So I’ve decided when I want to post about general observations or even not-so-general-observations I’ll be referring to it as the “Observation Deck”. Just like we have “Confession” days, we will also have “Observation Deck” days! It’s my little way of transporting you onto a ginormous cruise ship maybe once a week or so (maybe sometimes more depending on the week I have) and who wouldn’t want to be on a cruise ship than sitting here reading my blog…but why not be able to do both at the same time!!! So any time I blog from the “Observation Deck”, just imagine a soft breeze blowing on your face, the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the bow of the ship, the deck beneath your feet, the big blue sky with white puffy clouds above your head water surrounding you and over the railing (you’re leaning against so you don’t get sea sick) is my little world where I provide you with a glimpse into my goings on and the things that I’ve noticed or thought too long and hard about for my own good!!! (I’m really good at analyzing stuff 6 ways to Sunday!!! OK…got it…good!
So anyway. I was about an hour past lunch time and it was a good lunch…baby liked it too. I even ate salad of the green variety…YAY!!! I decided I really needed one for “left” and one for “right”. For those who don’t know what “left” and “rights” are…it means I had to get a cookie for my left hand and a cookie for my right hand…cause really every cookie needs a friend to go down together. So I meandered my way down to the cafeteria and upon exiting the elevator I was cookie-sidelined by a coworker who is also pregnant. We hugged…she complained about the hurting boobs so the hug was short-lived. She is due 2 weeks after I am and when I tell you that her belly is bigger than mine, it is. She was with one of her coworkers who is new and as the conversation wore on the new coworker said, “wait, you’re pregnant too” (meaning me!!!). And I replied, “yes, actually I’m due 2 weeks before she is!” If her eyes could’ve bulged out of her head they would’ve…she said…”but you don’t even look pregnant”. 
I’ve noticed…believe me…I’ve noticed! I’m sure my time will come…I keep saying that I’m sure it will. But seriously, if you could see the pictures of women’s bellies on the message boards I check daily…you would understand. There tummies are not baby bumps anymore like mine still is. They have some basketball belly action goin’ on and look great, etc. So where’s mine. I know, I know…soon enough…careful what you wish for, etc. etc. etc.
I think I have a theory about where it is. Wanna hear? Too bad, you’re gonna hear anyway! See, I leave for Hawaii in 4+ days and I am trying to envision how uncomfortable I will possibly be on a 12 hour flight. Since the tickets were purchased I’ve thought my belly would pop and I wouldn’t even be able to use the tray table for anything. My theory is, my belly isn’t popping for just that reason. It wants to be able to fit behind the tray table. Also, did you know it’s up to the airplane captain whether he allows a pregnant woman on the plane or not. At this rate, the pilot isn’t even gonna know I’m pregnant. Woohoo!
My fear is the flight to Hawaii will not be so good, I’ll be uncomfortable, etc. and then I won’t want to have to deal with the flight home and then I’ll just have to stay there. (Wait did I start this sentence by saying “my fear”.) What was I thinking? Maybe I’ll despise the flight so much going to Hawaii that I’ll HAVE to stay there!!! WOOHOO! Any objections?
Last night, mom came over for dinner and although someone on the message board today basically told me (not in so many words) that I was crazy for thinking that hubbie and mom actually heard the baby’s heartbeat by putting there bare ear on my belly…mom heard it for her own ears last night too. See, I’m not going crazy! As soon as I got home, I snagged mom to go upstairs with me to the bedroom where it was quieter to take a little listen. We first stopped off to admire the new ceiling fan that has now been installed in the baby’s room (which unfortunately will need to be fixed because some how the light fixture doesn’t work in it…HELLO?…it’s brand new!!!) Whatever! Sure enough when I laid on the bed and mom put her ear to my babybump she first had to put her hand on the pulse on my arm to be able to differentiate, but she sure did hear it. Then we had dinner…Chili to be exact. Then mom left and we went to bed and hubbie went to take a listen but my tummy was gurgling too loud to hear anything. Teehee…good chili honey!!!!
Did I mention 4+ days to Hawai????!!!!!
I object! I object! YOU MUST COME HOME! MY PEGGY MUST COME HOME!