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Tuesday
02Mar2010

7 Quick Tuesday Takes - pregnant man edition

By request of the hubby, who insisted when I got pregnant that pregnancy would "turn me into a man" (specifically him), here are seven ways in which he was right.

*Note: these items do not indicate any generalizations I have made about men.  These are the hubby's generalizations and he thinks that since he's a man, it's okay ... so that's that.  Just having a laugh poking some fun at gender stereotypes.

1. Farting - Let me just get this one over with.  Until I was pregnant, I almost never farted in front of my husband unless it was a total accident, completely taking me by surprise, or I was asleep.  Now?  Now I have no choice.  If I had to excuse myself to another room every time this would happen, I wouldn't ever see the hubby because I'd be in a separate room every hour.

For you Sex and the City fans, remember the episode where Miranda and Carrie are shoe shopping and Miranda's rings get stuck and she tries to pull them off, pulling her finger and then farting in the process?  Hilarious then.  Less so now.

2. Burping - Goes along with farting, right?  Same air, just the other direction.  I have never been able to burp on command, and still can't, but what I can do is just burp when I have to because it's impossible to keep them quiet sometimes now.

3. Sleeping - This weekend I slept until 10am both days, after getting up earlier to let the dogs out.  Normally, I'm up after I let the dogs out, even if it's 7:30am on a weekend.  I'll lay on the sofa and watch TV/snooze/be unproductive, but I'll never actually go back to sleep... in bed... for HOURS.  But now?  I sleep like a champ.  I think my body is going, "Oh god, oh no, it's going to be years before we'll get sleep like this again - stock up! Stock up!!!"

4. Tacos - I cannot get enough of Chipotle's soft tacos with steak.  Pre-pregnancy, I could take or leave Chipotle.  The hubby, however, practically lives there.  He doesn't even need to give his order when he goes; they see him and know what he wants.  During the 1st trimester, the smell of Chipotle totally made me nauseous and either he or I had to go into another room when he brought Chipotle home.  But now?  I'm eating it once or twice a week myself - and there probably isn't a day or two that goes by that I don't think about it.  Mmm... Chipotle steak tacos... mmm.

5. Forgetfulness - What was I going to say about this?  Oh yeah, I forget things now.  The hubby will say, "Can you take this to the other room?" And I'll get up and walk to the other room... without ever taking that thing with me, even though he just asked TWO SECONDS AGO.  It's incredibly frustrating.

6. Sweating - Since my weight loss (and even after the weight gain that followed), I have been the one in any given room who's cold.  Everyone else will be in a t-shirt, but I'll have on a sweater and a scarf and my fingernails will still be turning blue... except now, the tables have turned.  My classmates or coworkers will have on sweaters and I'll have a t-shirt and be complaining about how damned hot it is all the time.  Apparently your base body temperature can go up a full degree when you're pregnant.  Since mine was already low due to my hypothyroid, I'm going to guess I've gone up more than a degree due to the thyroid meds and the pregnancy.  I need to remember this when I get dressed for work in the morning because it's getting hard to concentrate when I'm hot all the time.

7. Sex Drive - This doesn't come as a surprise to anyone who's been pregnant or read about pregnancy, but crazy things happen to your sex drive, especially after the first trimester.  Seriously.  I don't think I quite want to go into this one fully right now, but let's just say I enjoy the hubby's company.  A lot.  Every day feels like how the first month of dating the hubby felt. I wish we had time to go away on a lengthy vacation so I could enjoy his company even more with no distractions or other obligations.

Someplace like this would be preferable:

This is where I wanted to go for our honeymoon had money been no object.
Alas, money was most certainly an object.

(Not that we didn't have a perfectly lovely and fun honeymoon anyway.)

But I still daydream about this outdoor shower.  One day... some day.

I really could write a lot more about #7, but I'll have to work up the nerve/decide if I really want to.

