oh baby.

This weekend I traveled to the dry and elderly populated state of Arizona. I drove out to visit my pregnant sister and attend the baby shower her friends threw for her. I knew the trip wouldn't involve much activity. Whether my sister is pregnant or not, she is a busy woman. Melissa (my sister) is getting her masters, working full time, and taking care of a husband and stepkids. My sister does not simply nurture, she also labels everything, so you can only imagine the pace this woman moves at. Yesterday we went to the mall to return/exchange gifts from the shower, and of course stopped in the food court for a cookie to hold my sister over, soon after we had to make a stop at Hotdog on a Stick for cheesesticks (she got 2) and lemonade. My sister is moving slow, so I had time to watch her quite a bit. She slowly lowered herself, finishing with a plop, and took a deep breathe, as to ease herself and the little one into the position they would be in for the next 15 minutes. She set down her bags, took a gander at her late lunch and dove in. Between bites and sips she would silently look around the food court, her face resembled that of a lonely child during recess. Half way into the meal I noticed her eye lids getting lower and lower, "Meets wanna take that to go?", I aksed, she looked up at me, "I'm tired" she muttered. Not just tired, my sister was tuckered out. Like a wee little child, she was slouched, slumped, and yawning. I stood up, gathered her things and helped her up. Before we were home her eyes were closed. My sister is 5 years older than, she has always taken care of me. Metaphorically speaking, she has been cutting up my food before dinner for years. And right now at this moment, she is laying on the couch eating chocolate cake (photo available), ready for another (the second one) afternoon nap.
I have been surrounded by pregnant women, pastels, baby clothes, and TLC for the past 72 hours, and though the aspects of pregnancy and pregnant women seem so stereotypical, watching my sister has led me to realize something new; When women are about to have babies, they start to live like them. I don't know if its a reverse in the space time continuum or staring at babies all day on diaper packages, Baby GAP posters, or on TLC, but something is happening to my sister. She sleeps, cries, and waddles. It should also be mentioned that it takes her twice the amount of time to turn her head, and when she enters a room she stares at the ground for atleast 10 seconds before remembering why she entered in the first place.
If pregnancy is as close to alzheimers as it appears to be.....I dont wanna risk it. I'm just going to adopt. Angelina Jolie adopted, and scored the sweetest deal ever, aka Brad Pitt. I, however, do not intend to adopt a kid from every place I go to, I'd have to get a buttload of shots just to go pick them up, and that's just too much. Traffic is enough, I dont need airfare and medical preparation just to pick up the kid thats going to lure my future lover. No thank you.
Wait where was I? Oh yeah, anyways, go ahead and have those kids you've always wanted, and enjoy the romanticness of the whole process, fall in love with life. Just put plastic on the furniture, because when pregnant women laugh, they sometimes pee. Ask my sister.

Hey Jude....JUDE CAN YOU HEAR ME??

It has been a long week. It probably seems that way to me because I have been awake for most of it. Double shifts at work, so and so forth. Last night I had the opportunity to be in bed on time, but of course I got distracted from the pasionate goal I had set for myself that morning at 5am "Im coming straight home after work, and I'm going to bed. I dont care about anything else, people of the world will know how tired I am!" I ended up going to my friend Pat's birthday celebration at this place called 'Rush Street'. We stopped frequenting the place since my friend Nicole was swankily pursued by the owner, some short middle aged man with a fake tan, and flowy pirate shirt. He looked like the kind of man who listens to new age music, and lives on a sailboat. Like the lovechild of Captain Ron and Tom Cruise in Cocktail. Anyways, there was a Beatles tribute band playing....karaoke. It was brilliant, although due to my sleep deprivation I was definitely out of it. My friend Jenna can sympothize, she wears contacts, but forgot to put them in, and just sat silently in her front row seat smiling like a cute disabled pet. When addressed via microphone by the guitar player if she was deaf, her glazed daze just looked past him into whatever blur was out there. Nevertheless, we dont let our disabilities get us down. It was fun.