Saturday, February 7, 2009

Ramblings from 17 weeks.


The last 24 hours have been a blur, but oh so fun! Let me start with the dinner dance.

Yesterday was Life Center's Valentine's Day Dinner Dance. After hearing a few announcements and twisting the arms of friends, we decided to dress to impress and head out for the evening. My dilemma, dress shopping. This always catches me at the last minute. I go into 3 different stores, buy 3 different outfits, try them all on at home, and return the rejects. Stressful to say the least (and I ended up wearing a jacket I already owned anyway). Dinner is great, dancing is even better, and Brandon does a smashing job at MC and DJ throughout the night.

This morning I snuggled with the puppies in bed after Brandon left for the Sportsman Show at 7am (he has been getting next to no sleep lately, so if you think of it, send up a prayer for his sanity). Today marks the 17th week that I am pregnant. "What a great day," I say aloud to Jesus who loves these morning chats. "Man, am I thankful for this amazing pregnancy!" A couple hours later, I manage to get dressed and hop in the car to get the Diamondback crew lunch. I pull up to a stop light, iPod blaring, and try to disconnect the jack from my phone to call Brandon. Hmmm, not working. While still driving I'm trying to get this technology, the iPhone, to coordinate with me. (On a side note, the heated seats are on and I'm starting to get a little nauseous. This happened to me before I was pregnant when I would leave the seats on high and get so warm it would make me feel woozy.) My eyes are up and down trying to stay on the road and call Brandon. Finally, I'm parked in front of the farm show building, waiting to pick him up and take him along to grab food. Yikes, my mood really goes downhill from here. All of a sudden I am sweating bullets and can't get this itchy scarf off to save my life. The window button is nowhere to be found and Brandon's asking me if I'm ok. "No, I'm either going to throw up or pass out," I manage to chirp before I get my coat off. We pull into Burger King. The line is out the door. At this point Brandon is literally wiping sweat off my forehead. My arms are sweating. My hands are sweating. I'm outside without a jacket and it's 42 degrees. Let me take a moment to share that I felt so bad, I didn't care if I had to lay my head on a dirty Burger King table. I didn't care if the whole world could see my behind as I sat down on the curb. I just needed a little bit of sugar and this line was as slow as molasses. Forty five minutes and a lot of sweat later, I gulped a Sprite and inhaled a Whopper with cheese. The most dirty, fattening meal I've probably eaten in years, became my saving grace. Hallelujah for fast food!

Taken. Johannah and I agreed that we both needed a break from chick flicks and were impressed by the trailor of this movie. The Great Escape Theater let us down by announcing that they were sold out, just minutes before the actual movie started, the trailers were already over. Never to fear when the iPhone is near (you'd think I was getting paid to do advertising for them). We looked up Regal Cinema's show times and realized we could haul arse to make it at that theater. We pull in, line out the door, the automatic teller says that tickets are unavailable, and the clerk announces there are 35 tickets left (there were at least 60 people in front of us). By the Lord's amazing grace, we made it in the theater, down the hall, only to realize that the only 2 seats left were in the middle front row! Talk about a pain in the neck! "Alright, there are 2 oversized ladies with empty seats on either side of them. Ask them to move," I whispered. Jo danced up the aisles and gave me the thumbs up as the ladies rearranged themselves. Only problem is that the seats are in the middle and no one on the end of the aisles wanted to move. So, what did we do? The only thing we could do...jump over the seats. Why not? I'm only 17 weeks pregnant, not 4o! Ahh, the sweetest thing was sitting down just in time for the actual movie to start and realizing an hour and a half later that this "sold out" drama was well worth it. The movie was amazing! I mean, amazing. But, don't believe me, see it for yourself!

3 comments:

Kelly said...

did somebody say whopper burger? and was it by chance a whopper with cheese 17?

Samantha said...

Whopper cheese 19...and no, I've learned to love those tomaters!

Kelly said...

ahhh that's it! oh good I am glad you are embrassing the nutritious value of a fast food slice of tomato...lol.