By popular demand

Okay, due to several requests, I am actually going to post a pregnant picture here. You all can vote about how enormous you think I am and how big you think I'll be. However, anyone who says anything too depressing will be permanently blocked and removed from my "I like you" list. So, remember, you will be addressing someone with heightened emotional sensitivity (like it wasn't already bad). So even though I may realize my reactions and feelings are excessive in relation to the offense - those feelings are still pretty potent!

However, since I have received so many remarks about my increasing girth, I've been trying to decide what suitable responses I can give to highly insensitive comments about my body. I'd like to add - I haven't ever actually wanted people to notice my body. But if people ARE going to notice and if they have to comment, I'd prefer it be a little kindlier.

Inexplicable

So I purchased new glasses. It's been several years. But I figure I'll never have cute glasses because I'm incredibly blind. So the current fashionable dime-size lenses won't work for me. I need some peripheral vision too, you know.

But I digress. I went in before Christmas because there was a place conveniently in our way, while we were present shopping. Dan helped me to pick out something not too awful. Because I can't trust my judgement on that sort of thing at all! Unless I'm trying to select BCGs (birth control glasses), and then I do pretty well on my own.

I didn't expect instant gratification. Which turned out to be a good thing. As lousy as my prescription is, they had to send out for the lenses. Well, after New Year's, I remembered I had ordered glasses but I still hadn't heard from the store. So I called to find out the status and I was informed that there were some delays due to the holidays. Fine, I can accept that. However, the very next day I received a note in the mail from this retailer, stating they had been unable to contact me, but my glasses were ready for pickup. Huh. Was there a reason they could not impart this info to me while I was on the phone with them?? So I called the next day to verify that they really were ready, but I was absolutely too tired to do anything but go directly home from work and crash. But they said, no problem, I could pick them up at my convenience. Well, yesterday I really was going to fetch them, but staying awake at work ALL day was more taxing than I had anticipated and I was too completely overcome with exhaustion to even care about getting them. Which is good. Because last night when Dan checked the front porch, hoping to see the a box containing The Office Season 5, he found a package for me. It was my swanky new pair of glasses.

It's stuff like this that makes it so much easier to believe that overpopulation by idiots is serious concern. However, God must still be watching out for them, because had I gone to the store last night in my completely exhausted, almost-crying-tired condition, I'm pretty sure that somebody in the store would have been screamed at.

Why I don't blog more

I really like reading other people's blogs. It's fun to read about the fascinating, silly, and/or mundane little tidbits that I wouldn't learn about my family and friends unless we spent ALL our time on the phone. Which isn't an option. This makes me feel like I also should blog, because of course, aren't you all fascinated by what goes on my life??

Unfortunately, I find I have no energy. All my energy particles have reduced to the lowest level and are holding steady there. There is no capacity for photon emission of any sort. Only the absolutely essential things get done, and they certainly get done much less efficiently and expeditiously and intelligently than they did before. I go to work. I eat. I go to the bathroom. I eat. And somehow all that makes me perfectly exhausted before I ever get home. Then I just try to find things to do that won't require any effort and will take only an hour or two, so then I can just get ready for bed and blissful sleep.

So basically, any motivation/energy/excitement/etc is used up while I am at work, and when I come home, there is only the cranky, whiny husk of myself. No clever thoughts, no motivation to clean up my slobby home, no desire to be with people where I will need to listen and exert myself. I feel a little guilty that I am nice at work and crabby at home. But then again, no one really comes to my isolated little cubicle.

I console myself that no one is really that interested in my life. So you don't really feel any lack by me not posting.

I'd like to add one final gripe here .... Yesterday someone told me I am bigger than the lady at work who is due in 5 weeks. I am not pleased with the number of people who have told me I am huge already. I really shouldn't be so sensitive about my new proportions, but I am. And I'm only going to be friends with people who say I am cute.

Maybe next week I'll be tired and friendless.