Luckily, I knew that this weekend was, for the most part, unspoken for in the way of plans. I also knew that Nate was planning on going to The Liberal Cup with co-workers after work, which I wasn't interested in due to the fact that it's a brew pub and I, alas, cannot drink The Beer. And no, I didn't feel like having a ginger ale while trying not to fall asleep and offering lame chuckles while listening to office stories. I was more than fine having a night to myself.
So, to help make up for my unfulfilled craving for Crab Rangoons last Friday night (Nate brazenly questioned if it was a true "craving" and said that "I just wanted them" but that we didn't have time to order them, pick them up, etc. in time to make it to our social engagement. I said it would have been worth showing up a little late if we were bearing Crab Rangoons as an appetizer for everyone to share. Anyway.) So, with no one to answer to but my tired self, I called Lucky Garden on the way home from work (pulled over on the side of the road, of course, grandparents) and ordered Crab Rangoons and Chicken Lo Mein. I'm not a HUGE fan of Lo Mein but it was the only thing I could think of without the menu in front of me, in an attempt to make this more of a "balanced" meal. My midwife did say that protein is extra-important in pregnancy.
I only ate ONE Rangoon on my .55 mile ride home, and three quarters of another one before changing into the accomodating fleece pants with elastic waist.
I curled up on the couch, complete with afghan, slippers and flannel shirt and put in a movie that I had rented the night before in anticipation of this alone time: Happy Feet , or as Nate called it, "The one where a bunch of penguins dance around or something." I figured this way, I could watch it in peace and not have him make fun of me for watching an animated movie made for 7-year-olds.
LITTLE DID I KNOW, the whole REASON why the main character is born "special" (skip to the next paragraph if you do not want this surprise ruined) is because the daddy penguin, while on egg-holding duty for months while the mommy is out fishing for the family, DROPS THE EGG, exposing it to the freezing Arctic temperatures for a few brief moments, but long enough for him to privately blame himself when he sees that his son is born different from the othe
r baby penguins. Yes, little Mumble goes on to get the girl anyway, make other cool friends, and saves the Emperor Penguin population, but STILL. Not the best movie for a pregnant lady to see.Oh and I haven't even mentioned the extra-special part of Nicky's Perfect Pregnant Friday Night: that I could cry at random parts of the movie - When the penguins sing, dance, talk, swim, almost get eaten by leopard seals, you know, touching stuff like that. Yup, it was just what I needed.
Went up to bed at about 7:15, somehow stayed awake to read until 8:04, then submitted to the weight of my heavy eyelids and turned out the light. Ahhhhh.... heaven.
Nicky and Nate
9 weeks 1 day, Baby
