Running on Empty

Today I'm writing simply because I've run out of other things to do (don't tell my boss that, though). So, I'm writing on the blog just to keep up the pretense of being busy. There's not that much to report, so I'll just go over a few of the more mundane things that have occurred in the last couple days and call that a blog post. Sorry if it bores you...

First off, Adam and I celebrated our 10th anniversary on 28 February. I had gone to dinner at a friend's house, but excused myself fairly early so that I could hightail it home for a "phone date night" with the hubby. Adam was at the tail end of "Slum Dog Millionaire", which he loved, so I had a little time to take care of the animal kids before my date arrived (aka, called me back). It was nice to just talk about the future and some of the bigger issues that we haven't had the time or energy to discuss in the past few months. Friends later accused me of having raunchy phone conversation with Adam (which I'll neither confirm nor deny) since "any other kind of call is just conversation, not a phone date!" (as per the Peanut Gallery). Really, it was just nice to talk, not about everyday happenings, but about real, deep meaningful things. I enjoyed our anniversary.

The following day would have been our first wedding anniversary, that is, if there had been a 29 February this year. So we "sort of" acknowledged it on 1 March. It was pretty anti-climactic, but that was okay, considering the decade anniversary the day before. I still can't believe I've spent a third of my life with this man. Sometimes I still think of him and am shocked that he exists, that we're together, that we're married, and expecting a child. I think sometimes I still forget how old I am.

I took the kids to my regular vet clinic this past weekend (car did not break down this time) but unfortunately my favorite vet was not there. So, I had to meet with the Brumhilde of the veterinary trade instead, and got the following synopsis: Kika is underweight (down to 10.5 lbs!) and needs to "eat a sammich!"; Greg House is a mess (duh!), but she did agree with me that it might be a food allergy (take that cat doctor!), so we have now started him on some ultra-pricey protein-sensitive cat food. He eats just about anything he can get his toothless little mouth around so he's already laid into the new food. Kika is still trying to scavenge his food scraps even though she's getting healthier portions of her own food. She ate a whole banana with her kibble for dinner yesterday. What a little Chiquita.

Baby Mittman is putting on a show. Last night I looked down and could see my belly making little bulging movements everytime baby kicked. I called my mother right away (Adam is away doing field training so he is incommunicado at the moment). Mum really thinks baby will come sooner than the due date. I am frightened by the prospect, as I want to know that Adam will be home by the time s/he arrives.

Today is the first day of my last trimester. We're in the 7th Inning Stretch now, folks. Time to get up and sing.