Vroom, vroom!
Last night, Darling Husband and I were doing a little car research. We’re trying to figure out what fuel-efficient, budget-friendly piece of metal is going to replace our beloved SUV.
Somewhere along the way, it turned into a baby name discussion — doesn’t it always?
ME: Hey — Aston Martin! Wouldn’t that be a cute boy’s name?
DARLING HUSBAND: Uh, no.
ME: No, no, it would! Little Aston Martin.
DARLING HUSBAND: No way.
But it got me thinking — Darling Husband is a huge car/truck/airplane/any-vehicle lover. If we have a boy, maybe a car name would be cute?
Here are some auto-inspired name possibilities:
- Brock (like!)
- Archer (like!)
- Austin (annoyingly trendy)
- Aston Martin (the kid would get nicknamed “Ass”)
- Bentley (too trendy, I think)
- Blake (kind of like)
- Carlton (can’t stop picturing this)
- Henry (unfortunately, Darling Husband still hates it)
- Lexus (sounds a lot like A-lexis)
What do you think? Is the car thing crazy? Unfortunately, we can’t name the kid after my hobbies, unless we want to call him/her “Gluegun” or “Singer.”
Third time’s the charm?
It’s official: I was not knocked up in August.
I pretty much expected this, so I’m not super-disappointed like I was in July.
This, of course, means I did not get pregnant at age 25 — which I sort of figured I would be.
I expressed this to friend C — who is pregnant — the other night, and she assured me that “it happens when it’s supposed to happen.” She told me about a friend of hers who was TTC, and was disappointed that it was taking so long. After a year of trying, she got pregnant within two months of her sister, so they got to go through the whole experience together! She said then that she understood that it really did happen when it was supposed to happen.
I said before that I really wanted to get knocked up in July, August or September, so that I would give birth in April, May or June — therefore not being nine months preggo in the gross hot weather.
C said that she used to think that way, but really, there are good things and bad things with every time of year. Sure, it’s extra-uncomfortable in the summer months, but if you’re waddling around in the middle of winter, you’re worried about slipping on ice or giving birth in a snowbank when your car gets stuck (eek!).
So I am going to try really hard to not care about my age — or which month it “happens” in …
… Really ….
… Although it couldn’t hurt to cross your fingers for September. Maybe the third time really is the charm!
The bell (pepper) jar
A couple of weeks ago, I cut waaaaay too many veggies while making pizza for Darling Husband and myself. I decided to pop them into a washed-out spaghetti sauce jar, and toss them in the freezer.
Last week, I dug out the jar and poured some of the frozen bits of pepper over yet another pizza — we like pizza here. And guess what? Worked perfectly!
So tonight, I chopped up …
- Two yellow peppers (’cause I like yellow (read: tasteless) ones best)
- Two green peppers (’cause they were on sale)
- One red pepper (’cause I don’t like when I expect to bite into a tomato and it’s actually a bit of red pepper)
- Three tomatoes (’cause I heart tomatoes)
It actually made enough for two full jars, so I popped one in the freezer, and one in the fridge — to be used in this week’s dinners (toasted wraps, mini-pizzas, etc.)
I’m quite sure people have been chopping and freezing stuff in jars for millions of years, but please humour me — it is still new and exciting for me!
A miracle in shirt-form
My new favourite shirt is a birthday gift from Little Sis.
The style is similar to the shirt pictured here — but the colour is very, very, very not what is pictured here. Mine is actually pretty, and this photo is a Google Images disaster.
Anyway, it has a neckline like this, and it’s very flowy. That’s a big departure for my boring style, which revolves around tight shirts and A-line skirts, pretty much.
I’ve wore this shirt a couple of times so far, and it makes me feel totally knocked up. It billows out in front of me and could probably hide a decent-sized bump — crazy!
I want to get more of theses shirts, so I’ll have items to wear during those three months of not-being-able-to-tell-anyone. My usual tight shirts would get people suspicious in a second.
The best part is that these goddess-style shirts are actually trendy right now — mine’s from H&M, and they had plenty of others. Truly a miracle in shirt-form!
Pizza face
I am convinced that every month — since going off the pill — my complexion has gotten a bit worse.
Now I’m all “was-my-skin-ever-that-good-naturally-or-was-it-the-pill-all-along” obsessing.
I am used to low-maintenence good skin. I have always bought nice products — because you can’t skimp on your face — but never had to fuss much beyond that.
Now I am resorting to leaving a goopy mask on my chin and forehead for 20 minutes at night, trying to stop the freaking acne.
I don’t like this one bit.
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