Wednesday, 5. January 2011
I’m not a big New Year resolution person. I think after 15 years of vowing to do something different/better/Oprah-esque only to wind up at December 31 as the exact same person I’ve always been, I realized that I’m just going to resolve to be me. And to be happy with the me that I am.
Besides, I’ve already given up drinking. And sushi. And I’m having a fucking baby in 2011. What more do I need to do to feel better about myself?
I did decide to try and be a lot more patient. Especially when it comes to driving around LA. So far so shitty, but there’s always tomorrow.
The holidays are gone and things have pretty much returned to normal. I loved having two weeks off. It was great to do things around the house, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to actually enjoying coming back to work. I like having a stable routine and things to do. I kept myself busy working around the house, but if I had to listen to Oprah talk about her tribe one more fucking day I was going to stab myself. Also, The View? Horrible. Of course all the good shows – Real Housewives, Top Chef – were on hiatus. Boo.
Other things I learned while spending too much time with my husband: Most things relating to pregnancy are best left to yourself. I was uber-excited about my new maternity underwear and when I showed Laef I am 99% certain that any thoughts of sexual activity disappeared for at least 22 days. He doesn’t need to see the huge clothes, the happy trail, the tears, the fears, the 12 pieces of Sees candy gone. He’s not going to be excited about the stroller I picked out or the swaddle blanket I bought. He is excited about one thing: the baby. I will try to remember that over the next 6 months.
The cat doesn’t give two shits about the baby, and in fact doesn’t like babies. We had our friends Allie and Greg over for New Years Eve. They brought their tiny baby over and Sanch thought it was another cat with a better blanket than him. He could not wrap his tiny brain around what it was. He explored, but was petrified. So, it should be fun teaching him that he will soon be second in line for cuddling and attention.
I wish I had better stories to tell. I wish I could tell you that we won Mega Millions and Laef gave me and extra $50 for spending money, but out of five tickets we had ZERO numbers. So we’re back to the grind, but as far as I can tell, 2011 is going to be like no other year!