in search of a hott mom
June 07, 2006 at 7:24 a.m.
AK!
Today is Jared's 30th birthday - today my mom flies in from Denver to spend a week with me, today is the last Wednesday I'll teach violin here for hours and hours and hours (I'm stopping now what with the move so close and me so pregnant and all), and tomorrow Jared leaves for Brazil for a MONTH at least. AKAKAKAK. Leaving me in this ginormous house by myself - and YES I'm still afraid of the dark. But I'm only 26 so I'm not old like Jared so you can't mock me for that:)
2 funny observations - one of my student's parents yesterday was surprised by all of the "HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY!" stuff around the house - she was under the assumption that Jared and I were in our 30s already.
I feel way too young to own a house, be graduated from college twice, be having a kid, and moving to a foreign country myself - so thinking I'm in my 30s?? I get mistaken for a teenager sometimes dagnabit. That gave me issuses for at least 17 minutes.
And then at our wedding gig this weekend, the father of the bride congratulated me on hearing I was pregnant. I was wearing a tight shirt by the way - as he asked me it I was about 12 weeks along. Um nope - 22! Now 23, actually. I guess I totally have a different perception of myself than the planet. I'm still thin and adorable and GAH - apparently THIS is what I look like:
A nice man at church takes everyone's picture every week and grabbed Jared and I last Sunday because it was his last Sunday here before leaving the hemisphere and dagnabit - I swear I thought I looked better than that! I really do need a haircut - I'm getting one next week (suggestions? I'm thinking layers and a little length chopped off?) and I guess as much as I think I can put on makeup, I need a specialist or something, and since I'm putting on weight and Jared is loosing like mad - wearing 3 inch heels next to him wasn't the brightest idea ever in terms of trying to not look like an Amazon woman....
I want to be that hott mom, dagnabit! I need some serious help. I promise I tried really hard to look cute that day too - there was even a curling iron involved! And Jared's no help because he alllways thinks I'm beautiful. Although there may be alterior motives there - he HATES to be late and if I start obsessing in the bathroom, oh heaven help us all. He has to go grab the chocolate and hand it to me behind bulletproof glass. Poor guy - I have NO idea how he puts up with me so nicely. I really don't!
So Jared found another young America couple living near us in Brazil and e.mailed them - apparenly they served their missions in the same place and his wife has a kid - and might be expecting too? I can't rememeber. Anywho, they e.mailed us and the wofe was suuuuuper nice and bubbly and when I finally e.mailed her back, she was even more nice and super bubbly. Am I hoping too much to find a friend down there? I've missed having a girlfriend my age here. My Annies and Urmis, Jessicas and Danielles... geez, I've got one for almost every place I've lived in! Except Atlanta, but I did find a eternal companion, so it's all good:)
I just hope I won't be insanely lonely there. I can't speak Portuguese and it will probably be a while and I'm terrified to go anywhere myself - I mean, Campinas is safer than Sao Paulo or Rio, but Brazil ain't exactly Mayberry.
I hope I make a friend or two. I'm gonna be one lonely gal if I can't. Anyone want to visit??
And in the totally-not-necessary-but-yes-I'm-really-pregnant-file, I had a preggo moment yesterday. Jared wanted to go to the temple before we part ways, so yesterday morning I got all dolled up and ate breakfast like a good girl - a whole bowl of strawberries! - and we headed across town.
Me in my only nice maternity skirt - it's light khaki - and a pregnant tummy full of ripe strawberries? Not a good combination. Jared managed to pull over in time for most of the pyrotechnics, but I still got strawberry on my skirt, which I couldn't get out when I made it to a restroom. I cried about it because I can - hey, sick, pregnant, husband leaving for a month, and the skirt was a gift from a good friend. Gah, I was this emotional before I got knocked up too:)
But Jared got the Shout out when we got home and took care of it - he's way too capable for his own good. I HATE throwing up. I just hate it and I don't like doing it routinely, either. Sometimes I think my body and life and everything will never be back to normal and I'll be pregnant forever. I'm afraid I've just become permantenly useless and exhausted. With really faulty plumbing.
Not a pity moment right here by the way - becuase honestly, I discovered that strawberries are the most gentle thing to gurf up. Really, it didn't hurt that bad at all - but popcorn? ug, stay clear of that!!
Y'all wanted to know that right? Just a friendly message from me to you:)
SUPERCRACK needs to go pick up her mom from the airport! Woohoo!!!