bachelorette
i hate those "-ette" and "-ess" nouns, the ones that make women secondary, lesser versions of men. "poetess." "authoress." and especially, "bachelorette." not that i want to be called a "bachelor," either; the word gives off a whiff of pants worn too many times between washings.
so i won't say that i'm about to be a bachelorette; instead i will tell you that justin is headed to nicaragua on saturday and i will be living in the manner in which i lived before we co-habitated, only with a fetus on board and with fewer clothes on the floor. or so one would hope.
justin was more than a little nervous about leaving me at home at the 66% mark of this pregnancy, but i encouraged him to go. it will be his last chance for child-free travel for a long, long time, so he should savor the opportunity - not that we both don't look forward to carting milo around the world, but it will be a very different form of travel than the one to which we are currently accustomed. we can hardly impose the "only pack as much as you can carry yourself" rule on young z until he's at least, oh, 6 or 7, can we? no, really, i'm asking - can we?
other than being nuts, i'm in great shape, and so is the babe. there's nothing for justin to worry about, and it's not like he won't be checking e-mail or calling daily. no one is going to take away any of his fatherhood stars for missing ONE prenatal checkup, despite his fears.
of course i will miss him, but i do look forward to some time to myself, especially since i'm out of school for the summer and actually have a little time to squander. i plan to go see "american dreamz," for one thing, since justin would rather have his eyes gouged than see hugh grant on film. i'm going to plant the karl rosenfeld and sarah bernhardt peonies justin got me in advance for mother's day. i might buy a chocolate cake and actually bring it in the house, since the dieter won't be around to be tempted. i'll probably invite the girls over for a sleepover so we can have pillow fights and drink tea with our pinkies extended. okay, i will not be doing that last thing, but it will give justin something to dream about.
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to everyone who offered support in my time of mental need yesterday, i thank you. and i did kick that test's ass, dammit. or at least i hope i did. i at least got a "b" and am hoping for a curve to bump it to an "a." i do have a little wiggle room, though, since the paper i got back yesterday (20% of my final grade) received a 100 and had lovely comments from the instructor about theoretical soundness and historical reflectiveness and so forth. so yea for me.
so i won't say that i'm about to be a bachelorette; instead i will tell you that justin is headed to nicaragua on saturday and i will be living in the manner in which i lived before we co-habitated, only with a fetus on board and with fewer clothes on the floor. or so one would hope.
justin was more than a little nervous about leaving me at home at the 66% mark of this pregnancy, but i encouraged him to go. it will be his last chance for child-free travel for a long, long time, so he should savor the opportunity - not that we both don't look forward to carting milo around the world, but it will be a very different form of travel than the one to which we are currently accustomed. we can hardly impose the "only pack as much as you can carry yourself" rule on young z until he's at least, oh, 6 or 7, can we? no, really, i'm asking - can we?
other than being nuts, i'm in great shape, and so is the babe. there's nothing for justin to worry about, and it's not like he won't be checking e-mail or calling daily. no one is going to take away any of his fatherhood stars for missing ONE prenatal checkup, despite his fears.
of course i will miss him, but i do look forward to some time to myself, especially since i'm out of school for the summer and actually have a little time to squander. i plan to go see "american dreamz," for one thing, since justin would rather have his eyes gouged than see hugh grant on film. i'm going to plant the karl rosenfeld and sarah bernhardt peonies justin got me in advance for mother's day. i might buy a chocolate cake and actually bring it in the house, since the dieter won't be around to be tempted. i'll probably invite the girls over for a sleepover so we can have pillow fights and drink tea with our pinkies extended. okay, i will not be doing that last thing, but it will give justin something to dream about.
*****
to everyone who offered support in my time of mental need yesterday, i thank you. and i did kick that test's ass, dammit. or at least i hope i did. i at least got a "b" and am hoping for a curve to bump it to an "a." i do have a little wiggle room, though, since the paper i got back yesterday (20% of my final grade) received a 100 and had lovely comments from the instructor about theoretical soundness and historical reflectiveness and so forth. so yea for me.
posted by laura at 6:23 PM
5 Comments:
"the word gives off a whiff of pants worn too many times between washings."
Oh - my. This has me cracking up! And, for anyone who read her previous post from yesterday "my pants smell funny" it will really resonate ... ask Laura what pants she is wearing today.
Go on then, Laura: What pants are you wearing?
Smartypants!
why is that men are always more interested in a woman's pants than, say, her academic achievements???
You mentioned them first...
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