. I like using Mike’s laptop, but I don’t have any of my e-mail accounts set up to go to it, so that makes things a little awkward.

I thought Mike was here to serve my every whim today, but apparently I was wrong. I’d make a request and he’d just give me the “you are a crazy American” look and then laugh the laugh of an evil dictator. He wouldn’t make me a chocolate cake* he wouldn’t make me pumpkin cookies or a pumpkin pie, he wouldn’t shave my legs, he wouldn’t buy me an inversion table or hold me upside down. What good is the boy?

I am really tempted to go to the pool right now and just float around in it. That should count as bed rest, don’t you think?

My grandma called today to ask how Mike’s job was going since there are some good things happening with him at work lately. I told her I was on bed rest three times, but she never did ask me why. She just wanted to know about Mr. Perfect. I know that sounds sarcastic when I say it that way. Mike really is Mr. Perfect and I couldn’t be happier with him. He is everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. It just drives me crazy that my grandma also thinks he is Mr. Perfect and has a clear preference for him. Oh well. She’s never liked me. She doesn’t like fat people. She doesn’t like Braxton or Laynee because they are both fat–and they are babies! Ever since I started getting chubby in the third grade, she’ll look at me and shake her head and say TO MY FACE “you were such a pretty little girl. I don’t know what happened.” No wonder I have issues.

Interestingly enough, she’s the one who likes to stuff my face with sweets every chance she gets. She had three different pies out when I was there earlier this month and was very offended when I wouldn’t eat any of them (frozen cream pies, not homemade). If you don’t like fat people, why do you try to stuff sugar down your grandchildren’s gullets? She even supplies my sister with sugar loaded treats and she is well aware that she’s a diabetic. I don’t understand.

*Later in the afternoon he did surprise me mightily by mixing up a chocolate cake mix. He’s such a good boy.

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