TGIF!

I wonder if anyone is going to notice that "Tit" was in my last title.
I also wonder if the lab people at my clinic notice that I always put a smiley face on my urine sample cup after I write my name.
I further wonder what I am going to wear now that it's warm out and I have no spring fat clothes.
Truly I am meant to be a thin person. Today, in the beautiful spring weather I FELT thin as I tried to squeeze into a pair of Hard Rock Cafe shorts that were at the bottom of my drawer. The Hard Rock on my butt now streetcccches all the way across my ass, so it looks like: H A R D R O C
I don't even think you can see the K, I think it's on my hip now.
I have gained 30 pounds. I always adjust my weight a little when I step on the scale at Dr. Doolittle's..Let's see, shoes 1/2 pound..maternity jeans...2 pounds...shirt 1/2 pound...earrings...pound..Oh just be quiet. I need to make myself feel better..I realize everything doesn't weigh that much..I am probably a little over with the shoes. I am hoping the baby weight will come off fast. I need to get real, I know.

Today is the first really WARM spring day and after school, I released the house from it's plastic tomb.
"Hi."
"Hi. How's your drive?"
"It's going to take me two hours to get home on Fridays in the summer."
"Oh, uh-huh. Well, maybe we can just meet you in Maple Grove until traffic dies down."
Already I am plotting how to get my Friday happy hour back.
Will's commute is bad. He drives from HERE to Eagan. It's at least an hour. We need to move eventually but right now I cannot put one more thing on my plate. I have worries about worrying right now. This is not the time to move.

"So I took the plastic off the windows, Will!"
"Okaay..and the tape?"
"What tape?"
Shit. It's always something. But WHAT TAPE??
It's Friday and we have the whole weekend together. If I were Will I would need to drink a lot of beer. He doesn't, though.
He is very different than me..he seems to cope better with me than I do.
So I am almost 33 weeks and 54 days to go..IF I went full-term. I am really hoping he comes a little early.
Now that I am in the home stretch I mean. Plus, pregnant and in shorts is just a bad bad look.
It really is.