You chose WHAT name?

For the past 4 months, Kenji & I have tried to give our baby a nickname so we're not referring to it as "it" or "the baby." This past week, Kenji's 3-yr-old nephew was staying with us for Christmas. When asked what we should name our baby, he suggested "Baby Sneezus." Apparently, at home he created an alternative nativity scene which, in addition to 2 pirates and Santa Claus, included two babies. One of whom he named Baby Sneezus...because he's really into rhyming right now. Somehow that name has stuck. I think it's adorable and even after we find out the sex in a couple of weeks, Baby Sneezus may stick.

Oh the things that you'll smell...

I’ve decided pregnancy is like a series of graduations from one symptom to another. It starts out with extreme fatigue and sore boobs, then moves on to morning sickness and sensitive smell. And speaking of sensitive smell, I have learned there is no such thing as odor-free. Everything has a scent. And after 6 months in our house, shouldn’t the previous owner smell be gone? Yeah, it’s not.
As for morning sickness, after 4 days of all-day nausea, I think I’ve got it figured out. All I have to do is throw up first thing in the morning then slowly and steadily fill my stomach with easy foods. By lunchtime, I’m good to eat whatever I want…and I basically have to eat everything I see. It’s very strange to go from complete nauseated to overwhelmingly hungry within a few hours every day.

My baby doesn't like coffee

It's been 1 week since I took the 3 positive pregnancy tests. Yes, I know it's a bit wasteful to take 3 tests. I know they're designed to show a false negative rather than a shaky positive. I know all of this, and yet I still needed to take 3 tests to be sure. I needed to see that digital test say "Pregnant."

I still don't really believe it, though. Not many symptoms so far:
* Tired all the time
* Have to pee all the time
* Gas (is gas a pregnancy symptom?)
* Bloat
So far pregnancy just seems like a big, ugly digestive condition.

Also, my baby doesn’t like coffee. This makes me very sad because I LOVE coffee. But starting 5 days ago, coffee started tasting like dish soap. I thought maybe it was just a bad pot of coffee that day…but, no, it tastes like dish soap. Last night, Kenji started talking to the baby. He asked it to “tell” him whether it’s a boy or a girl. He even “listened” for an answer. Then he asked it if it’s a “boy who will grow up to be a great baseball player who will make millions of dollars and can then support us?” Nothing like laying the pressure on early.

I wonder if this means I'm old...

So I'm sitting here at work listening to Yahoo radio stations, feeling completely unsatisfied with all of the music. I started with "My Station" which hypothetically should be only music I like, but some really bad artists have really good marketers and the crap shows up on my station. So I switched it to "Hard Rock" which sucked. "Alternative Rock" was only mildly better and I spent about 20 seconds at "Today's Big Hits." Everything on the modern stations sucks.
So I'm listening to the Classic Rock station and can I just say it's totally cool? Because it is. I'm finally satisfied with the music I'm listening too.
So does that mean I'm getting old? I mean that I think all the current stuff is crap? Because, really, most of the stuff on this station was released before I was born, so I just don't know what this means...

Friday Random Thoughts

I haven't done this for a while (like a year and a half or something) and I'm horribly bored and unable to focus with work.

* I wish my life were interesting enough to write/publish a memoir. That'd be cool. I wonder if I could embellish it just enough to make it interesting, but not so much that I cross the line into fiction a la that one guy.

* I got nothing. My mind is a blank.

* I feel a little bit like that chick who was fired from her job for journaling on her work computer about how much she didn't want to work and the ways she went about avoiding work. So, because I feel guilty about the lack of work I'm doing, I'll end up taking some of it home for the weekend. And, y'know, the prospect of working over the weekend still doesn't motivate me to do something this afternoon.

* I know there are packages waiting for us at the Post Office. I'm trying to figure out a way to get there after work, wait in line and still get to Lehi to teach piano by 6. There must be a way...

* I'm starving even though I ate a good lunch. Why can I not get full?

* I'd like to go shopping. I have a gift card burning a hole in my pocket.

* Now I'm thinking about the house...how do you paint the entry for a split-entry without falling down the stairs? I really hope I can figure this out. And I really hope that the inspection and closing and whatever else go well so that painting the entryway remains a relevant issue.

* Seriously starving. The hell?

* Do you remember that show "227"? With Jacquee or whatever her name was. Yeah I just found an extension that was 227 and it reminded me of that show. That show kind of sucked - as did most sit-coms of that time. But I watched them all anyway. And I laughed.

* I probably should have filed this afternoon. It's a nice, no-focus activity. Too late now. How did I end up with the duty to file anyway?

Eh. That's all. The guilt of not working is getting to me - even though I've been working between thoughts. I need a new job.