Massage!

I'm about to go in for a pre-natal massage. I hope it's the kind with a hole in the table for my tummy. I SO miss lying on my stomach. I kind of can't sleep because of it. I can't lay on my back OR my stomach.... that doesn't leave a whole lot. Ugh.

I'm a little nervous. I've had massages before, not a lot, and I've been freakishly nervous every time. I don't know why because I LOVE to be massaged. In fact, that's why I made this appointment. I was feeling very stressed the other day, and Pibb came over and started massaging my shoulders & neck. I almost died of happiness.

Touching my head kind of lightly & the back of my neck sends me into spasms of ecstacy. I friggin' love it. I LOVE getting my hair washed.

Anyway, the movers come on Wednesday, and we leave Austin for good on Thursday. Things are a bit stressful. So, I figure that can't be good for the little Roo. I want her to be happy & stress-free. So, a massage for me! Yay!

Where I'll eat

Now, I know I haven't updated in a while. And tons of stuff has happened. (i.e. I'm 5+ months pregnant, gave my notice at work, planning my move to Boston, etc...) but this needs to have a post of its own.

This is where and what I will eat as soon as I get into town (give me a break! I'm pregnant!)

• Homemade lobster ravioli at Il Panino in Cambridge AND/OR in the North End
• Lobster bisque at Turner Fisheries in Melrose
• Chili at Jose's in Cambridge
• Camptown shrimp at the Border Cafe in Cambridge
• Lobster roll at Kelly's Roast Beef in Revere
• Mrs. Budd's chicken pot pie from Super Stop & Shop

These are the things & places that I've missed in the past 9 years. Missed BAD.

Soon, my delicious loves... soon.

Kicking baby!

This morning I felt the little Roo kick from the OUTside! About 3 times. I almost woke up Pibb, but I figured it wouldn't last, and I was right. He/She usually only kicks about 3 times and that's it. So just as I'm "Oh! Is that the...." Done.

I've been feeling the kicking for almost 2 weeks now. Very faint at first. And, again, very short and sporadic. This morning was the hardest I've felt it. I can't wait until Pibb can feel the kicks from the outside!

Various people have been saying "You'd never know you're pregnant!" and "You don't look pregnant!" which is somewhat horrifying since (to me) it means I just look sort of fat. I don't even fit into my FAT pants anymore and had to go maternity shopping. I picked up some super cute jeans that have that dismaying elastic tummy thing going on. MUCH more comfortable. I look extremely pregnant to me, but apparently my bulging stomach doesn't look preggers to anyone else!

I swore this time I would take a picture once a week to chart my tummy progress. So far: No pictures. Sigh.

No thank you

I just told this story to Mr. Pibb and after us both laughing for about 20 minutes (and his continuing to making fun of me for the rest of the day), I thought I would relate it here.

I was 21 and went on a white-water rafting trip (as I was wont to do). I flirted with this super hot rafting guide throughout the trip. We hung out in a hot tub together afterwards, and then went back to my camp (there were, like, 10-20 people on this trip and we all shared a campsite). We hung out by the fire chatting for a while. I found out his favorite band was Rush. (later, I asked my cousin Michelle if I liked Rush... I didn't really know who they were. She replied: "Put it this way, whenever we're driving and Rush comes on the radio, you yell "Oh my GOD! What IS this crap!?! It's, like, the worst thing I've ever heard!!" and you quickly change the station." Um, oh.)

He asked me if I wanted to go on a walk. I was pretty much in 7th heaven! Up until then, he was beyond the hottest guy who'd ever been interested in me. We walked a ways away from the camp and gazed at the stars. I said something like "It's beautiful." He said something like "You're beautiful!" hee hee.

Then he just grabbed me and we started making out. It was pretty awesome. After a few minutes of this, he whispered softly into my my ear:

"Would you like me to give you an orgasm?"

"No thank you." I replied.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! I am literally laughing out loud while typing this! When I told Pibb, he covered his face with a pillow and started screaming into it, rolling around, and laughing hysterically.

I mean, what was I supposed to say?! a) It was outside in the middle of nowhere! Was I supposed to take my pants off? Lie down or stand there? Bugs! and b) I'm not a complete whore. I just wanted to make out with a cute guy.

Besides, who the fuck asks someone if they would like to have an orgasm? In fact, who's says "orgasm?"

The whole thing is just so horrifying and hysterical. I love how polite I was about it, too! HAH! We made out for a few more minutes, and then we walked back to the camp. On the way, he told me I was special. HAH HAH!

God, that story kills me every time I think of it.

It's catching!

I feel bad for my co-worker. We work with a lot of sales people (she's a designer like me, and only 23) and they keep coming over and saying stuff like "Careful, Allie, you're next!" "Better not drink the water, Allie, it's catching!" and stuff like that. In reference to the fact that I'm pregnant and she sits next to me.

I really want to say something like "Well, Joe, it takes more than drinking some water or sitting next to a pregnant person to get pregnant!"

And I really REALLY want to add "You need to get fucked... hard. Bareback without a condom."

Away we go!

The Pibbster & I are going away this weekend. Alone. OK, also with Bebop (she's far too cute to leave behind!). We're staying in a little cottage. I'm so excited about it I could die.

I tried remembering the last time we did this, and I'm horrified to say that it was over 2 years ago. (trips to Boston & Chicago don't count 'cause they're we're rarely alone and they're not romantic)

I don't even know if you can count the Big Bear trip two years ago since it was right after Jack died, and I was really really sick (both mentally & physically). It was great to get away, though, and even though I was sick and we cried a lot, I also somehow ended up having a really great peaceful & relaxing time. Weird huh?

I can't WAIT to have just... nothing to do but read & play with Bebop & hang out with Pibb.

Harry Potter

I feel the need to point out that I have LOST a few pounds since becoming pregnant almost 3 months ago. This is in case you were all sitting at home thinking "So... Jess has a fat stomach now even though she's not showing..."

Yeah, I know. I have a few body issues which I really really hope I don't pass on to my kid.

Speaking of body issues, Pibb & I went to see Harry Potter yesterday and he ended up sitting next to an obese woman (who was probably in her 30s) who was a little TOO into Harry Potter.

Even though he enjoyed the movie, he almost left halfway through because she kept ordering plate after plate of food (it was at The Alamo where you can order food & drinks during the movie)... even though our food took, like an hour to come. Plus she kept laughing, giggling, and snorting LOUDLY throughout the movie (like so that you could hear only HER throughout the theater). Literally SNORTING! Making some of the weirdest noises. And constantly slamming into him with her arm, leg, & foot. I felt really bad for him.

Before the show, she was super loud (like, she wanted everyone around her to listen to what she's saying. I call this Los Angelesitis, 'cause everyone did that in LA). She mostly bitched about Hermoine being "too skinny... I mean her FACE is just SO SKINNY! And her HAIR! She's just not Hermoine. She just isn't!" All this as she was shoving food into her face.

I was mostly amused and a bit horrified by this woman. I was somewhat surprised she wasn't in costume. Poor Pibb had to sit right next to her, though, and he wasn't amused at all.