My darling Gregory apparently read my blog from England this morning and takes objection to my reference of him as "neurotic". While I don't feel his description properly captures the true level of obsessive-compulsive tendencies involved, he asks that you please replace the word "neurotic" with the term "task-oriented" when reading past posts.
Thank you.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Confession
I've been walking around with my pants unbottoned today, hoping that no one can tell under this hoody.
I have to. It's either this big fashion crudity or cease to breathe.
Time to buy the next size up, I guess. And I know I'm pregnant & I have a good excuse, yadda yadda yadda. But that's still just de-press-ing.
I have to. It's either this big fashion crudity or cease to breathe.
Time to buy the next size up, I guess. And I know I'm pregnant & I have a good excuse, yadda yadda yadda. But that's still just de-press-ing.
Co-dependency Backlash: Days 4 & 5
Just a quicky to let you know that Greg was a very good boy. I got a call from him on Skype at about 10 p.m. (3 a.m. UK time) a few days ago so he did not miss our daily call after all. Of course, he was absolutely hammered, but that just made the conversation all the more entertaining. His friend Stuart was passed out on the couch & snoring, while Greg was busy waking the whole house with his high volume dialogue with me.
Poor guy. When I spoke to him the next morning, he was much worse for the wear. But I guess that's the price you pay for a boys' night out, right. :)
On the film front, I saw a few on Saturday and FIVE on Sunday. The best so far has been a documentary called Motherland. It follows the story of 6 women who have all had their lives absolutely devastated by the loss of a son or daughter (or brother in one case). They come together and travel to Africa to do a little healing while they volunteer with children in need, many of whom have lost at least one loved one to AIDS. As it shows their journey in Africa, time is spent telling each woman's story.
Before the movie started, I got to chatting with the girl sitting beside me. Turns out she was also pregnant (3 months actually)! We must have had the same masochistic urge to see this film because how else would you describe it? We're both having our first babies with all these pregnancy hormones pumping through our bodies, and yet we made the conscious decision to come see a movie about women how have lost their children. That is insane!
But I'm so glad I did. It was a touching, powerful, heartbreaking movie that I think will stay with me for a long time to come. Fortunately, the filmmakers had provided little packets of tissue paper all over the theater, or else I would have been in big trouble. I was fighting back tears literally within the first minute! And it wasn't just me. I can say with almost absolute certainty that there was not a dry eye in the whole house.
After the film 3 of the moms came to the stage to answer questions, and I have to say that I was deeply touched by their honesty, compassion and strength. (Gawd, I'm completely tearing up just thinking about it.) I'm also amazed that from such a deep pit of sorrow can come such an uplifting message. Again, I highly recommend you catch this film. It would also make an amazing gift for anyone who has lost someone dear in their lives.
Ok, I won't go into the others in nearly as much detail. So much for my quicky post, right. Sin Nombre (heavy movie about Mexican gangs and immigration), American Violet (based on a true story about racism and abuse of the system set right here in TX - so proud...), and True Adolescents (a coming-of-age dramedy) were also very good. If you are not easily offended and like quirky comedy, you might want to check out Women in Trouble. This one's definitely not for everyone. My friend Dilek left early, but I thought it was just amusing enough to want to see the end. Plus, it's chock-full of minor celebrities - you probably know their faces but not their names. Many, many of them were there for the premiere & you could tell they all had tons of fun making this movie.
If you like sci-fi stuff, Moon was good.
The director and Sam Rockwell were on stage after the film to talk all about it. Just found this out, but the director Duncan Jones is actually David Bowie's son!
I saw 2 other films over the week-end that were just not good, but I don't really want to announce their titles because I realize a lot of people worked long & hard to get them made. Someone out there liked these films. It just definitely wasn't me.
So after a day of slacking yesterday, I'm back to the grind of writing. Ugh. Painful! Movies are so much more fun...
Babe,
I'm missing you more & more every day! (And, yes, I'm getting work done!)
Love you,
moi
xxxx
Poor guy. When I spoke to him the next morning, he was much worse for the wear. But I guess that's the price you pay for a boys' night out, right. :)
On the film front, I saw a few on Saturday and FIVE on Sunday. The best so far has been a documentary called Motherland. It follows the story of 6 women who have all had their lives absolutely devastated by the loss of a son or daughter (or brother in one case). They come together and travel to Africa to do a little healing while they volunteer with children in need, many of whom have lost at least one loved one to AIDS. As it shows their journey in Africa, time is spent telling each woman's story.
Before the movie started, I got to chatting with the girl sitting beside me. Turns out she was also pregnant (3 months actually)! We must have had the same masochistic urge to see this film because how else would you describe it? We're both having our first babies with all these pregnancy hormones pumping through our bodies, and yet we made the conscious decision to come see a movie about women how have lost their children. That is insane!
But I'm so glad I did. It was a touching, powerful, heartbreaking movie that I think will stay with me for a long time to come. Fortunately, the filmmakers had provided little packets of tissue paper all over the theater, or else I would have been in big trouble. I was fighting back tears literally within the first minute! And it wasn't just me. I can say with almost absolute certainty that there was not a dry eye in the whole house.
After the film 3 of the moms came to the stage to answer questions, and I have to say that I was deeply touched by their honesty, compassion and strength. (Gawd, I'm completely tearing up just thinking about it.) I'm also amazed that from such a deep pit of sorrow can come such an uplifting message. Again, I highly recommend you catch this film. It would also make an amazing gift for anyone who has lost someone dear in their lives.
Ok, I won't go into the others in nearly as much detail. So much for my quicky post, right. Sin Nombre (heavy movie about Mexican gangs and immigration), American Violet (based on a true story about racism and abuse of the system set right here in TX - so proud...), and True Adolescents (a coming-of-age dramedy) were also very good. If you are not easily offended and like quirky comedy, you might want to check out Women in Trouble. This one's definitely not for everyone. My friend Dilek left early, but I thought it was just amusing enough to want to see the end. Plus, it's chock-full of minor celebrities - you probably know their faces but not their names. Many, many of them were there for the premiere & you could tell they all had tons of fun making this movie.
If you like sci-fi stuff, Moon was good.
The director and Sam Rockwell were on stage after the film to talk all about it. Just found this out, but the director Duncan Jones is actually David Bowie's son!I saw 2 other films over the week-end that were just not good, but I don't really want to announce their titles because I realize a lot of people worked long & hard to get them made. Someone out there liked these films. It just definitely wasn't me.
So after a day of slacking yesterday, I'm back to the grind of writing. Ugh. Painful! Movies are so much more fun...
Babe,
I'm missing you more & more every day! (And, yes, I'm getting work done!)
Love you,
moi
xxxx
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Co-dependency Backlash: Day 3
It is so quiet around here without Greg. I'm working on the writing right now so there's no music, no TV, the cats are in comas somewhere, no neurotic husband finding endless problems that need to be fixed right-this-second-if-not-sooner. It's just the tap-tap-tapping of my computer keys and the birdies singing outside. Eerily weird. What the heck did I do with myself before Greg? I don't even remember.
The weirdest thing of all is settling into bed all by myself. I miss the snuggles and goodnight kisses.
Haven't spoken to Greg yet today. I think he was planning on seeing a Watford game, his localsoccer football team, with his friend Stuart today. Then I'm sure the plans involved a trip to the Spanish Arch, his local pub. All I asked was that he not get stumbling drunk. The Arch is just a few minute's walk from his mum's house, but a lot of trouble can be hatched in a few minutes. Damn English hooligans. :)
So yesterday kicked off the start of the annual SXSW film festival. I met up with a few girlfriends, Dilek & Isil the Turks, for a couple films. The first was I Love You, Man, which is coming out soon.
A few of the stars were there to talk about the movie after it showed, including:
the highly adorable Paul Rudd
the very tall Jason Segel
Rashida Jones
Jon Favreau
and (Greg is going to be really jealous of this one) the adorable Jaime Pressly
Greg loves her white trash character on My Name Is Earl.
The movie played to an almost full house at the Paramount. It was cute in that awkward, geeky-guy-learns-to-loosen-up kind of way. The main problem I have with this movie: featured prominently is the band Rush. The boys play Rush songs on guitar and base. They sing Rush. They even go to a Rush concert. They are obsessed with Rush!
