Seven

1. It was beastly hot here this weekend. Despite hearing this on the news for days in advance, and despite seeing the thermometer Saturday morning, hubby and I decided to walk to a garage sale in hopes of finding some good baby bargains. Please note, it was too hot to do this at 8:30 a.m. We found minimal bargains. The walk supposedly did me good but set me back in my daily liquid consumption as I had to replenish that which seeped through my pores.

2. I have never been, nor will I ever be, a person who enjoys sitting in the balcony at church. Nope. Hubby had to take the offering up there for both services. Even though we had a good "reason" to be up there, I still felt sheepish for retreating to the furthermost areas of the sanctuary.

3. I am so embarrassed. I was chatting with some nice elderly ladies at our church yesterday and I called one of them by the wrong name. I wish I had noticed it right away and corrected myself. But I didn't. I didn't notice until we were driving home after church. I want to apologize to her, but I don't even know if she heard me.

4. I am enjoying this nursery thing way too much. I spent some time in there this weekend, just getting out all the baby things we have bought. Little tiny clothes. Arranging the quilt on the crib. Stocking some little books and toys on the shelves. It was fun. Too much fun.

5. As a visibly pregnant person, I am now subject to the judgment of every other woman on the face of the earth. Example: we went for a walk Saturday evening. It was still warm, but I REALLY needed the exercise, so we took it very slow. Along our way a woman saw us and gave me the once over. After your typical greeting I got the "look". She said in a one-eyebrow-lifted tone "Its awfully hot to be on a walk, isn't it?!" Brian answered something about it being warm. Right or wrong, I am sure my eyes narrowed.

6. I am frightfully spoiled. It is 100 degrees outside. It is a pleasant 74 degrees inside. And yet, I need a fan blowing on me at all times. I grew up in a farm house with one small window unit which cooled only the downstairs. My upstairs bedroom was hotter than whatever it was outside. How quickly we forget our tolerances. After only 5 years with central air, I no longer understand how people live without it. Spoiled. Rotten.

7. Our baby better come out with its name tattooed on its forehead because as completely UNCONCERNED as hubby is about naming his child I am equally anxious to have that somewhat narrowed down.