Well, I’ve finally hop, skipped, and jumped my way into the 21st century. Yesterday, my lovely and beloved husband bought me an iPod for my birthday. Her name is Lola, and she’s a lovely apple green color (go figure). I’ve wanted one for a long time, but I’m not entirely sure what I’ll do with it…it’s not like I workout a lot and need music, it’s not like I take public transportation to work and need to zone out during my commute, it’s not like I’m not the Mommy and can control what gets played on our stereo…but I’ve wanted one for years, and I’ve always managed to talk myself out of one.
Apparently, M was tired of riding the “Will I or Won’t I” iPod rollercoaster.
So I’m excited. I’ve spent the afternoon browsing the iTunes store, buying some music, thinking about what songs we already own that I want to upload. I went and bought Lola a little case to protect her delicate noggin, as I’m sure I’ll drop her a time or two, and bonded with the iNerd working at the Apple Store who confided that he secretly thought the green one was the best color, and then he winked at me. Wow. Thirty-two years old, thirty-three weeks pregnant, no make-up, with french onion soup breath and I STILL get a wink?! Mama’s working it today, baby. Oh yeah.
Shopping in the iTunes store was like a jaunt down memory lane…they actually had Rick Astley on there. RICK ASTLEY! I am somewhat embarassed to admit that I owned two of his albums on cassette when I was in 8th grade. I was astonished to discover he produced MORE than two albums. Richard Marx…Fine Young Cannibals…Tiffany. That was some damn fine music I listened to. Thank God Kurt Cobain came along and saved me from my fluffy-pop self and introduced me to true angst. I also dated a lot of flannel-swathed young men in high school, something I also credit Kurt with. It must have been a law in Washington in the early 90’s–if you are a young man, you must wear flannel. And if you are a young woman, you must want to date young men wearing flannel. Snort. As if we had a choice. In my high school, it was either the guys in flannel, or the guys in Wranglers. It was an easy decision for me, since I could tolerate the smell of pot better than some guy with a wad of Skoal in his cheek trying to ram his tongue down my throat.
Mm. Fun memories.
I started having contractions last night. Mostly Braxton-Hicks (I’ve been having those for awhile), but I had a couple that forced me to stop and catch my breath. It’s early, and I stopped them just by laying down, but they’re encouraging because it means that stuff is starting to happen! Thank God. When we found out in August that we were pregnant, April sounded SO far away…and now, when I think that I’ve been pregnant since July, it seems like I’ve been pregnant for my entire adult life. I’m ready to get this kid out and get on with our lives. Hopefully, she’s listening.