I hate Rush. Geddy Lee's voice makes me want to scratch my eyes out. Anytime Rush comes on the radio, Greg knows the channel must be changed immediately or there will be hell to pay. Needless to say, those scenes were especially painful for me. Other than that, cute.
Next we saw The Snake, a movie about a morally bankrupt guy who joins a support group so get close to this bulimic girl he fancies. Just a guess, but this one probably won't be coming out in theaters anytime soon. Both movies were entertaining, but what I really love about this festival is all the documentaries and off-beat films that show so I'm really looking forward to those in particular.
In a short while I'm off to catch a few more flicks with the girls. And I guess I won't be hearing from Greg today. ::sniffle, sniffle::
I know you're having a great time, babe. However, I really should get a call tomorrow morning or someone is in BIG TROUBLE, MISTER!
All my love,
Your lovely, patient & oh-so-cool wife
xxxxx
The weirdest thing of all is settling into bed all by myself. I miss the snuggles and goodnight kisses.
Haven't spoken to Greg yet today. I think he was planning on seeing a Watford game, his local
So yesterday kicked off the start of the annual SXSW film festival. I met up with a few girlfriends, Dilek & Isil the Turks, for a couple films. The first was I Love You, Man, which is coming out soon.
A few of the stars were there to talk about the movie after it showed, including:
the highly adorable Paul Rudd
the very tall Jason Segel
Rashida Jones
Jon Favreau
and (Greg is going to be really jealous of this one) the adorable Jaime Pressly
Greg loves her white trash character on My Name Is Earl.
The movie played to an almost full house at the Paramount. It was cute in that awkward, geeky-guy-learns-to-loosen-up kind of way. The main problem I have with this movie: featured prominently is the band Rush. The boys play Rush songs on guitar and base. They sing Rush. They even go to a Rush concert. They are obsessed with Rush!
I hate Rush. Geddy Lee's voice makes me want to scratch my eyes out. Anytime Rush comes on the radio, Greg knows the channel must be changed immediately or there will be hell to pay. Needless to say, those scenes were especially painful for me. Other than that, cute.
Next we saw The Snake, a movie about a morally bankrupt guy who joins a support group so get close to this bulimic girl he fancies. Just a guess, but this one probably won't be coming out in theaters anytime soon. Both movies were entertaining, but what I really love about this festival is all the documentaries and off-beat films that show so I'm really looking forward to those in particular.
In a short while I'm off to catch a few more flicks with the girls. And I guess I won't be hearing from Greg today. ::sniffle, sniffle::
I know you're having a great time, babe. However, I really should get a call tomorrow morning or someone is in BIG TROUBLE, MISTER!
All my love,
Your lovely, patient & oh-so-cool wife
xxxxx
Friday, March 13, 2009
Co-dependency Backlash: Day 2
Confession: I stayed up until 1:30 a.m. last night, tracking Greg's plane progress to Newark and then across the Atlantic just to make sure that he made it to England in one piece. As soon as I saw that his plane had landed and was taxiing down the runway, I collapsed into bed and a deep coma.
At some point in the early hours of the morning I woke again, realizing that 1) my husband wasn't there (where the HELL was he?!?), 2) oh, yeah, he's in England, and 3) even though I had the whole expanse of the bed to sprawl across with my large body, I had kept myself confined to my tiny corner (tiny because Greg is a bed hog who likes to toss & turn all night just to keep me on my toes). At this last realization, I made a conscious effort to roll over, take my left leg and stretch it all the way over to the far corner of the bed. Liberating is the word I'd use to describe that particular sensation. The ENTIRE bed just for MEEEEE. Mwahahahaha!
Then I got sad again.
Anyway, I must have fallen asleep again because the next thing I know this incredibly loud sound seemed to be coming from everywhere all at once, and I was so confused. It took me a minute to realize it was my phone. Greg was calling from his mum's house. Ahhhh... :) He wanted make sure I knew he was just fine, and we've now seen and talked to each other twice today. (Thank you, skype.)
I still miss him like mad, but this technology thing is wonderful stuff. It really does make the world seem a little smaller and this long trip of his that much more bearable.
