Musings of a Loquacious Mind

A Different Kind of Tummy Suck

You know you've done it. There are a million different reasons why, but you know you've sucked in your tummy before. To zip up your pants. To see your scale. To see what you'd look like 5 pounds lighter. To make someone think you always look 5 pounds lighter. To get behind a chair at a dinner. Whatever.

And pretty much the way you suck it up is by contracting your abs to bring in the pooch.

But I've noticed that - while pregnant - I do a different type of tummy suck. Especially right now, at about 23 weeks, when I don't always look pregnant (especially when wearing a totally non-maternity outfit, of which I have many that fit just fine due to the 15 or so pounds I lost right before I got pregnant). I don't tense the lower abs to pull in my gut; I contract the top of my stomach (upper abs? I don't know) to pull in the area between my chest and my gut. In effect, making my baby bump look bigger.

I want people to think I'm pregnant, not that I'm just oddly proportioned and fat.

I wonder if I'll still do this when I am obviously pregnant? Did I with Kaitlyn? I think yes. I think that, for the same reasons I've identified that I do it now, I'll still do it later. I'll want it to look like I've got a basketball in my dress, not just like I've puffed up like the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man. But it's interesting. At least to me.

Labels: pregnancy, ruminitions

Great news all around!

VCU beat Duke! Wait, that's not the great news... Duke lost to VCU! Ah, there it is.

Carolina sailed through the first round. The only problem? The game was so boring they switched off of it on CBS.

Great news - it's Friday.

Great news - Keith is off this weekend.

Great news - I love getting great news.

Gimme some great news from your corner of the world :-)

Labels: ruminitions, sports

Visiting My "Pretty Clothes"

Today I had cause to go in our guest bedroom closet. Among other things that we store in there, the entirety of the clothing storage space is taken up with my pre-baby clothes. Oh, they are so pretty. I have a formal dress (well, technically it is a two piece set) that I never even got the chance to wear - the tags are still on! I ordered it right before I found out we were pregnant, and by the time it came in I was already just a bit too big for it.

Not that I wear rags now, but I really want my pretty clothes back. I should visit them more often.

Labels: ruminitions

Things I Heard on the Radio

Today's post's theme is:

After my doctor's appointment this morning, I hit up Wawa for a soda before work. Ya'll, I had to. I was supposed to fast the night before which was not a problem; I don't generally eat after midnight, and I am basically never up before 8 am when my appointment was. The thing that made a Diet Coke/Caffeine-Free Diet Coke/Cherry Coke fountain bucket of soda a true necessity was that I had to give blood.

:-(

I hate giving blood. And if I am "giving", why do they have to stab me? They took my blood. That's what it is.

But I digress...

While at Wawa, their soundtrack was piping out Rupert Holmes' "Escape". You know, "Escape"? I don't want to spell it out... OK, fine, "The Pina Colada Song". You do know that's not even the title, right? Oh, but if that was my only beef with that song.

Here's the deal - I hate songs that are beloved without knowing anything about them. I hate songs that people completely overlook what the song is about. It's not about freaking Pina Coladas.

Also, I detest Pina Coladas. It's like drinking a Banana Tropics (as in the sunscreen) smoothie. Yuck.

This song is about a guy that is bored with his... wife? girlfriend? He refers to her as "my lady", as in "I was tired of my lady." So he's cruising the personal ads in the newspaper and sees an ad (I feel the need to point out that he is checking out the ads while lying in bed with her while she's still asleep). OK, go ahead, sing in your head:

If you like Pina Coladas, getting caught in the rain, if you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain, if you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape, I'm the lady you've looked for - write to me, and escape

So he apparently thinks to himself: "gross vehicles of alcohol for weenies; public fornication; not to mention adultery... wow, sounds great!" Now, we knew he was stupid when he thought "Yum! Pina Coladas!", so maybe the whole rest of the song really shouldn't be a surprise to me.

So he admits he doesn't even think about his "lady" (who is lying right there in bed), and places an ad (by the way, what is up with all of this "Desperately Seeking Susan" newspaper communiqué?) that is the second chorus, saying that he does like Sunscreen Smoothies, and he doesn't like tofu, and he likes champagne, and he's ready without any further thoughts to jump off the deep-end and leave his lady clueless in the dust, and so meet him at a bar tomorrow.

And so he goes to the bar, waiting for his salacious rendezvous, and in walks his "lady". He's caught! Nooooo... SHE was the one looking to cheat on him that placed the ad. So neither of them are mad at each other for looking to abandon their relationship (which would be hypocritical, I guess, but would make me feel better); no, they just crack up at how silly the whole situation is, and say "Wow, you're into Banana Tropic Milkshakes, too? Crazy. "

Drives me nuts.

Speaking of hypocritical, I do realize that I just recently posted about how the song "Hallelujah" gets stuck in my head. Yes, I know the lyrics from all three major versions. Yes, I know the themes. No, I don't care.

Look, this is my pet peeve. That means it doesn't have to make too much sense. It's like how I think people that carry around Toy Class dogs in purses with little sweaters on are ridiculous, and that chihuahuas even at full sized just look like bug-eyed, twitchy rats, and are ugly as sin. But if I got a miniature chihuahua (which I do not plan to do; if anything it would be a miniature pinscher)(and by if anything I mean I'm not getting a dog and don't want one), I would probably make it little sweaters and carry it around, and I would STILL think other people are ridiculous. It's my prerogative.

And this has been a really long bit about the two quick things on the theme of "What I Heard on the Radio" and I didn't even tell you the other one. On NPR news at nine am the newscaster was reading a list of Academy Award nominees and called Leonardo DiCaprio "Leonard DiCaprio". And it was funny. Oh, never mind.

Labels: music, pet peeve, ruminitions