Weird Day

Today was not a great day, but it was okay.

This morning, Allyn and I went to my 28 week appointment. Allyn tries to make it to every appointment, but it doesn’t always work out. However, this morning, everything was working out marvelously. It even snowed last night! Allyn hates snow, but I absolutely love it. Unfortunately, it hasn’t snowed much this season- we’re looking at a not-so-white Christmas this year. As such, the sight of a light dusting of snow this morning made me very giddy. The meteorologist said that it won’t accumulate at all, so I needed to enjoy it before the sun had a chance to melt it all. Allyn and I pile into the car, he with coffee and a cookie, and myself with neither- as I had my glucose screening coming. We cleared the snow off the car by hand, because we couldn’t find the ice scraper, not that it’d matter much soon.

Into the doctor’s office we went, and I was so tickled to see the snow-coved lot surrounding me. The receptionist didn’t quite hear me when I said that I needed to start my glucose test, but the nurse soon remedied that (after I dropped a few hints on the matter) so we only had to wait an additional 20 minutes longer than planned. The doctor did say that the baby’s heartbeat was a little low, at 130 bpm, but we’re certain that it was simply because our baby likes to sleep in the mornings. I chugged the sugary drink down, while Allyn laughed at the faces I made, and waited the hour. After my blood was drawn, we left the office to run errands.

And the parking lot was covered in snow! It had snowed a good inch and a half while we were in the office. So much for no accumulation! So now we needed to clear a bunch of snow off the car, by hand, and ease our car out of its entrenched parking space. We made time for a snowball fight in the midst of the process, however. I love seeing Allyn try to embrace the whimsy of winter.

“Some Accumulation”

The drive to the bank and the seamstress was a little squirrelly, but not too bad. The seamstress made a mistake on the jacket we’d left, so while she fixed it- I located the ice-scraper and Allyn walked next door to the shop and got Taco Bell. I hate Taco Bell right now, but I was quite hungry and too cold to argue. After all was settled, we skidded and fish-tailed our way home, almost rear-ending a pickup with much better stopping power than my Caliber. When we got home, Allyn and I decided to walk to our corner gas station for soda and snacks. Allyn lamented the cold but neither of us wanted to be on the road while they were still covered with the combination of fresh packing snow and road slush. We got in another snowball fight on the way up and I jumped in the unblemished snow on the way back, Allyn laughed and called me a 4- year-old, and told me that I looked like a penguin, waddling about. He really tries to have fun with the season, for my sake. Unfortunately, the trip to the gas station took up more time than we expected, and made Allyn fall behind on getting ready for work. In a rush, without being able to pack a lunch, he headed to the carpool waiting out in the snow, hoping he wouldn’t have to freeze his toes off on the ‘grind-line’.

Now enjoying some time alone, with the dogs barking incessantly at the neighbors and the snow, and the cats fighting for attention, I get a call from the nurse with my glucose test results. I had elevated levels and need to return on Monday for the 3-hour glucose test. Fast for 8-hours beforehand, and don’t take anything but my prenatal vitamins. The fasting part doesn’t bother me, but I am not looking forward to worrying about the prospect of gestational diabetes all weekend.

Not the greatest day, but still pretty nice.

And Allyn didn’t have to work grind-line. Thankfully.

Marriage is Weird

Greetings my dears!

Let’s talk about marriage. As an institution and a life path, marriage is wonderful.

Marriage, in it’s purest form, is the columniation of love and support, and is the shout-it-from-the-rooftops loud declaration to the government, and to the world, that you have decided that THIS one person is THE person you’re going to stick with the rest of your lives. It is the final stage of dating, and is a very real “leveling up” of your life, your future, and your taxes. Which is beautiful.

And honestly, you may find the one person you want to share tax returns with, after second or third (or n-th) time. That’s beautiful too.

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Dear Weird Child,

I understand that you don’t know much of life yet, being less than half-baked inside my uterus. You haven’t had your first love yet, haven’t met their parents, or even your parents. Your father and I don’t yet know what color-coded stereotype you will be thrust into, but we do know, that you will be weird.

It’s inevitable. You’re going to be weird. There’s truly no hope for you.

I know because I’m weird too. Your whole family is. I’m a chunky woman whom isn’t thick or fit and still looks fine in pictures. I refer to my high school years as my “Anti-puberty”. I care deeply about people’s wellbeing. I work as a babysitter for young children, an HCA for the elderly with Dementia, and as a caregiver for older children with Developmental Disabilities. At home, I run a radio station, and a blog, from my laptop. Your father and I participate in yearly challenges, like Inktober and NaNoWriMo. I’m insufferably hooked on Disney movies and Broadway shows, and I watch them very often and have been doing so long before you were conceived. I also sing horribly off-key, in public, which you already know because I sing to you everyday. Word of caution: I dance as well as I sing.

Your father is a professional DJ, a scientist, and an artist. He is a strong man with long black hair, sometimes dyed green, that he holds back in a long braid while he spray-paints the planets onto your dresser, while he cooks us salmon to eat late at night, and while he casts the spells to protect your nursery. He is a punk rocker, goth kid, firmly political, feminist. He stands up for what he believes in and fights for those who can’t.

Your father is a wonderful man, and he’ll go to any length to protect you and provide for you. After work each night, he lays his head on my belly and talks to you for hours. At this point, I’m sure that you are probably tired of hearing about game campaigns and chemical compounds found in the local environment. But that’s just how weird he is. I mean, wearing the kilt that best matches the punk rock patches you’ve sewn on the baby carrier type of weird.

Your impending weirdness is inevitable.

Your father and I fell in love while we put on and ran Comic Convention that was celebrating the career of an anime voice actor. I did the showcasing and moderated the panels, while he DJ’ed the very successful Steampunk Ball. We both did all of the lighting and sound work for the event. Point in fact, next week, your father is working for another convention, with the same crew.

My dad, your grandfather, is a nurse that sells insurance. He is a huge science fiction fan, and a huge science fan. He and your father play D&D, and other tabletop games, every weekend, all weekend.

Two of your uncles are computer programmers, one of your grandmas is a child psychologist, and another is a truck driver.

Face it kid, you are going to be pretty weird. And I can’t wait.