Miss you, babe! Hope you're having fun, but maybe 3 beers when you're exhausted and jet-lagged isn't the best of ideas, huh. :)
Big smooches,
moi
xxxxxx
At some point in the early hours of the morning I woke again, realizing that 1) my husband wasn't there (where the HELL was he?!?), 2) oh, yeah, he's in England, and 3) even though I had the whole expanse of the bed to sprawl across with my large body, I had kept myself confined to my tiny corner (tiny because Greg is a bed hog who likes to toss & turn all night just to keep me on my toes). At this last realization, I made a conscious effort to roll over, take my left leg and stretch it all the way over to the far corner of the bed. Liberating is the word I'd use to describe that particular sensation. The ENTIRE bed just for MEEEEE. Mwahahahaha!
Then I got sad again.
Anyway, I must have fallen asleep again because the next thing I know this incredibly loud sound seemed to be coming from everywhere all at once, and I was so confused. It took me a minute to realize it was my phone. Greg was calling from his mum's house. Ahhhh... :) He wanted make sure I knew he was just fine, and we've now seen and talked to each other twice today. (Thank you, skype.)
I still miss him like mad, but this technology thing is wonderful stuff. It really does make the world seem a little smaller and this long trip of his that much more bearable.
Miss you, babe! Hope you're having fun, but maybe 3 beers when you're exhausted and jet-lagged isn't the best of ideas, huh. :)
Big smooches,
moi
xxxxxx
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Abandonment
Today is a sad, sad day at the K household. :(
Right now Greg is somewhere high over the Atlantic, on his way to London for a TWELVE DAY trip.
Without me.
He's off to celebrate the wedding of Dan (his old roommate) and Tricia (my old roommate). And to spend some QT with his aunt & mum, who's starting her last round of chemotherapy before what we hope will be a long break. I, on the other hand, get to stay home and work on my stupid dissertation so I can get this stupid PhD. There's that. And there's also the the fact that traveling with my ever-expanding body is neither practical nor comfortable at the moment.
Oh, have I mentioned that Greg has left me? For TWELVE DAYS? This may seem so lame to many of you, but in our entire 6.5-year relationship we've only ever been apart for 3 days. We take this whole co-dependency thing very seriously around here.
Not only am I lonely and will miss torturing him on a daily basis, but I also have practical concerns. Who's going to cook me vegetables? Or make sure I take my prenatal vitamins? Or help pull my whale of a carcass off the couch every night? Or drive me insane obsessing over every. little. thing. we haven't finished yet? Ah, I miss him already. :(
Be safe, babe! I love you sooooooo much!
Many, many smooches,
moi
xxxx
Right now Greg is somewhere high over the Atlantic, on his way to London for a TWELVE DAY trip.
Without me.
He's off to celebrate the wedding of Dan (his old roommate) and Tricia (my old roommate). And to spend some QT with his aunt & mum, who's starting her last round of chemotherapy before what we hope will be a long break. I, on the other hand, get to stay home and work on my stupid dissertation so I can get this stupid PhD. There's that. And there's also the the fact that traveling with my ever-expanding body is neither practical nor comfortable at the moment.
Oh, have I mentioned that Greg has left me? For TWELVE DAYS? This may seem so lame to many of you, but in our entire 6.5-year relationship we've only ever been apart for 3 days. We take this whole co-dependency thing very seriously around here.
Not only am I lonely and will miss torturing him on a daily basis, but I also have practical concerns. Who's going to cook me vegetables? Or make sure I take my prenatal vitamins? Or help pull my whale of a carcass off the couch every night? Or drive me insane obsessing over every. little. thing. we haven't finished yet? Ah, I miss him already. :(
Be safe, babe! I love you sooooooo much!
Many, many smooches,
moi
xxxx
Monday, March 9, 2009
This Is How We Spend Our Evenings...
I'm downstairs with George, catching up on some much-neglected blog reading.
He's upstairs on the desktop, going through 228 gigs of music from our friend's hard drive. I've just been informed that there's a folder called 'Porn Soundtracks'. Greg sampled two beautiful tunes for my listening pleasure - 'Porn Base' and 'Deep Throat'.
QUAAAAALITYYYYYY! Thanks, babe.
He's upstairs on the desktop, going through 228 gigs of music from our friend's hard drive. I've just been informed that there's a folder called 'Porn Soundtracks'. Greg sampled two beautiful tunes for my listening pleasure - 'Porn Base' and 'Deep Throat'.