And, as an addendum since I'm actually not a man, but still a woman - here's a link to my latest post at WeAreTheRealDeal where I talk about Victoria's Secret and bra shopping.

Because what's more womanly than talking about breasts? Oh wait, men do that all the time, too.  Damn.

Monday
18Jan2010

Cake or death?

Saturday night, the hubby and I had the best date night we've had in quite a while: we went into NYC to grab dinner and see Eddie Izzard at Madison Square Garden.

little Eddie in front of big Eddie

After weeks of bone-chilling cold, this weekend was the perfect winter weekend to head into the city.  We happily walked along in winter coats, perfectly comfortable - not too warm, not too cold.  We had dinner at a little Irish pub (alas, no drinking for yours truly since The Force is not old enough for a brew).

After dinner, we walked over to MSG and took our (super awesome) floor seats for Eddie.  I adore Eddie, but I'll be completely honest here: this show wasn't as funny as the DVDs of his I own (and I would assume many or most of you have seen).  He did the show in two acts and, while both acts were funny, the second act was definitely funnier.  It was a lot of his standard "if I had created the world, I would've..." type stuff, including a new schtick on Moses and the arc.  Funny stuff, to be sure, but not as funny as I think he used to be.

However, no one found him less funny than the couple sitting to my right.  They laughed a total of three times: once at a Sarah Palin joke and twice at two George W. Bush jokes.  That's it.

Seriously?  I'm saying he's not as funny as he used to be, but my face still hurt from laughing by the time the show was over (so, of course, more/less funny is relative).  If you haven't ever watched Eddie Izzard, you have been robbed of some serious funny.  I highly recommend checking out:


Dress to Kill


Glorious


Definite Article

If you've happened to catch Eddie Izzard before, you've probably seen Dress to Kill.  It won two Emmy awards and has been on HBO a zillion times.  You also probably recognize the tag line from the shirt the hubby so wonderfully bought for me at the merch stand:


Death, please.  No, wait, cake!

I can't wait to wear the shirt.  It doesn't fit well right now (it's a bit snug and unflattering), but I'm hoping to lose weight later this year (baby weight plus some) so then it will.

Eddie released a film last year, Believe: The Eddie Izzard Story (in limited release), that, unfortunately, I did not get to see (wah).  However, it comes out on DVD next month!  It is beyond a must-buy!

The last time he had a big set of DVD releases, he did a signing at the (now defunct) Virgin Megastore by my old job:

Hoping he does that again!

Wednesday
13Jan2010

The baby did *not* break the sofa.

On Monday I had my five month OB visit.  Everything is great - I gained one pound in the past month, bring my grand total of baby weight gain to . . . *drum roll* . . . three pounds!  Considering the baby's estimated weight at my last sonogram two weeks ago was 13.4 ounces, that means about 1/3 of the weight I've gained is actually the baby himself.  Weight gain was one of my biggest worries because I feared that my body just "likes" to gain weight, so it would now - but it's not.  Maybe it's because of my thyroid medication (which I started two weeks before I got pregnant) or who knows what, but the lack of tremendous weight gain has been a stress reliever.

Everything else with the pregnancy is going along swimmingly.  This Friday I have a fetal echocardiogram appointment.  Due to my tummy tuck, there's scar tissue that prohibits them from seeing the baby's heart clearly enough during a normal sonogram, so I have to go for an echo.  No expected problems, just a precaution.  Then next week is take two of the Level II sonogram since they couldn't get everything last time.  Then the following week I need to do a fasting test for my glucose levels.  Due to my gastric bypass, I can't do the normal glucose test so we're doing this instead.  If it comes back fine, no further glucose testing needed.  Yay!

So everything is perfect, yet I can't help but worry . . . EVERY day.  Why haven't I gained more weight?  If this little boy is a week big like the sonogram tech says he is, then where is he?  Do I have random extra space in my abdomen?

