A Tribute to Tara, Heath, and Barbie

I have some happy news I would like to report to the world: the stretch mark cream is working. Yes, good news indeed. Neale and I had our October obstetrician appointment today and found out our ultrasound results returned positive and the baby's heart is beating at a normal pace. I had some proud moments in addition to these, which I think some of our readers can relate to (dangling participle, I know). First of all, when the doctor viewed my stomach to measure me, he said "Oh, no stretch marks" as if they could already be there, but had not arrived yet. In addition, when he was feeling around above my belly button to find the top of my uterus, he said, "oh, I see you do crunches". Nice to know my hard exercise efforts are appreciated.
Anyway, I just wanted to share this exciting news with those who cared about me enough to give me stretch mark cream.
Jenn

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Moving to a new city has it's ups and downs. You don't know anyone, no one knows you, you get lost, you discover new and exciting places, and other such things. But by far the best thing is that Jenn will sit down with me and watch TV. (It also helps that I still haven't begun working and might not until late next week, thank God for credit.) In the summer of 2004 Jenn was completely disgusted by the obscene amounts of movies that Heath and I watched. I wasn't working just taking classes and I didn't have a daily schedule at all. Jenn worked and was continually frustrated to come home to me sitting on the couch or at the computer. Of course I couldn't see what all the commotion was all about...It's not like I had anything to do that day except watch movies. According to Jenn there were various ways I could help out around the house and contribute, if not to society, then to our family unit.

But now, the tables have turned. Jenn, with nothing better to do, has taken up the life of being a couch-potato. And it is glorious. We start our day by sleeping in. We then might snack on some breakfast and watch television. When we're done with that we take showers and move onto lunch, which is then shortly followed by another television show. We then walk around our new apartment and pretend to straighten up and the like. We then either take an afternoon nap or watch another television episode. Next we prepare for the evening. We dress in some of the finest t-shirts and shorts and leisurely make our way to our mail box. We then convene for dinner and settle down to watch some more TV. Then we get ready for bed and watch some more TV well into the night, because we know we can sleep in the next day and get up to start our television watching all over again.

Ahhhh, the sweet sound of Jenn's voice calling me to watch some more television, I must end this blog session. Back to the grindstone...

P.S. All the television I've mentioned us watching has been the first season of Lost. We absolutely refused to watch it last season, but have since given in to the pressure. There's just nothing much to watch on TV.