Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Much has happened in recent days. As has been her trend for the last four months, Meagan continues to be pregnant. We are, for the most part, pleased with her progress. She seems to be pretty healthy and has on occasion, for reasons inexplicable, bemoaned her fate to have such an easy and non-sick pregnancy. Why she would complain about this is beyond this writer.
Our Valentine's Day was subdued. We both had a lot of things to do that day, so we woke up early and worked on everything that had to be done. It proved successful, as we were able to leave campus by three o'clock and go to lunch together. We then drove around, walked around, and generally got around together. It wasn't much, but it was nice to spend so much time together, even if there did have to be some grocery shopping involved. We returned home and enjoyed each other's company for the rest of the evening. Simple times, but good ones.
As a preface to V-Day, we decided to adopt some tulips into our family. The part that we didn't expect was that I would fall completely in love with the flowers. Yes, I am completely aware of how intensely femmy that sounds. I just don't care. I loved those flowers. They were bright and alive and responsive to my care, and that made me feel like I was contributing something to the world. It was nice for the few days that they brightened our living room. Alas, despite the best care I knew how to offer, the flowers soon began to wilt and drop petals. It was a sad time for me. I was in denial for a while (maybe they just need more water! Yeah, more water! That will bring them back!) but now I've come to accept their death and have trimmed the flowers in hopes of salvaging the bulbs for another season. I miss you, flowers!
But the fun doesn't stop there! A few days ago, much to my puzzlement, my navel began to hurt. This part of me is usually one to which I'm not really attentive. I mean, who notices their belly button is there? Answer: I have for the last few days. Every breath or movement that influences the navel in any way caused me a decent amount of pain. "That's pretty weird," I thought as I went to bed on Saturday night. Sunday morning, I awoke with my shirt covered with blood and pus. It hasn't stopped oozing since. Apparently...something is infected. This is not normal. Nor is it fun. I have to constantly wear a pad or stuff the navel with gauze...which is just odd. Meagan, of course, is delighted by the idea that in some strange and twisted way, I now understand the difficulties that accompany a period. I was rather disgusted by that idea...but despite my disgust I have to acknowledge that it's a pretty good summary. I'm going to the doctor tomorrow...hopefully it's nothing.
Meagan and I are always working on school stuff...well...I am always working on school stuff and Meagan is procrastinating it. But it usually (read: sometimes) gets done.
Band of the Week: Drive-By Truckers. Amazing country rock. Those who know me will quickly admit that it must be amazing to make me say something positive about country music. But man...it's good stuff. I have the privilege of going and seeing them in concert tomorrow night. This is surely a suicide move, as I have three tests and some big assignments due this week, but hey, how often do you get to go see a new favorite play live?
Oh, and in breaking news, Meagan called me to say that she's 95% sure she just felt the baby move. This is in line with the timing, so...cool! It lives! The fun part is that it decided to make its presence known while "Long Time" by Boston was being played loudly on the radio. Meagan thinks it may have been asking her to turn it down. Daddy hopes otherwise.