Corporate privatization.

Okay - blog is now private. I know it's the internet and I opened myself up to all the criticism because I invited people to my blog and NO I did not expect everybody to agree with me, but as if snarky comments weren't enough I started getting actual hate mail and SO I shut it down (Tina Fey style). I was gonna scrap the whole thing but I have actually met some super awesome/helpful/sane people that I want to keep in contact with and whose blogs I enjoy reading and so HEY, let's try some privacy settings first.

Here is my baby seabass:

Look at him stick his little butt in the air! Apparently, it is still too early to know the sex. Okay, I knew that, but I REALLY WANT TO KNOW. I am going absolutely bonkers over here. But this ultrasound was so amazing, unlike the one at Planned Parenthood (love 'em to death in theory, and lord knows the world needs 'em, but man am I song irrationally angry at them for doing their jobs). At PP they only do an ultrasound to assess how far along you are. They don't really let you see it (unless you ask, which I did) and it takes about 2 seconds. But at my gyno, they fussed around checking all of the limbs and his tiny little kidneys and femurs and his BUTT (plus there was a medical student there, and I let her fuss around a bit too. The pursuit of knowledge is very important!) and it was just the coolest thing ever to watch. First of all, my doctor's office is mad nice. Like, they HEAT THE GEL that they put on your belly. And there's a TV on the other side of the room that lets you comfortably watch what they're doing on the ultrasound. And oh lordy lord, seabass moves around like a crazy fellow. I could feel it before, but watching it happen is so incredibly cute.

I'm working for my mom this summer at her company, doing data entry. She desperately needs people who will do monkey work, I desperately need a job and will work for less than market rate, especially if it means I get to sit down all day in an air conditioned office. Anyway, I was late this morning because I was hanging out over the toilet dry heaving, and my mom took that opportunity to hold a meeting and tell everyone in the office that she's "going to be a grandmother" and that I'm choosing adoption. Aren't those statements contradictory? Anyway, people have been coming up to me in the office all day to congratulate me. I fucking hate that. It's not terrible news, no, because bringing new life into the world never is (I also like to remind myself that I am GROWING A PERSON and thus it's okay if I eat an entire cake) but I really, really don't want to be congratulated. The people who aren't congratulating are looking at me funny and tiptoeing around me. Mostly men. It's like dude, it's not contagious.

Anyway, I also have an internship at this amazing theater - I wanna go into Theater Management and education - and it's completely awesome. Except that nobody there knows I'm pregnant (and I plan to keep it that way this time) so they keep making me do all sorts of crazy, physically stressful shit. Sometimes it's awesome (demolishing a set with a sledgehammer) and sometimes it's awful. Yesterday I walked about 3-4 miles in the blistering, sticky heat, dropping off brochures at various cafes. Times like those, I really wanna pull the "GROWING A PERSON" excuse. But it actually turned out well, because I saw this amazing street art:

Beautiful, no?