RitchieWoman (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ritchiewoman) wrote,@ 2004-07-26 00:34:00 |
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I'm BAAACK!
Just like the Gropenator, I am BACK.
I cannot believe how long it's been since I've written. I was so so sick for the first 3 months of this pregnancy. I still had to be on the computer for work, so the minute I wasn't working, I shoved my laptop under my couch and headed straight for the toilet.
But now, I'm so much better - and yes! I am still pregnant! That was a concern with the former miscarriage and all. But this one is holdin' on. I'm 19 weeks into it and we found out definitely last week that it's a boy, which is extremely cool, especially after seeing all the barely-clothed teenage girls walking around my local mall. My GOD - I SO didn't look like that when I was 16! Dude, these girls are STACKED. I can't deal with that. Give me a pimply goofy boy any day.
Jase and I have talked a lot about how teenage girls seem more, um, mature these days. Jase has decided that it is hormones in meat and milk that are making these girls "blossom". But when I shared this theory with someone, probably Peachy, or possibly my mom, I was posed the question, "So why don't the boys look any older?" Good question, isn't it? The boys look exactly the same as they did when I was in school.
Anyway, so I'm glad I can put off that whole girl-growing-up-too-fast afterschool special off for a couple of years. We don't have a name yet, except the one Pavitt and I came up with when I first learned I was knocked up - Romano Ritchie, after Robert Romano on ER. Which I really do like, actually! But there are two celebrities, Debra Messing and Cate Blanchett, who have had baby boys this year and named them Roman. I hate the name Roman. It reminds me of a character on Days of Our Lives. But I really do like Romano.
Not that it matters what I like. See, I made this stupid arrangement with Jase that if it was a boy, he could name it and if it were a girl, I could. It's a similar arrangement to John Travolta and Kelly Preston. I have no idea why I read this and thought, "Hey! What a great idea!", especially since their son's name is Jet. As in Plane.
But I think I can reneg on this when in the delivery room. I mean, it's coming out of MY vagina. As boss Peggy said to me, I have "pass-thru" rights that trump any stupid celebrity tradition I read about in People magazine.
So I'm back. And the baby is back. And hopefully I'm setting up the Notify List thingee right so y'all don't have to guess when I write again.
Why now, you may ask? Well, I had a "loverly linner" tonight with my journaling friends Peachy (of course), Chiara and Sundry. And we had the BEST time being loud and obnoxious and so Sex and the City sans Manolos. Peach turned on our waiter by ordering not just a Dirty Martini, but an even more delicious Filthy one. Well, this made the waiter our new best friend/stalker. All these beautiful women write journals, and I realized I missed writing in mine.
It's nice to be back, folks! When I get really savvy, and when I bring my pics over to Peach's house for scanning, I'll even post the baby pictures/blobs. He's an adorable blob!!! I love him already!
But I am worried about Boo and how he will cope. Alas, this is too distressing to dwell upon. Seriously - it keeps me up at night. My mother-in-law asked what we would do if Boo doesn't get along with the baby. I answered matter-of-factly that we would, of course, get rid of the baby. Oh, I laughed along with her, letting her think it was all in fun. But we know better.
xoxo A
let's try this:
Just like the Gropenator, I am BACK.
I cannot believe how long it's been since I've written. I was so so sick for the first 3 months of this pregnancy. I still had to be on the computer for work, so the minute I wasn't working, I shoved my laptop under my couch and headed straight for the toilet.
But now, I'm so much better - and yes! I am still pregnant! That was a concern with the former miscarriage and all. But this one is holdin' on. I'm 19 weeks into it and we found out definitely last week that it's a boy, which is extremely cool, especially after seeing all the barely-clothed teenage girls walking around my local mall. My GOD - I SO didn't look like that when I was 16! Dude, these girls are STACKED. I can't deal with that. Give me a pimply goofy boy any day.
Jase and I have talked a lot about how teenage girls seem more, um, mature these days. Jase has decided that it is hormones in meat and milk that are making these girls "blossom". But when I shared this theory with someone, probably Peachy, or possibly my mom, I was posed the question, "So why don't the boys look any older?" Good question, isn't it? The boys look exactly the same as they did when I was in school.
Anyway, so I'm glad I can put off that whole girl-growing-up-too-fast afterschool special off for a couple of years. We don't have a name yet, except the one Pavitt and I came up with when I first learned I was knocked up - Romano Ritchie, after Robert Romano on ER. Which I really do like, actually! But there are two celebrities, Debra Messing and Cate Blanchett, who have had baby boys this year and named them Roman. I hate the name Roman. It reminds me of a character on Days of Our Lives. But I really do like Romano.
Not that it matters what I like. See, I made this stupid arrangement with Jase that if it was a boy, he could name it and if it were a girl, I could. It's a similar arrangement to John Travolta and Kelly Preston. I have no idea why I read this and thought, "Hey! What a great idea!", especially since their son's name is Jet. As in Plane.
But I think I can reneg on this when in the delivery room. I mean, it's coming out of MY vagina. As boss Peggy said to me, I have "pass-thru" rights that trump any stupid celebrity tradition I read about in People magazine.
So I'm back. And the baby is back. And hopefully I'm setting up the Notify List thingee right so y'all don't have to guess when I write again.
Why now, you may ask? Well, I had a "loverly linner" tonight with my journaling friends Peachy (of course), Chiara and Sundry. And we had the BEST time being loud and obnoxious and so Sex and the City sans Manolos. Peach turned on our waiter by ordering not just a Dirty Martini, but an even more delicious Filthy one. Well, this made the waiter our new best friend/stalker. All these beautiful women write journals, and I realized I missed writing in mine.
It's nice to be back, folks! When I get really savvy, and when I bring my pics over to Peach's house for scanning, I'll even post the baby pictures/blobs. He's an adorable blob!!! I love him already!
But I am worried about Boo and how he will cope. Alas, this is too distressing to dwell upon. Seriously - it keeps me up at night. My mother-in-law asked what we would do if Boo doesn't get along with the baby. I answered matter-of-factly that we would, of course, get rid of the baby. Oh, I laughed along with her, letting her think it was all in fun. But we know better.
xoxo A
let's try this:
