This afternoon I got a call from Lucy.
"I made you a sandwich. Tuna with tomatoes."
I love a tomato-and-tuna sandwich, so much so that I drove across town to devour it. I went all the way down to Bulldog Ave, up to Grandview Hill and out on the South Point where Ric's jewelry shop is located. There, under an inspiring panoramic veranda did I dine with Lucy, Ric and Ric's Papa. Tuna never tasted so good.
At the risk of enduring ten thousands "Haven't you had that baby yet?" I have deemed myself quarantined from most of society. I am so blessed to have a multitude of loved ones who love me and await the arrival of His Honor the Grand Chief. Only, all that energy is hard to swallow. And so it is that I choose to feel their love while staying quiet in basement rooms of Retro House.
But I will reappear for tuna, I guess.
Once I arrived at the lunch date I was greeted by Ric's Papa and a hearty "Oh, you don't look that pregnant to me. You could still go two more months!" Bingo! That put me in the best of moods. A complete remodel from current comments. But even better, he allowed me to eat my lunch while he told story after story of tales ranging from the sharing of chilled pineapple with strangers to what to do in Milwaukee on a Harley to the exact location of Bluebell, Utah (who knew?)
I hardly had to say a word the entire lunch.
Do you know how wonderful that was?
I could completely focus on something other than me and my thoughts on The Impending. It was pure entertainment accompanied by food and a glass of liquid and frozen aqua (or, in other words, a cup of ice). I could've kissed the man, but instead I ate a lot of guacamole-flavored chips and sometimes asked follow up questions. Like in his story about how he conned some guys into giving him a breakfast burrito I asked "What was in the breakfast burrito?" to which he replied "Scrambled eggs, bacon and some pico" to which I followed up with "No potatoes?" to which he answered "No" to which I thought in my head, What a dying shame.
See because, thinking about the contents of a breakfast burrito was better than thinking about how to rid myself of a case of late-pregnancy-induced acid reflux. You know? Even if it was a potato-less breakfast burrito. (Did I already mention what a shame that is?)
My thanks to Lucy for the tuna sandwich and Ric for sharing his Papa this afternoon. It was worth the unexpected travel plans.
Do you feel like talking about yourself? My comments are open. Feast.
May 20, 2008
Tuned in Tuna
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Ah, the old "haven't you had that baby yet?" comment. I always liked replying with a curt "yes". People usually just look at your stomach silently. Then you just follow up and say, "I called and left a message. I was wondering why you didn't see us at the hospital." The person asking then just sat there quietly, and I could go back to feeling peevish like a very pregnant lady usually does.
{delurking}
My first two children were a week overdue. With my first, I continued to work until I had the baby because what the heck else was I supposed to do? Sit home and go insane? My desk was positioned in the main entry of the cubicle maze so all day long I got to hear, "You still here?" All day long. So you just say, "No, I'm not here, I'm actually at the hospital having the baby RIGHT NOW!" (The rage in your eyes is key here.)
I totally agree...a potato-less breakfast taco? A CRYING SHAME!
When my husband and I were dating we shared a commute into Austin,TX every single morning for work.
We stopped, every single morning, at a tiny little taco stand and bought egg and potato breakfast tacos (with homemade salsa!)
I think more people should open up rag-tag taco stands alongside highways and sell breakfast tacos full of potatoes! (With fresh salsa, of course...)
You're so lucky to have such wonderful people around you to keep your mind on other things. That was so sweet.
I hope this heat hasn't been too miserable for you. Thank heavens for ice!
Talking about myself? No. Never. And that's certainly not at all why I have a blog.
I keep juxtaposing our different circumstances. You, waiting to meet and get to know the chief. Me, waiting to find out to what far off place they will send my firstborn--also a son--to serve for two long years.
When he was born I endured those same kinds of comments for over a week past my due date. In the heat of August. Willing time to go by more quickly and wondering what it was going to be like.
And now already here I am willing time to slow down and wondering what it's going to be like.
Hello.
Goodbye.
In any case, best wishes to you. If one has to wait, waiting with tuna and tomatoes and good company is never a bad thing.
Best--
Auntie
Where is Bluebell, utah?
Last night I had a dream that I was flying big beautiful colorful kites an-drun-nin-g (if you break it up like it sounds more like Forrest Gump) all over the green hills behind my house.....it was beautiful.
When you are able to sleep, what do you dream about?
I make R eat his tuna outside. Seriously, the smell kills me.
But if you come to our place and mention you like tuna, he will make sure you leave with a can purchased st Costco. He swears it's the best.
And I have now thought about tuna entirely too much today.
Our new house smells like old people.
I hate the question of how many weeks I have left. Church is always a doozy for that. This last Sunday, I began replying with, "15 weeks."
Now onto talking about myself... I had a lovely visit with Lucy when I was in the 'Tah last week. We went to that Noni cafe in Riverwoods and I had a delicious sesame chicken salad. It was so good (sans potatoes), but a little heavy on the peanuts- much like a professional baseball game. We chatted for a long time and it made me wish I had more people like her where I live. Lucy is great- as is her husband. I have fond memories of Ric in high school. Like how we used to sit in English and see who could draw the straightest line the fastest. BTW, it is harder than you think.
There may have been the time when in response to the incredulous question, "You haven't had that baby yet?" I may have flipped the double bird to the offending male co-worker.
Allegedly.
My number one pet peeve is when pregnant people get annoyed/angry when everyone is asking them the same pregancy-related questions.
1)when are you due?
2)Do you know what you're having?
3)What names have you chosen?
4)Etc.
5)Etc.
Just answer the Q's with a pleasant tone and smile and don't be a snob about it. People are just interested in you/me. Is that such a crime? Yes you're hormonal and tired, but buck up, buttercup!
And by you, I mean people.
You said we could talk about ourselves, but I would like to talk about Owen. On Sunday he and Miles had their piano recital. Owen played a song called "My Magic Pony." He did really great. You would have been so proud!
ah Bluebell. My mom winters her horsies there at my cousin's sprawl. When they go to town, they go to Duchesne. THAT'S how far away it is.
oh Ric's pop, I always wanted to ask him his strategy on growing and maintaining such a glorious mustache.
What's sad is when you start getting those annoying "haven't you had that baby yet" comments and you still have 12 weeks left...
blech
Number ONE pet peeve?!
That's a good one. Mine is people who get their prefered underwear in a bunch, easily.
And by people, I mean you.
Is that such a crime?
ZINGA!!!
Ask John Beesley about my dad, Chet. They're super good friends and go way back. And if you can fathom the possibility, my dad is CRAZIER than John. Just ask him. They're both so quirky and weird that they make strange, yet sensible friends.
I had pregnancy-induced sleep apnea for the last month of my pregnancy. But it was cured with a daily dose of Pepcid AC. Thanks to my midwife for the diagnosis.
I would kill for that tuna sandwich right now.
I watched Amelie in my French class today, and I thought of you.
I think I'm in love.
I just had the best gosh darn sneeze.
I didn't mean to delete my own comment. Sorry about that. You can still enjoy my ranting about myself:
I don't quite have the problem of people asking me "Are you still pregnant?" yet. I have a few friends (and a sister) who are pregnant and are due in July. Everybody walks over and touches their tummies and asks them when they're due. I try to suck in my little gut and become invisible. That's usually about the time my "friend" will comment on me being pregnant as well. I feel myself getting the quick once-over and am then told "Oh, you can hardly tell." So, although I'm only 6 weeks behind them, my protuberance is apparently non-existant in the shadow of my other pregnant friends' bellies.
I can't decide how I should take that.
Not el numero uno peeve, but...
It's all in the phrasing.
LOVE the snotty comebacks though.
Thinking about all the money we have to save and hoops we have to jump through to get our first house makes me want to rip my hair out.
I had a tuna sandwich for lunch, although doubtful it was prepared with as much love as yours. Unless the couple that owns the deli are harboring a serious crush on me.
I did a search on our local paper's website for 'first time home buyer' and it asked me if I had really meant to search for 'first time hombre'.
I'm eating some super sour grapes right now. Like candy on a vine.
I think that about covers it.
Okay. I'm going to tell about my powers of self-cloaking, aka, stealth mode.
I discovered it one Spring night (early morning, actually) during my final year at the BYU. We had the windows open in the house because it wasn't warm enough to have the air conditioner going, and who wouldn't rather have fresh air? It was a particularly windy night, and while lying in bed, I could hear the blinds banging against the window in the living room. It had been annoying me for some time, but my roommate had her boyfriend over (IN HER ROOM! I KNOW!). I was too lazy to put clothes on over my pjs that I must wear at all times, so I'd been waiting for him to leave so I could run out there and close the window without putting clothes on. It sounded like guests were gone and everyone was asleep, so I ran out into the living room, closed the window, and that's when I heard someone step out into the living room.
Stealth powers not only require cloaking skill, but they require speed because what's the point of having the power if you are seen before you disappear? Then the person you're hiding from knows where you are. It does no good.
So as soon as I heard someone enter the living room, I went into the fastest crouch you have never seen (because it's stealthy). And I went into stealthy crouch in the middle of the living room behind nothing. That's how awesome I am. I had my head covered with my arm while squatting there...cloaked...by my arms. My roommate busted out laughing, and asked, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" And I yelled from beneath my arms, "You can't see me! Where is your boyfriend?!" He was gone. So I stood back up, and without missing a beat, she said, "Oh. There you are!"
It works, I tell you.
(We stayed up laughing for hours!)
I decided to quit lurking for a sec because I have something important to tell you:
Whenever I hear the song "Sweet Jane" by The Velvet Underground (like, this very moment (coincidence?)), I think of you in all your blogdom glory. Because I completely choose to hear "C Jaaaane" and not the former (though you're likely pretty freakin' sweet, still). Just thought I should pass that along, because you deserve to know when you're being thought about!
Keep smiling!
I have Mono.
Ceej, you should get a button made that says, "Nope. I still haven't had this baby." And underneath that should be the due date. Then you don't have to answer the questions.
Not too long ago, I had a "life-event" (I'll call it), and for two months, people were constantly asking me, "Have you gotten it yet?" And for a while, I would answer, "It takes at least two months. It's only been [this long]." And after that short while, I got more and more stressed out about the whole thing and would come UN! GLUED! at the questioning until it made me so crazy that I started having panic attacks.
So, people who's pet peeve it is that people going through life changes hate being asked the same questions, just because you're all rainbows and flowers about answering the same questions all the time doesn't mean that everyone is. So it's ridiculous to comment that C Jane is being a snob about it.
Today I ate a philly steak at gandolfos but it wasn't good because they put steak sauce on it. Veteren mistake. I took a bite of my friend's breakfast burito and it was mad good and i will get it next time.
But Alex, did it have potatoes?
Did someone say "talk about yourself"?
Alrighty then.
When I was pregnant with my first, I had heard that drinking castor oil would bring on labor.
Don't do this.
Not only does it taste like melted vaseline (I drank a half a cup - straight - because no one told me to mix it in orange juice and follow it with a candy bar chaser) but it cleans you out. Yes, even on the delivery table it's still working.
So, my suggestion?
Just be patient.
Get all the sleep you can in the basement, and remember: Just because the phone rings, or someone knocks on the door, doesn't mean you need to answer it.
Good luck.
Here's something about me: I hate waiting around for babies to be born so is what I do is I go right into the hospital and get myself induced.
I don't really want to talk about myself. However, I want to tell you that papaya tablets and fresh papaya help the pregnancy induced acid reflux and they aren't disgusting. You can get them at any vitamin store or whole foods. good luck. And no potatoes?
Induction? What is this induction you talk of???
Okay, here's what happening at my house:
•Ate Krispy Kreme for supper last night.
•Just tore down a wall.
•Placed a for sale ad on Craigslist offering my treadmill, with the enticement that "soon, you too will be able to do this."
I enjoy a good episode of cops every now and then. I think I should have been a cop.
p.s. - Are you done with Sergio?
That photo you posted, C. -- It will haunt me until at least noon tomorrow. Thanks for giving me something to dream about, something to wake up for.
When people asked what I was having, my husband answered (in all seriousness), "It looked kinda like an orc on ultrasound."
I had the greatest burger tonight. Bacon, spinach, tomato, mushrooms, cheese on it.... just thought I'd share that.
I hate potatoes.
Thanks everyone for your comments (and song tributes) and giving me a day to check out to check my blog.
I say thanks everyone, but not really anonymous (above) who hates potatoes. I can respect just about any opinion under the sun, but hating potatoes? Now that is going too far.
What? Next you'll say you hate tuna too?
I finished the lullaby record. I was going to call you for a vocal, but sounds like you just want to be left alone.
scott
I'm back again. Tuna I will only eat with extra mayo, toasted bun, and pickles. mmmmm, I like pickles.
I also don't eat red meat.
I married a meat and potatoes man.
It causes fights.
The end.
I like a good seared tuna with some wasabi...maybe on a salad with wasabi vinaigrette.
I made a pound cake today because I felt like it.
Deal with THAT.
This morning I had crunchy Kashi for breakfast! With vanilla soy milk. It sure was delicious.
I think that people forget (myself included on occasion) that pregnant women in their last few weeks of pregnancy are still PEOPLE and not just a BABY GROWER. Of course everyone is excited and anticipating the arrival of el bambino but seriously, it is just rude to assume that that's all she wants to talk about!
That being said, I think the rain we got today is lovely and springy. I like the rain. I even liked the power outage last night that forced me to go to bed early. I felt great all day today because I actually got enough sleep! What is it about me that hates going to bed early, even when I'm exhausted? I think it's a hold over from being a child who was terrified that everyone was having fun without me after I went to bed. (Like that episode of Growing Pains with Chrissie in it.)
What is it about pregnancy that causes people to say things without thinking? Case in point. One week before having my first I run into my husband's twin bro at the store. His comment. "You are as big as a horse!" I still have a lingering lack of affection for horses.
One week after delivering firstborn. Husband & I are out for an evening walk while Grandma is watching the newborn. Neighbor girl asks "Haven't you had THAT baby YET!?" Husband spent the rest of the walk telling me how stupid the neighbor girl was, how beautiful I looked. 32 years later I am still wary of neighbor girls.
(If I didn't know better I would think you were me with blonde hair and much younger. Our affinity for the same things is remarkable. I LOVE tuna with tomatoes! Breakfast burritos must have potatoes...and cactus!)
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