These are things I’ve always wondered.  Now NASA is finally addressing them.

So, there’s one thing about pregnancy that is really weird to me.  And it’s not true with everyone, I’m sure, but it drives me nuts.

And Mom, this is probably not a post for you.

When Bryan and I went on our first “official” date.. the kind where you are allowed to kiss at the end.. I made that first move.  I lunged at him from the passenger seat of his Pathfinder and planted one on him.  Why?  Because he would not make a move!  He was sitting over there, trembling, while I practically leaned over while licking my lips.  It could not have been easier.  But he was too scared.

Since then, he has not been timid.

Well, because he is a complete and total gentleman, he knows that 90% of the time, I’m not really into sex right now.  I feel GUH-ROSS, fat, bloated, gassy, exhausted.. and did I mention fat?  All of those things do not make a very sexy-feeling Sarah.  So most nights, we cuddle, and I rub his back, and he plays with my hair until we both fall asleep.

What sucks is that.. well.. I have to make the move now.  And don’t misunderstand.. that is a VERY COOL part of pregnancy.  My hormones are through the roof.  So when the mood hits, I’m close to carniverous about it.  But making that first move?  VERY difficult for me.

And it never fails that while I’m trying to build up the courage to do something as small as kiss my husband who I’m madly in love with, one of us will fall asleep.  And yes, sometimes, it’s me.

God love him, I know he’s feeling like a camel right about now.  But it’s just hard.  I gotta work on it.  I’m sure he’s gonna think that this is some passive-aggressive attempt at getting some nookie, but it’s really not.  It’s really me coming to realize that I’ve had it so good for so long that this is stupidly hard. 

Things I would normally do to entice him, I can’t do now.  I can’t come to bed drunk.  I don’t want to come to bed naked (my breasts are HUGE).  I stopped writing professional porn last month.  I got nuthin’.

Thoughts?

Last night, I had the best dinner EVER.

Unfortunately, it was hell to get there.

You know how, here in Huntsville, restaurants will open strong and then.. slowly.. the quality comes down?  Yeah, well, Carrabba’s (SADLY) has taken that turn. 

While we used to eat there almost once a week (Bryan, of all people, LOVES calamari), our temporary residence in the Playhouse curbed our frequency.  And, apparently, without our frequent visits, the staff stopped caring.

We went there one Friday night (maybe opening night?) late, and had to send the calamari back because it was so incredibly salty that it made my stomach cramp after two bites.  We were assured it would be removed from our bill, and they sent out another platter of calamari as an apology.

Sure enough, that damn plate of calamari was on our bill at the end.  We let it go.. karma and all.. but the rancid taste of overly-salted squid may have turned me from the dish for a long while.

We went again last night because one of my biggest cravings is for a big, cold, crisp salad.  Carrabba’s has a FABULOUS house salad, and I love their creamy parmesan house dressing.  So I convinced Bryan that we should eat there (I really only wanted a salad, some soup, and some bread).

We got there to find (at least!) 12 empty tables.  And we were told there would be a 15-20 minute wait.  We sat and watched as people came in after us and were sat immediately.  And when Bryan went to the restroom, I saw two separate tables send food back to the kitchen.

After our promised 20 minute wait, we were sat and quickly received drinks.  We knew to put in our orders while our server was still at the table, and the food came out quickly.  And then we never saw our server again.

Now, Bryan and I have a rule: if we’re not even acknowledged by ANY server or staff member for 20 minutes, we leave.  We left O’Charley’s once without paying because no one would stop at our table.  About two minutes shy of our rule, the server stopped by and apologized.  After spending over an hour to eat salad and calamari, we were ready to hand over a credit card and get the hell out.

And because of their incompetence, we missed the crucial first half hour of Heroes.  And quite frankly, my friends, THAT IS THE REAL TRAGEDY HERE.

(It was a damn awesome show, though.)