I’ve been staring at this all afternoon.

It’s the view from our honeymoon suite.  It makes me miss the crisp air, the vibrant leaves, the silence..

I’ve been trying to force an upbeat attitude, but I’ve got the pregnancy blahs something fierce.  It’s frickin’ hot outside, we have tons of baby stuff to do (and really, no drive or means to do them), and Tony is practicing to be Beckham all the time.  There is constantly a drumbeat on my belly. 

What’s really weird is that I’ve been trying to cry all day.  Why?  No idea.  I’m bummed, sure, but that’s never had me cry before.  I’m not really a crier.  But every time I look at this picture, I tear up.  Cause I’M LAME.

Look at that picture and take a deep breath.  Doesn’t it just fill your lungs with cool, fresh air?  You feel cleaner.  I do, anyway.  Then again, I’m a dork.

• Old Navy makes “real waist” maternity pants.  Which are awesome in looks, but involve a drawstring waistband, a zipper, a clasp, and two tiny buttons to undo.  Try fumbling through that when you have a fetus riverdancing on your bladder.
• Couples who have the same haircut.  Do you think they sit around and play with eachother’s hair?
• I take my wedding ring off when I put lotion on.  I totally forgot it today, so I feel WAY naked.
• Men who hit on pregnant women.  JESUSGOD, is there no end to your madness?!
• People who say “Better enjoy it now.  Remember, you can’t ever put the baby back in.”  Is that a warning or a challenge?
• People who go on tv without adjusting their hair.  Are mirrors forbidden in local news studios?
• “pacifically”  Not a word, bro.
• Baby registries
• Getting an email every damn day about some food being recalled.  What is UP with that?
• People who begin a story with a definite purpose (”Let me tell you about this wiring issue in my car”) and then veer off for twenty minutes (”and then I found a petting zoo”).
• Starbucks raising their prices.  REALLY?!

I think I need a nap.

Add this to the “No Shit, Sherlock” column.