I Survived the Rapture and All I Got Was This Stupid T-Shirt

OK, there is no t-shirt. And when I tried to request a free bumper sticker (Prepare for The Rapture--May 21, 2011!) from WeCanKnow.com, they denied my request. I'm guessing the sheer embarrassment of all their misplaced certainty and their thousands of billboards worldwide is weighing heavily on their minds right now, and this is too consuming to allow for the time to put a bumper sticker in the mail for me, one of the Damned (but the correct Damned!).

So, as you may or may not know, one reason I am especially glad that the world did not end over the weekend is that I find myself 'with child'. Or, 'with a bun in the oven'. Or, 'in a delicate condition', as Mary likes to say. I really like the term 'knocked up', but I think that there is an air of it being unplanned, and maybe an element of not really being in a relationship with the father. Neither of this is true, much to the delight of my parents.

Besides some morning/noon/night sickness from weeks 7-11, I think I've had a pretty easy time here. I've basically just continued to live my life, with the exception of a few nights when I've lapsed into a mini-coma sometime around 9PM. It helps that I have a husband who will do just about anything I need, from avoiding Mexican food (my latest and strongest aversion), to getting me one of those weird Snoogle body pillows (and sharing a bed with it), to going to the store for lemonade late in the evening. He rubs my back, makes sad faces when I throw up (but leaves me alone like I want him to), and tells me he will still love me when I put on maternity clothes stuffed with pillows in the stomach area and say "This is what you're looking forward to!" He's probably the best husband ever, and he's mine, all mine! Bwa-hahahaha!

Tomorrow, we get to go in and take a look at what's been going on in there over the last 6 weeks, which is when we got to see the baby for the first time. Back then, they were just making sure I wasn't having twins. The baby looked like a little kidney bean with eyes. This is the ultrasound where they tell us if everything is developing normally, where they measure his or her little baby bones and all that. Since I don't necessarily feel pregnant, and I don't really look pregnant (just a little 'too much pizza and beer'-ish, maybe), it's sometimes hard to imagine that I've got this little peanut baby in there. It's reassuring to hear its heartbeat and to know that whatever I'm doing is keeping it safe and sound and healthy--even when I get tangled up in my bike pedals and tip over in the gas station parking lot, or when I eat only crackers and hummus for lunch for like 2 weeks.

Anyway, I'm glad the Rapture didn't happen. That would have been SUCH a bummer.
xo