My Thursday started in line at the DMV to get a new drivers license after I realized yesterday morning while trying to buy a gift card for Bunco, that mine was missing. How long was it missing? I’m really not sure. All I know is that I’ve been driving a rental car without a license.
The Mount Pleasant DMV is a vacation compared to all of the San Diego DMV’s. The line was already ten people deep when I pulled up at 8am, half an hour before they open. I waited, eavesdropping on some very ‘South Carolina’ conversations, until they opened the doors–early–and a man actually let me cut him in line and held the door open for me. The people behind the counter were NICE. And efficient. That’s how it is in the South. Too bad the weather is awful, there’s nowhere to run and they have a serious shortage of healthy food options, or this might actually be a decent place to live.
I was in and out in a half and hour.
My daughter’s vocabulary has increased dramatically this week. She’ll repeat words from her ABC book, tell us what she wants, say please, and throw in a ‘puppy’ here and there.
This morning she looked me straight in the eye, pointed her finger and said ‘Stop!’ I swear, I was doing nothing wrong.
I’m officially in the rolly-polly stage of pregnancy. Yoga pants are becoming a little too frequent of a work outfit, I’m having trouble getting up off the couch and in and out of my ball chair at work, and I constantly feel like I’m getting jammed inbetween things. I’m still running though, and feeling good enough that I want to keep running. Plus the Yogatoes are working and a lot of my foot pain is gone. I went from being able to wear them for 5 minutes to about 20 minutes at night, without my toes starting to hurt. It’s definitely an adjustment having your toes spread out like creepy wings (sometimes I can’t look at them when they’re on) but they really work to correct the form of our usually squished up feet.
The baby stole someone’s purse at the park last weekend. I asked every mom if it was their daughter’s and got a lot of strange looks and definitely not’s. So the baby got a loaner purse for the majority of our hour spent swatting away the insane amount of giant, bug spray resistant, mosquitoes
Oh! I don’t have Zika. The doctor’s office called yesterday to let me know. And then they called again today to let me know again. I’m actually going to ask to get retested next week after being bitten about 20 times Halloween night.
Back to the park though, after the theft of the purse, two separate little boys came up to me to ask if I was pregnant. The first asked if there was a baby in my belly. When I said yes, he looked a little weary and said, ‘Well, I hope it doesn’t come out ugly.’
After confirming that it was a baby, the next little boy asked how it happened. I said, ‘Well, I don’t really know, it just happened!’ He looked at my stomach for a looooooong, uncomfortable time, and then said, firmly, ‘Nooo, I know! It’s a basketball.’
I’m not a Cubs fan, but I was definitely rooting for them this week. And one of my favorite news stories in a while came out of the game. Vivian has seen the Cubs win the world series…twice.
Also in Chicago, the baby’s honorary Godmother’s cookie shop, By the Park, just started doing online orders. Worth it. They are honestly the best cookies I’ve ever had. Order some.
And, finally for these Thursday Thoughts, we’ve rediscovered our favorite donut shop in Charleston. The donuts are organic. In Charleston. We made friends with the owners and taught them about social media, in exchange, they entertained the baby for a solid half an hour. I think a wall of chalk paint might happen in her next room.