We saw two really good movies this weekend, one at the theater and one courtesy of Netflix. On friday, we saw Tell No One at the Grand. It is a French thriller and SO GOOD! The twists! The turns! The beautiful French people and their lovely language! It was totally worth reading for two hours. The other movie was Death at a Funeral, a hilarious little Brittish romp, that was just delightful. Those Brits. Everything is funnier in a Brittish accent, I’m convinced.
On Saturday night, we attended the 30th birthday party of one of my bestest friends. I hate myself, but GAH! I was such a grumpy stick in the mud. I guess I was just in a bad space and should have kept myself away from others. I wasn’t happy with my outfit. I wanted to drink fun cocktails like everyone else. I tried to dance but I just wasn’t into it. I felt old and stiff and unattractive. We ended up leaving at 11. I just felt SO LAME. Yuck. I’ve been trying to shake this off, with minimal success. I did a lot of bitching about pregnancy, and after I just told you it’s been good lately. I felt like it was some sort of weird internal identity clash or something. My fun, party-girl self, fighting with my matronly old mom new self. Blech.
And finally, SB and I tried Upper Crust Pizza on N. 21st on Sunday night and it was REALLY good. I had a totally amazing salad and a calzone that was simply beautiful. Really, the food was remarkably good. It took them a long time to make, but it tasted like it, too. Aside from a few questionable decorating choices, I give them an enthusiastic thumbs up. I happily wrapped half my calzone in foil and eagerly anticipated eating it for lunch today.
But SB ate it last night after I went to bed. Who steals food from a pregnant woman? Food is our only remaining pleasure after all. He is going to be SORRY.
Wow…even Lamont didn’t have the balls to steal leftover from me. He certainly can’t fathom what’s coming, I’m sure! I remember to not feeling like the life of the party anymore. However, it took a lot of pleasure in getting to “sip” from other’s fun cocktails. I felt naughty and they felt a little like they were contributing to my baby’s future delinquency.
**I’ve got “Tell No One” in my netflix que now!
Oh my goodness. I cannot believe SB did that. I would have cried this morning upon discovering that. My ex knew better than to mess with my food.
I understand how you felt at the party. My ex and I had just moved to Portland a week before I found out I was pregnant. I knew very few people up here, and the ex was meeting people left and right. I refused to meet them until after I was un-pregnant. They were so worried that I wasn’t going to like them, or be jealous. Honestly, I could have cared less what he was doing when I was pregnant as long as I had my Daquiri Ice Ice Cream from Baskin Robins and room for my fat ass on the sofa!
I think you are handling pregnancy amazingly. Don’t be too hard on yourself about not being the life of the party. You are doing something amazing right now, creating life.
Any man who would steal food (a calzone no less) from a pregnant woman deserves a big fat,
No html?
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The joke is in the html
SB is in for it.
Jenny, I believe you just encountered the irony of parenting. If you dare to whisper out loud that you are feeling good, handling things well, ‘in your groove’, POOF the universe delivers you the next level of lessons to learn.
All the way through! I swear. Just when I think I’ve got it, I entered another realm.
Hugs coming your way sweetie.
stupid boys. they never seem to completely get it. only kind of, maybe mostly, but never completely.
hang in there, while you don’t feel it all the time, you are radiant & always a major part of any party, staying til the end or leaving at 11. don’t ever forget that.
love you. thinking of you & really want to hear your voice soon..i’ve got some things to tell.
xo
Hey! I saw you at that birthday party and you looked hot! I hope your husband told you that we were discussing your hotness at our table when you were across the room! I only hope I look that good when I am a Mom to be.
Kelly T: Cool! Remember to tell me what you think of it.
Brooke: Thanks, friend. I was just so freaking negative! Gah.
Lisa: HA! Good one!. Yeah, I guess no html.
Colleen: Excellent point. Thanks for the reminder. I shall definitely refrain from announcing such things in the future!
dahli: You are so nice! Thanks, my dear.
Tacoma Friend: You are going to be SO hot, I have no doubt. Thanks for the kind words!