Question of the morning: Should I or shouldn't I have a third donut for breakfast...?
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Let's see, where were we?
Weight: 142.8
What I did for Valentine's Day:
Got up at 6:30ish; started working 10 statistics problems due at 1; skipped morning classes (weather was very iffy, anyway); dug out car and drove on slippery/unplowed roads to school; got to stats class late only to find out that Professor Statistics would have accepted the homework late anyway (due to the weather); held office hours (to which no one came); made slight progress on Logic problem (I know, I know, TIME TO BE DONE with that already!!); drove office mate home; started feeling Icky in car due to lunch consisting of [DON'T LOOK!] potato chips; stopped at grocery store on way home to pick up steaks and ice cream [forgot the card]; tried to help a guy in a red Lexus sports car who got stuck in the snow at the traffic light right in front of me: shoveling efforts successful, guy makes it through intersection, I'm now waiting for the light, but the sensor has now been Offended by this guy sitting there spinning his tires through one green light cycle, so a couple of cycles go by without a green light for us; I wait until the people on the other side have a left turn arrow, wait for them to go and then go straight through the intersection on a red light (I HAD NO CHOICE, people, did I?!?); lady in car behind me who takes part in this little episode (shoveling Lexus, advising about messed up light cycle) is also going to Redner's (of course; where else would anyone be going with the roads like that?) and decides to strike up an extended conversation with me in the store about how men can't drive stick;
make it home; cook steaks; call Mommy (thanks for cards! and money!); watch a little TV; turn comatose by around 9 and go to bed (because I am just SO romantic that way...)
Plan for today: 1) Homework (goes without saying, right?)
2) Go to the campus health center and find out if I have an ear and/or sinus infection (I've never been told I have a sinus infection, so I don't know how they can actually tell that you have a sinus infection, but I have all this pressure in my face and REALLY thick mucous (sorry, TMI...?) so maybe? I don't know.)
Sorry no pictures! Here's the word from Babycenter:
How your baby's growing: Your fig-sized baby is now fully formed — measuring 1 1/2 inches long and weighing in at a quarter of an ounce. His skin is still transparent, allowing many of his blood vessels to show through. Some of his bones are beginning to harden, and tiny toothbuds are starting to appear under his gums. His fingers and toes have separated, and he may soon be able to open and close his fists. He's already busy kicking and stretching, and his tiny movements are so fluid they look like water ballet. These movements will increase as his body grows and becomes more developed and functional. As his diaphragm develops, your tiny tenant may also start to get the hiccups. Because he's still so small, though, you won't feel any of his workouts or intrauterine gulps until sometime between weeks 16 and 20.
Prenatal appointment (just to see the nurse- still haven't met the obstetrician) scheduled for Wednesday. I bet she might have something to say about all the donuts...
Love, Neb
3 comments:
Fig-sized? Do they really think that anyone except random tat mavens and other freaks of nature know how big figs are? Of course not, so they have to tell us.
The upside, though, is that maybe thousands, of expectant mothers are, as we speak, learning how big figs are.
I mean, it's not like an aircraft carrier or the diameter of the sun where people just say "Oh, you're comparing it to an aircraft carrier/diamter of the sun, so it must be big" (i.e. "By week 27 your stomach will no longer be mistaken for a navel vessel, although it may already be half as large as an aircraft carrier"*) without knowing just how big an aircraft carrier or the sun is, or for that matter how big the obviously big thing is.
People do, however, want to know how big the baby is, so they need to be told how big a fig is because, dadgumminit, that's how big the bay is.
Thanks for the steak :)
(* at 1:1500 scale)
Honey, I asked dictionary.com, wikipedia, and finally google what a "tat maven" is. No one knows! No one but you! Care to enlighten us?
Tat mavens are mavens of tchotchkes and miscellany. I believe maven is originally a New York Yiddish term which means an expert. Tat is loosely a British slang for cheap crap.
I met the term "tat maven" in the context of British and some American anglo-catholics describing people who know way too much about liturgical wares such as chasiblues, crosiers, sacrariums, and thuribles.
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