QUAAAAALITYYYYYY! Thanks, babe.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
23.5 Week Ultrasound
I got to see the boys again today! They're doing so incredibly well, and I could not be more thankful! Every time I get to see them, and they check out just fine, I become that much more relaxed about this whole pregnancy. It was touch and go for a while there in the very beginning, but they're both strong little fellas and keep getting stronger. Grow, babies, grow!
They're both breech (head up) now, which would explain all the little kicks I've been getting in my bladder lately. They were also both facing my right side so they're SPOONING! How cute is that!
They were a little more mellow this time as opposed to all the kicking and punching from the last visit 4 weeks ago. Not as much sugary root beer, I guess. By the way, I love our ultrasound technician. She seems to take such joy in her job and could not be sweeter. She went through everything with me again. Something new - we got to see an EAR today! The way the sensor was positioned, it was just this floating white ear against a blank, black background. That was weird but fun. Also, got a third confirmation - still two boys, showcasing their dangly bits for all the world to see.
Below are a few photos for your viewing pleasure. This time we got a great profile shot of Right Baby, while Left Baby was less than cooperative.
Right Baby was peaceful and enjoying being spooned. Who doesn't, right. His heart rate was in the low- to mid-140's. He's measuring in at 1 pound, 7 ounces! CUTE!
Left Baby was a bit more active. His heart rate was in the mid-150's, and he's measuring in at 1 pound, 9 ounces. You can't see this picture very well, but he's basically looking right at you. You can kind of make out the bridge of his nose & an eye socket. Sorta.
Both babies are growing so well. In fact, they're the same size as singleton babies would be at this point. My perinatologist is very happy with me right now & says that whatever I'm doing, keep doing it! The secret of my success, I think, is all the bubble tea I've been consuming lately. Good stuff!
Greg wasn't able to make it today - it's the first ultrasound he's had to miss. I wish I could tell you the reason because it's way cool, but I've been sworn to secrecy. For the time being. I'll see if I can persuade him to let me spill the beans after his thing today. Fortunately, they let me tape the ultrasound so he can see it with me tonight. I just hope I can remember enough about the scan to be able to interpret all those hazy images.
So I get to see the kiddos again at the end of March. I bet it'll be pretty cramped in there by then. Until that time I just have one request, guys. Please stop messing with mommy's sternum. That hurts!
They're both breech (head up) now, which would explain all the little kicks I've been getting in my bladder lately. They were also both facing my right side so they're SPOONING! How cute is that!
They were a little more mellow this time as opposed to all the kicking and punching from the last visit 4 weeks ago. Not as much sugary root beer, I guess. By the way, I love our ultrasound technician. She seems to take such joy in her job and could not be sweeter. She went through everything with me again. Something new - we got to see an EAR today! The way the sensor was positioned, it was just this floating white ear against a blank, black background. That was weird but fun. Also, got a third confirmation - still two boys, showcasing their dangly bits for all the world to see.
Below are a few photos for your viewing pleasure. This time we got a great profile shot of Right Baby, while Left Baby was less than cooperative.
Right Baby was peaceful and enjoying being spooned. Who doesn't, right. His heart rate was in the low- to mid-140's. He's measuring in at 1 pound, 7 ounces! CUTE!
Left Baby was a bit more active. His heart rate was in the mid-150's, and he's measuring in at 1 pound, 9 ounces. You can't see this picture very well, but he's basically looking right at you. You can kind of make out the bridge of his nose & an eye socket. Sorta.
Both babies are growing so well. In fact, they're the same size as singleton babies would be at this point. My perinatologist is very happy with me right now & says that whatever I'm doing, keep doing it! The secret of my success, I think, is all the bubble tea I've been consuming lately. Good stuff!
Greg wasn't able to make it today - it's the first ultrasound he's had to miss. I wish I could tell you the reason because it's way cool, but I've been sworn to secrecy. For the time being. I'll see if I can persuade him to let me spill the beans after his thing today. Fortunately, they let me tape the ultrasound so he can see it with me tonight. I just hope I can remember enough about the scan to be able to interpret all those hazy images.
So I get to see the kiddos again at the end of March. I bet it'll be pretty cramped in there by then. Until that time I just have one request, guys. Please stop messing with mommy's sternum. That hurts!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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