1. After my husband leaves for work I scoot over to his side of bed, because it smells like him. Then I snuggle up with his pillow and pretend we just made love.
2. I spontaneously burst into song at weird moments. I’m not a good singer. I don’t care. Last night I finished the dishes then stood in the doorway and sang a verse of Dixie Land. MyHusband and the girls giggle and ignore me. Next time I’ll sing it with a French Accent. (Listen to it. It’s worth it)
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3. I can’t go to sleep unless the closet door is closed.
4. I sort M&M’s by color then arrange them into triangles. I can make as many triangles as I want but each row has to be all the same color. Then I eat each side until I’m down to one. I suck on the last one until it melts.
5. When strangers stand too close to me in a line I fantasize about farting on them. One time I did and then I made a funny face and pretended he did it. Everyone completely fell for it.
So, anyone brave enough to tell me about some of your craziness? I’m in the mood for crazy tonight.
March 25th, 2008 at 8:44 pm
Zoe and I play a little game in grocery stores called “Is that your mommy, little girl?” The looks on peoples faces is priceless.
March 25th, 2008 at 9:19 pm
That’s great. I love it!
March 26th, 2008 at 12:39 am
I stand in lines and hope that women fart on me. It’s hot.
March 26th, 2008 at 4:26 am
Sometimes when nosy strangers say things like “ooh, you should be careful going down stairs in your condition” (I am quite huge now) or “you must be due soon?” or “how nice, do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” I do my best to look mortified and say very quietly “but I’m not pregnant… oh my god…” or else I look annoyed and say “I’m not pregnant! What are you saying?!” It’s fun.
March 26th, 2008 at 11:22 am
Whit - Whenever I eat beans, I will think of you.
Amelia - That’s good! If you can’t have fun while you’re pregnant, whats the point? Besides the kid of course. :)
When I was pregnant with my second, someone in the grocery store told me I shouldn’t be lifting a gallon of milk. I’d hurt myself. I guess the wiggly 2yo I just put down was fine. But not that milk container! I think people just love expectant mothers and they want to be helpful. It does get a little frustrating at times. They mean well.
March 26th, 2008 at 1:27 pm
Nope not brave enough. I am a w.i.m.p. I send my secrets to http://www.postsecret.com. I thought of that site when I read this post. If you’re not addicted like I am, you oughta be.
March 26th, 2008 at 1:47 pm
Post Secret is a great site. I’ve thought about sending in a secret but I never do. I might have to do that sometime. It’s amazing what a difference he’s made in peoples lives. Hard to believe it started as a simple art project.