I was talking to a professor today. She’s my age, and pregnant with her first baby. It’s a girl – she’s so thrilled. She knows my kids are both boys, and after saying how relieved she was that it was a girl and not one of Those Boys, she covered her mouth in horror and apologized profusely. It was cute. I told her that when I found out Jack was a boy, I wept copiously. But now, after having two of them, I know the secret – boys are best! ;)-
She also said that, at 20 weeks, being a tall woman, she isn’t really showing and just looks fat. I remembered sticking my belly out and holding my back in those early days, so that everyone would know I was pregnant and not porking out on snacks. It’s funny because these days I do the opposite – hunch over, trying to hide my belly, hoping nobody asks me when my baby’s due. (I’m not having a baby – we’re clear on this, yes? Therein lies the problem . . .)
In a similar but tangential vein, anybody have any good workout music ideas? I’m a bit sick of my mix. I’m a club-music kinda girl, at least for running. It would horrify my former bandmates, but in my workout mix I love Top 40 – I’m all about Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, Jay-Z, Usher, and the All American Rejects. Anything with a danceable beat. I need some inspiration. All of this daily running makes a girl’s iTunes database grow tired quickly.
Pitbull! The kinks – Victoria; Kitty, Daisy, & Lewis (Brit rockabilly)… Personally I like Cake’s version of I Will Survive and the Gourds’ cover of Gin & Juice, but it’s not exactly club music.
This reminds me of when I put on a (tighter than I thought) Eileen Fisher skirt a couple of years ago. Pea looked at me and said, “You *don’t* have a baby in there.”
I changed clothes.
Kylie Minogue is my running music. Not that I’ve actually run in like a year, but whatever.
I wanted boys. I got girls. Frilly little squeaky princess girls. Sigh. Then again, if I’d had boys, I probably would’ve had frilly little squeaky princess boys, so it really doesn’t matter.
The song that always comes up in my mind when I run is by Green Day. “Do you have the time, to listen to me whine…” Rock music in general. Queen, Ozzie, AC/DC.
Shoobs has introduced me to (good) house music, very dancy stuff. Maybe more dancy than runny, but good for running in place I guess. Also, have you heard Duck Sauce? We-oooh we-ooh Barbara Streisand. The faster stuff by Katie Perry and Adele, but I’d say Gaga is better at providing a solid beat for your feet.
Hmmm, what else. May sound weird, but african tribal music can also get the juices flowing. No words to sing along to (which is how I make it through running), but hefty beats.
Proto Atty – I have a frilly little princess boy. No joke. we’re having “Princess Lunch” after school today. I have to wear the Rapunzel wig and tiara (made for a toddler sized head, might I add), and Jack wears the tutu and ballet slippers and white elbow gloves.
Neon Trees, Skrillex, and Bombay Bicycle Club!
I love boys! Mine is half frilly-princess and half man’s man. He’s awesome and I wouldn’t change him for anything. Only time will tell what kind of girl my daughter will end up being, but she’s pretty awesome so far too. Honestly, I don’t really understand when people are disappointed finding out they’re having one instead of the other. Preferences, fine. But disappointment? whatever.