5:47 p.m. - 2006-03-28
Limey
This week, my baby is the size of a large lime (according to what I've read, and nothing I can discern on my own), and that makes me think of one thing: how good a gin and tonic would be right now.
Nah, just kidding. Despite not having had any in almost two months, I'm really not craving any alcohol. My stomach is always on the verge of not feeling great, and alcohol is not high on the list of stuff I crave. Thankfully, or my kid would be born with webbed feet or something.
I took the day off yesterday to wait for a plumber who was supposed to come by and fix a leak in one of the bathroom sinks sometime between 10 and 2. I enjoyed just hanging around the house -- I had such a burst of energy, and didn't even nap once. I swept, I cleaned the bathroom. I did two loads of laundry and baked a strawberry-rhubarb crumble. I had really wanted to get my hair cut, too, after the plumber left (they told us that morning that he would be at my house right about 10), but since he didn't show up 'til nearly 5, that didn't happen. He almost didn't fix the pipe, too, since I was very close to throwing him the hell out of my house after he got all shitty with me about not being able to find the address. (Um, hello, ever heard of a map?) Really, if you're in that line of work, wouldn't you get a good handle on stuff like that? Anyway, he was two blocks away and I had to meet him at the local elementary school to escort him back to my elusive residence. When I found him, I asked if he was my plumber and he yelled, sarcastically, "I'm tryin' to be!" Okay, then. Once we got to my house, he sat in his truck for a while, and then asked if this was the right address. (I didn't even understand the question. I mean, I live here, so it's right for me.) He told me he never would have found it, so I reminded him that it was ok, he was here now, and as long as he was, it would be just great if he could look at the sink. He continued to be a jerk and that's when I almost told him to hit the road and try not to get lost on your way out, too. But I really needed that damn sink fixed. I was tired of brushing my teeth in the tub. Anyway, it's all good now, and I did not have to kill him.
I'm off to an HR networking meeting in which I have to be a "buddy" to some college kid interested in HR. I'm going to try really hard to be patient, but even when I'm not pregnant, this former C-student has a hard time with overachievers. God, if only I could have a gin and tonic.
