Seriously?! No, really. Seriously!

Our recent travels have confirmed many of my recurring thoughts.  Common courtesy has gone out the window.  On every leg of our trip, we encountered rudeness layered upon rudeness.  It ranged from a bit of inconsideration to blatant disregard for others.

#1 - Airplane Etiquette
Yes, you paid for a seat on the plane.  A is singular.  With this one seat comes a button that you can use to expand your seat's space.  One would think that you would consider the person behind you for one moment before cranking it back as far as it can go.  One would think that if the person behind you was obviously pregnant, you might consider that said person is short on space to begin with.  Well, one would think this.  However, the four different people in front of me did not.  In fact, every single one of them put the seat all the way back as soon as possible.  To add to the crap, every single one was a bouncer.  You know the person that has to pretend their seat is a bouncy house.  It was made just for them to jump into when sitting down or wrestle around on while sitting.   The bouncy house effect left my knees just a bit bruised and my eyes very tired from constantly being aroused from sleep. 

When you are sitting behind someone, you do not get to use their seat as your personal hand rest.  I am not quite sure what possessed you to think that MY seat was the best place to put your hand for 80% of the flight.  I am also wondering how you did not get it when I kept glaring back at you.  I thought you might have gotten the hint when your hand kept hitting my head or when you pulled my hair.  I guess you left your sign at home.

Running into someone requires a simple sorry.  Then again, almost every person who ran into me was too cushy to have felt it.  Don't worry.  I apologized for you.  

#2 - Public Transportation Etiquette
Let's get back to that one seat concept.  You are one person.  You get one seat.  You do not get to sprawl across two seats because your pants are too far down your ass.  This is made even better when the train is crowded and people are holding onto the bars.

It is only trumped by you looking directly at a very pregnant woman and doing nothing.  Then again, nobody else did anything either.  Everyone with a seat let several elderly women stand and try to balance while holding a bar for dear life.  If I had a seat, I would have given it to any one of them. 

Repeat the apologetic bump.  Use it.  Love it.  Live it. 

#3 - Pregnancy Related Idiocy
Random lady on the plane, thanks for asking if my water just broke.  I was merely standing up after sitting on a plane for 3 hours.  So yes, my back hurt and I winced getting up.  I didn't feel bad at all when I responded, "Well, considering I am only halfway there, I hope not." and you got a pained look on your face.  I don't know you.  Why would you comment on something so personal?  

Don't touch people you don't know.  My body, my belly.  Your body, your belly.  I doubt you would like me touching your belly.  In fact, you looked somewhat hurt when I stopped you from touching my belly.  Go back to kindergarten and learn about boundaries.

Yes, I am pre-boarding.  Why are you pre-boarding?  You do not look disabled at all.  Oh, it's your husband.  He doesn't look disabled either.  Then again,  I wouldn't be rude enough to actually ask you if you were pre-boarding with a snotty look on my face or try to look at your boarding documentation to check your status.  I certainly wouldn't be rude enough to cut in line because I think that I am more important than you.  I do not care that you are pre-boarding.  It is none of my f-ing business.  Just like my pre-boarding is none of your f-ing business.  And cutting in front of the two women in wheelchairs was super klassy. 

Traveling just reinforced how much people can suck and how much I want to tell them that they do.
 

Wednesday's Musings

Wednesdays bring about a bit of random. 

Locals keep telling me that we are having an off spring.  It is not normally this overcast or rainy.  That is what they kept saying this winter as well.  Color me not fooled.  As long as it is not freezing and I don't have to shovel my walkway, all is good in my world.  Yes, it is a huge change from sun-drenched San Diego.  However, the change brings optimism in odd ways.  Your body and mind get some time to reset.  Nights are perfect for crackling fires and cuddling with sweethearts.  Plus when the clouds part, it does feel like everything is renewing.  Flowers trace the path of my daily dog walks, and can be enjoyed with a daily dose of claritin.  I haven't had to touch the roses in our backyard (major bonus for my black thumb) and yet, they continue to bloom.  Our orange trees are bountiful, almost too much so. There is magic in this soil.  Hopefully, whatever house we buy has the same magic.  Or comes with a gardener. 


I am finally not 'fat.'  I'm talking about those weekly pictures you see almost every pregnant woman take. Yes, I took them.  No, I did not like them.  I shared them with friends.  Everyone made the nice comments about how great I looked.  Blah, blah, blah was all I heard.  I just saw my previously tight abs disappearing.  I understand that pregnancy is a wonderful thing.  I know that I am so ridiculously lucky to be where I am at.  However, all of this knowing and understanding did not help me about feeling fat.  I joked that I looked like I got married and let myself go.  Really, I was insecure.  Am I really this vain?  Am I really this tied to the way I look?  Apparently so.  Then last night happened.  My husband took his regular role as photographer and I stripped down to my sports bra.  For once, I looked at the pictures and smiled.  Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I have finally started feeling the baby in the last week.  Maybe it has something to do with the fact that my belly is actually protruding out.  Whatever it is, THANK YOU.  Here I am, 19 weeks and counting.  Grow baby, grow.  

*Sidenote:  Huge bonus of getting 'fat' ~ my boobs are bigger than I ever thought they would be.  They are going to give me the best cleavage ever this weekend.

Where to begin...

Here's my little introduction into the blogging world. I am sure that the millions of you reading this are thrilled. *insert sarcasm*

I am still not convinced about this blogging thing, but why not. Someone told me that she would love to read my thoughts. Supposedly, I am funny and have lots to say. I guess I'll let you be the judge of that. *cue crickets*

I am a late-20's or so woman who is on this crazy, little path called life. I thought I had my life all planned out years ago because you know everything when you are 19. This isn't quite what I had planned, but it is oh, so very much better.

Where I thought I would be:
-Married for about 4 years
-A couple of kids
-Living in Southern California
-Working in the medical field

Where I am:
-Newlywed. Or am I? How long do you stay a newlywed?
-Expecting our first child in early September. I cannot imagine being on this journey any earlier. What was I thinking?
-Living in Northern California. Might as well be a different state. Strangely, it is me. Since moving here, I feel like I put on an old, comfy t-shirt. That one you've had for 10+ years but will never part with because it is worn in all the right places.
-Trained in education but unemployed and overqualified

There are certain aspects that turned out just as I had dreamed. I am married to a man who gets me more than I get myself most days. He knows me in a way that is comforting and exhilarating all at once. We are on our way to owning our first home. This needs its own post, which is sure to come in the future. We have some of the greatest family and friends in the whole world. While they may drive us crazy at times, they have our best interest at heart. Please remind me of this in the future when I want to pull my hair out. Plus we are already the parents to two furbabies, Klaus and Zoe. You will hear too much about them. They provide me with amusement, love, comfort and a little test of patience daily.

Speaking of the dogs, it is time for them to drag me around the block.