Here I sit, tucked up in bed (which by the way, has clean sheets due to my fit of productivity on my way out the door for work this morning) resting against a mound of pillows, watching my heart beat through my belly. Pregnancy is super weird, it's doing odd things to my body (my right ankle is swollen just at the front, not my toes, not both feet, just the front of my right ankle) and I'm having seriously dirty thoughts about Himself randomly throughout the day. Bloody hormones. He seems to be an even mixture of embarrassed and gratified by the trend my thoughts are taking, which is pretty cute.
Things have been crazier than I intended them to be over the last few weeks. The job with OM has been super flexible, but damned if it doesn't make it hard to walk out the office door when leaving means cutting down on the paycheque for that week! *lol* That said, my earnings this week meant that I didn't have to put my new glasses on my credit card as I'd previously thought I'd have to do, so methinks the decision to work was a good one.
New glasses. *sigh* I do love finding funky frames. Unfortunately, yours truly is so picky, finding ones I'm willing to commit to is harder than it sounds... just ask Himself about the several months we spent searching for the current pair. *grin* Then, when we did find them, they were in a very eclectic (read: pricey) boutique in Portobello, and were handmade in Japan... I won't share the price tag, it embarrasses me even now. I have never loved frames more in my life.
So, I finally managed to find the right frames (Ray-Bans, same frames as my sunglasses but black and silver instead of shiny red) and progressed on to having my eyes tested. I was a little worried about that, the ocular migraine symptoms still haven't gone completely, I continue to get the electric lines in my sight once or twice a week, even though the headaches seem to be leaving me be for the time being. I was pleasantly surprised, though, my vision has actually improved a little, in the form of my right and left eye having the same prescription as each other for the first time in years. The bonus was that in addition to the seriously awesome Groupon that Other Mother bought for me (spend $50 to get $225 to spend at this one particular eyewear shop), my natural chattiness paid off in the form of a discount on not only the eye exam but also the frames themselves because I'd made friends with the girl who worked there. *grin* She actually called their Ray-Ban rep to see if they could get me a deal, and it just so happened they could, which I accepted gratefully and went on my merry way. Score one for Gabs!
I ate an unholy amount of salad for lunch today. I know that seems completely out of left field, but it all ties in with watching my heart beat through my belly (because it all comes back to the belly these days). I came home and made vegan pizza for dinner, but my lunchtime salad was the main event for today. Sweet Tomatoes does take away containers, so I popped over during a pretty busy workday to grab a vegan-friendly bite. I loaded so many veggies on top of my salad that when it came time to eat it I had a hard time finding the lettuce. It was so pretty, a veritable rainbow of edible loveliness. Turns out that my eyes were bigger than my (prodigious) stomach, though, I couldn't eat the bread or the mixed bean salad I'd picked out to accompany my meal. I'll have to be more conservative next time.
On an even more random note, as I exited the truck this morning to head into the office, I looked up and saw a spookily familiar face. Lo and behold, the maintenance guy in the Highlands turned out to be an ex from high school... a particular memory/mistake (interchangeable words in this circumstance) that I never thought I'd cross paths with again. I'd literally just hung up the phone from talking to Himself (catching up on the latest antics of the moglets, they headbutted through the cat flap and he had to block it up by screwing wooden barricades on both sides of the door, as apparently the web of electrical tape just wasn't enough to deter them from their quest to escape) and was caught completely off guard. I was forcibly reminded of why we parted ways not moments after we greeted one another, as even with my burgeoning bump I caught him trying to look down my top. His attempt to reminisce about our relationship and pointed comments about how he was shocked I'd managed to stay with a guy long enough to get married and procreate made it very easy to say goodbye and get to work. Of course, he continued to walk past the office door, singing loudly so I'd know he was there, three or four times before I finally shut the door and was left to work in peace. Some chapters of my life are better left un-revisited. *shudder*
So, I'm off to Austin this weekend to see Sisters 1 & 3. I'm going to spend a night each with them, then we're all together going to float the river on Saturday. I'll be covered in SPF100, as my natural tendency to tan has only been multiplied by the hormones making my skin even more susceptible to the great golden orb. Should be fun, Sister 3 has taken a job as a nanny down there, so I'll get to hang out with her kiddo, and Sister 1 has three cats from whom I can get my feline fix. So, I'll work in the office, and hopefully in The Mimi's garage, until Thursday night, then toddle down for a family and feline filled weekend. And hopefully eat some more salad. Yum.