Me: "Is it hot in here to you?"
Brian: "No, not really." (as he pulls on his wool socks)
Me: "You didn't turn the heat on did you?" (Knowing I'm probably going to wake up at 3am in a pool of my own sweat)
Brian: "I don't want Hayley to get cold."
Obviously his internal thermostat is broken because it couldn't possibly be me. In fact, I'm beginning to think that all these Floridians are certifiably crazy. The other morning Hayley and I headed outside to take Chloe for a walk. I had on shorts and a t-shirt, as did Hayley. It felt WONDERFUL outside. As we walked, we ran into one of the neighbors who looked at me strange and said "aren't you all cold??" He was wearing a sweatshirt and gloves. Obviously I wasn't cold and I could tell he was worried about the welfare of my daughter. His thermostat must be broken too. Luckily, Hayley seems to run about as warm blooded as me right now, so we're a good pair.
I think Hayley is warm because of all the running around she does and I'm pretty sure that I've identified the source that is making me so hot blooded. I like to call it my "fire within." It's coming from my esophagus. It's on fire all day long. Eating is becoming an exercise in misery once again as EVERYTHING I ingest results in the all day burn. Some foods are more pyrotechnic however. My general rule of thumb is that if it is enjoyable to eat (ie: decaf coffee, chocolate and tomato based foods, so long sweet Italian), then it will probably induce indigestion that is incurable by Tums or Maalox (of which I should own stock in by this point). I had (what I thought was bad at the time) indigestion with Hayley and we all know how much hair my little baldy had for her first year of life. If Frog Prince is born bald then I think I can safely shoot down that whole indigestion is linked to babies with lots of hair study.
But of all the perils of pregnancy, I've concluded that the most damaging one of all is the loss of my mind. I didn't have much to spare this time around as I'm pretty certain I hadn't fully recovered the brain cells I lost while pregnant with Hayley. At this point, I sometimes wonder if I should be responsible for myself, much less a toddler. One of my pre-baby projects was to clean up our home computers. Our home PC has been running like a dog and my laptop wasn't much faster. Part of the problem is that my hard drive was FULL of digital pictures. I bought a shiny new external hard drive and proceeded to backup both computers before reformatting the drives. The process went smoothly on both computers and I was pleased that I'd made it through this whole process without any problems. UNTIL... I decided it was time to begin work on Hayley's two year old birthday slideshow and I began searching on that shiny new external hard drive for all of those digital photos of my princess. Everything that I didn't care a lick about was backed up on that hard drive except the ONLY thing I did care about... ALL MY DIGITAL PHOTOS!! Of course I called Brian at work, completely hysterical that I'd LOST every memory of Hayley's first years of life. Once he calmed me down and reminded me that unless I'd scrubbed the drive the odds were good that I could somehow get my pictures back. Yes, his wisdom and ability to stay calm in an absolute CRISIS is just one of the many reasons why I married this wonderful man.
So after $70 (worth every penny) and some time on the Internet, I think I have recovered just about all of our hundreds of pictures. It's taken me hours to sort back through all of the pictures and reorganize them by date, etc. but I feel like this is a worthy punishment that I am grateful for at this point. My new plan for photo storage now includes keeping a copy of all pictures on that shiny new hard drive, as well as burning a copy to cd and taking it to a top secret, weather-proof offsite storage location that is manned by an armed guard 24 hours a day. I don't want any crazy people (you know, like me) getting access to my photos!
Ah, pregnancy. It's a
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