But never fear, dear readers - when one has worries, the universe will answer.  Last night, right as we were going to head out to dinner, I sat on the sofa and - *boom* - it gives out.  *sigh*  Now I'm extra thankful that I've only gained three pounds, otherwise I would have thought for sure this was my ass' fault.

Thankfully the sofa is still under the protection plan/warranty it came with.  So now I just have to file a claim and see what happens next.  I don't know if they repair it or we get a new one or store credit or what.

Yesterday the hubby had to take my car to get fixed because I had a screw in one of my tires, so it was leaking air.  Thankfully the tire was also still under warranty (although just barely!) so that repair was free.  But a busted sofa and a busted tire?  It's like a fat person's nightmare, seriously.  I just keep telling myself it's not my fault.

Why did the sofa break, then?  Who knows.  It's only four years old, but it's been through three moves (plus the initial delivery) in that time, which can really do a number on furniture, so who knows what may have happened along the way.

And for those of you who, like me, believe things happen in threes, you may just want to stay away from me for a while.  Something is sure to come crashing through a window near me soon.

Tuesday
05Jan2010

7 Quick Tuesday Takes

1.  Check out my latest post over at We are the Real Deal: Oh boy, a boy, where I talk about my happiness at finding out we're having a boy and guilt about being relieved we're not having a girl.

2.  Yesterday I went to the storage facility I used to keep my stuff in when I lived with my parents after grad school.  It's the easiest place to buy moving boxes from when I need to pack things up for basement storage.  Little by little, the "house to home" project WILL happen.  I fear that it'll get sidelined when my grad classes start (January 26th) but this semester should be lighter than last semester since I'm not teaching (either at my day job or as an adjunct) so I anticipate being far less busy and stressed.

3.  Have you seen the video of the little boy rocking out in his parents' car?  I watched this yesterday and literally laughed out loud.  I sent it to my family saying this will indeed be our son if the hubby has his due influence over our child in any way:

I've already watched it twice this morning and showed it to one of my tutors.  I usually have a bad knee-jerk reaction to playing loud rock music around babies/toddlers, but this is just too funny for me to have anything bad to say about it.

4.  I've had two friends in the past 24 hours talk about being mistaken for pregnant when they're not.  Most overweight women are familiar with this issue (I even had a friend be mistaken for pregnant when she was 14 or 15), but thankfully I never had that happen.  (Note: the friends this happened to aren't overweight at all, oddly enough.)  And now that I am pregnant - 21 weeks tomorrow - still no one has said anything!  But my pants are a bit tighter when I put them on in the morning, so I know that period is ending.  Pretty soon I'll be showing and will enter the "Oh when are you due??" phase where even strangers will feel it's necessary to ask such things.  Should be interesting.

5.  Fan of Jay-Z and Alicia Keys' "Empire State of Mind"?  Then you might enjoy "Garden State of Mind"

Eh.  Or you might not.  The hard-rocking toddler is way funnier.

6.  My sister told me yesterday that she and her husband call The Force "Owen" because one day her husband said, "Well, you know, they're going to name him something like Owen."  Not really sure exactly what that means, but it's funny anyway.  Owen doesn't go with the middle name we have picked out, but it's a good name, regardless.

7.  I overheard a student today say something about how when he was little, he looked like Harry Potter.  My first thought was, "Okay, but that's anachronistic because those books came out after . . . " and then I thought, "Oh wait, he's probably 19, so he was born in 1990, so he was 6 or 7 when the book came out, which is younger than Harry is in the book . . . oh god, I am old."

Saturday
07Nov2009

Overheard in my house

Yesterday, late night:

Me: Honey, you need to straighten up the office a bit more since people might come over after dinner tomorrow.  I see you straightened up some, but it needs a bit more.

Hubby: I know.

Me: Although, probably, your brother will try to get everyone to go see strippers anyway.

Hubby:  Yeah, you know how your sister thinks everyone loves surprises just as much as she does? My brother feels that way about strippers.

Me:  Well, now if we could just find a surprise stripper, they'd both be happy.